A tear ran down her face. "No, Draco. Please."
His eyes watched the whiskey slosh in the glass. As much as he wanted to, he couldn't feel anything at the moment.
"You've got my devotion, Granger, but man, I can hate you sometimes."
He gazed up at her as she choked out, "I don't want to fight you!"
"And I don't want to sleep in the dirt," he mumbled with a small snarl. He picked up the glass of whiskey, shooting it down like it was air and he was drowning. Even though she was right there, images of her flashed behind his eyes.
"Draco-
"You're a test of my patience, you know."
Shocked, Hermione replied, "There's things, I suppose, we'll never know about each other, huh? Like the fact that you're a right arse, Malfoy!"
She stormed out, going to stand on the balcony.
Her long white skirt. His sweatshirt draped over her shoulders. Her messy curls tied back. Her puffy eyes and splotchy cheeks. Her whiskey eyes.
His sunshine.
His temptress.
The risk of his hand. The reason he folded.
He shook his head, trying to shake the trepidation out. He couldn't figure her out. Like he had to spread her apart, whether it be legs or lips or heart, to find her.
This fine line of theirs.
Between love and hate. Between heartbreak and overwhelming love. Between sunshine and storms. Between her smile or her pain. Between his happiness or his depression.
Between them.
They were never going to be perfect. They were never going to have that unison. That perfect relationship.
They're a fine line.
They were, will, and always will be a fine line.
And they would be alright.
He slammed his glass down, rising from the counter to stride to the balcony. There she was. As contemplative as ever.
Her lip between her teeth, her hair beginning to fall down. Luckily, his hands made it to her head before it could, his fingers interlocking on the nape of her neck with a cheek in each palm.
"Dra-
"We'll be alright."
"What?"
"We'll be alright. All we are is just a fine line, right?"
Her confused look quickly turned into one of thought as she reviewed it, but a bittersweet smile quickly stole her saddened face.
"Yes. We'll be alright."
Moving cautiously to not upset her, he leaned down, and when she didn't refuse, she was quickly in his arms. His face buried in her neck, hers in his chest.
"I love you."
"I know. I love you, too."
