The Two Musicians

Chapter 15: Golden

By Silver Chessboards

Author's Note

The duet played by is Andantino by Brian Crain and Draco's composition is Sundial Dreams by Kevin Kern. I suggest you listen to the former as you read this chapter. Unfortunately, I could not find a satisfying piece of music for Hermione's composition. Without further ado, I present to you dear reader, the final chapter of The Two Musicians.

A month later

"Hermione!" Draco yelled as he ran through the crowded hallway. Several pairs of eyes turned to him and a pathway was cleared for the Malfoy. It was a rare sight to see Draco Malfoy running though the hallways, brandishing a leather bound notebook and shouting the name of the person he was thought to hate. Draco paid them no heed as he ran up to his lover with a grin. She turned at the sound of her name and a small smile graced her features at the sight of him.

"I've finished it!" he said excitedly, opening the black notebook to reveal pages filled with handwritten horizontal bars and notes. His grey eyes shone with excitement and he dropped the notebook to wrap his arms around the Gryffindor in a tight embrace. Around them, gasps were heard and the spectators watched in astonishment as the blond proceeded to press his lips to hers. Draco vaguely registered that her books had fallen to the floor with a thump but he was too busy snogging her to care.

"Ahem," Potter coughed impatiently, forcing him to release Hermione. He was aware of the eyes trained on them but he didn't care. He felt ecstatic, he had finally completed his composition. Hermione had finished hers not too long ago and had offered to help him with his but he had refused. She beamed up at him, her cheeks rosy from excitement.

Weasley looked disgusted at their public display of affection but he seemed to have grudgingly accepted their relationship as he made no attempt to pull her from his grasp. Draco chuckled and retrieved their things from the ground, before taking her hand in his and leading her away.

"Did you have to do that?" she asked, but the smile that played at her lips told Draco that she wasn't angry at how he had exposed their relationship to everyone.

"At least now they know you're mine," he smirked.

Her laughter was a sweet tinkling sound that made his pulse quicken. She turned to him with a smile and attempted to kiss his cheek but he turned his head at the last moment and caught her lips. She smelled like apples, he thought, his favourite.

Golden shards of sunlight streamed in through the ceiling window, illuminating the room containing only two occupants. One stood, balancing a violin on her shoulder and the other sat poised in front of a colossal grand piano. Hermione smiled at her lover who grinned back and at a precise moment, music filled the room. The sweet lilting sounds of the violin harmonised perfectly with the accompanying notes of the piano.

Draco's fingers ran over the ivory keys as the Hermione moved her bow over the firm strings of her instrument. Together, they wove a song with the overlapping music that emitted from their cherished instruments. Their music sang of peace and love, a soothing melody to the heart. The song eventually died away with a last note from the pianoforte. The blond man stood and walked over to his beloved with a soft smile on his face.

"That was perfect, Hermione."

"You were perfect," she replied with a grin. "I made a mistake, a small one, but you played flawlessly."

Her beau chuckled good heartedly and leant down to kiss her on the lips, "I love you."

"I love you too, my dear ferret," she giggled at the slight scowl on his face.

"Don't call me that," he said, suppressing the urge to pout like he used to when he was younger and things didn't go his way. She laughed and her eyes sparkled with mirth. He thought that her eyes were the most beautiful shade of brown he had ever seen. The slight furrow between his brows immediately disappeared when she stood on her tiptoes and kissed him softly. She entwined her fingers in his and they walked out of the music room hand in hand.

Hermione's hand felt dainty and warm in his and Draco couldn't help but smile foolishly.

There was no other place in the world he'd rather be.

The End.

Author's Note

Thank you so much for reading! A special thank you to my amazing beta When in Doubt Smile for being there to help, and to my friend Atika for her great support and also to you, my dear reader.

It's been fun, these last eight months of writing The Two Musicians, but it's finally done :)

Once again, thank you.

- Silver Chessboards