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Everything seemed so much more difficult lately.

Getting up in the morning. What was the point?

Returning phone calls. What was the point?

Going to work. What was the point?

Just functioning like a normal human being seemed to be a tedious task that she didn't want to bother with.

And what was the point? Ron was gone. Her best friend. Gone. Just like that.

She stared up at the ceiling above her bed, counting the cracks, before looking at the clock on the wall.

Five.

In the morning or in the afternoon she had no idea. She didn't even know what day it was.

Not that it mattered.

Her friends called few and far between, knowing that she wouldn't answer, and if she did she wouldn't say much anyway.

Well all of them except Draco. He seemed to be the one person who refused to give up on her.

Just then there was a knock on the door, before she heard it open.

Keys jingling. Shoes across the wood floor. Jacket tossed onto the couch. The squeak of the bedroom door.

"Granger?"

She turned her head slightly and looked at him, but didn't say anything.

He was used to that though. He moved so that he was laying next to her on the bed staring up at the ceiling.

"This what you've been doing all day?"

"I don't know." she said quietly.

He turned his head and studied her profile. She really was beautiful. Even like this. Hair a mess, no makeup - not that she ever needed it - sweat pants.

"When was the last time you ate?" he asked softly.

There was a long pause before she answered, "I don't know."

He let out a long sigh.

"I'm sorry." she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Don't be." he said easily. "How about I make something for you?"

She was silent for a while, and he thought she wasn't going to answer, but she eventually did.

"Will you eat with me?"

He nodded, "If you want me to."

She simply nodded and he stood up and walked into the kitchen.

Something about having him there was comforting. He never asked her about Ron, about what had happened. He never pressured her about her feelings or other pointless shit that she didn't want to talk about. He was just there. And that was all she needed.

She heard him rustling around in the kitchen and stood up, moving into the kitchen to stand beside him.

"You want to help me this time?" he asked, a small smile on his face.

She nodded, "Yeah,"

After they'd finished eating and Draco was at the door getting ready to leave she spoke up.

"Thank you."

He looked at her questioningly, "For what?"

She fidgeted with her hands while she answered him, "Not giving up on me."

He smiled and took her hands, pulling her into a hug. She wrapped her arms around him and for the first time since Ron died she actually felt content.

Something about Draco's smell, his arms around her, his steady heartbeat - it was comfortable. It was nice. It was something she hadn't had in a while.

She couldn't remember the last time she'd hugged anyone, but she could stand in his arms forever.

"I'm not ever giving up on you. I need you to be the annoying know-it-all again so that I'll actually have someone to have an intellectual conversation with." he said, a kind smile on his face.

She looked up at him, still in his embrace, and smiled.

"I missed that." he said quietly.

"Missed what?"

"Your smile."

She hadn't even realized that he'd made her smile, and that thought made her smile again.

He chuckled, "What, are you trying to catch up on smiles from the past five months?"

She leaned her head back against his chest and said, "I don't know...you just make me feel better."

His arms tightened around her and he kissed the top of her head, "Good,"

Something in her clicked and she looked up at him, their faces inches apart.

"Will you stay with me?"

His eyebrows raised in shock and he said, "Uh, well - I don't -"

"Not like that." she said rolling her eyes and stepping out of his embrace. "But it was stupid of me to ask."

She walked back towards her bedroom, flipping off lights as she went. She heard the front door close and she sighed.

She was about to walk into her bedroom, when all of a sudden she was pushed up against the wall. She saw the outline of his platinum blonde hair, and his sparkling grey eyes.

"What are you-"

Before she could finish her question he gently pressed his lips against hers. It wasn't like any kiss she'd ever had, and that's what made it that much more special.

He pulled away slightly and looked at her, trying to gauge her reaction.

She bit her lip and looked at the ground, unsure of whether or not she should be having fun.

"He would want you to move on Hermione." he said softly.

And he was right. She deserved to move on.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, and pulled him towards her. He smiled and she couldn't help but smile too, before he closed the gap between their lips.

Regardless of what was to come, she had at least one stable person in her life.

And that was enough. Because he didn't give up.