Just like that.

[in_the_blue]

heidi8, I wrote this with you in mind.

There's a silly thing at the Sugar Quill to come up with "The Absolute Worst Possible Ending for Book 7" and I couldn't resist this little snippet. I thought of you as I wrote it:

Without an inch of space between them, Hermione couldn't resist fingering the almost velvety blackness of the suit Draco wore. "That used to belong to... to... to You-Know-Who," she quavered. "It fits you like a glove."

"Well. Why waste a perfectly good designer suit, Granger? Just because we vanquished him doesn't mean we need to vanquish his wardrobe." Smugly, Draco held her just that much closer, if such a thing was possible.

She sighed an oh, Draco! happily. Out of everyone, Draco had been the bravest, most noble, most selfless wizard of his time. "I love you, you naughty little Slytherin."

"Nothing," Draco said coyly, "says I love you like Armani."