Hermione moved her hand softly down his chest. Her fingertips sketched a path across his pectorals, and she watched as goosebumps followed the trail of her touch. She then lifted her hand and reached for the glass of red wine on the bedside table.
“Do you think... it’s possible to live more than one lifetime?” Hermione mused before taking a sip.
Draco shifted his position to sit upright on the bed, the covers falling to his hips and revealing gently sloping abdominal muscles leading to a sharp V at his pelvis. He watched her speculatively as his eyes closely tracked the tip of the glass into her pursed mouth and the flow of wine over her lips. “I don’t think it’s not possible.”
Hermione set the glass back on the table and laughed lightly, “Well, that certainly makes your stance on the matter quite clear.”
Draco chuckled. “I didn’t mean to elude the question. But you know I’m a man of evidence. I like what I can see,” he caught her eye, “What I can touch,” he trailed his pointer finger along Hermione’s collarbone, “What I can... taste.”
Draco leaned in as she held her breath, anticipation sizzling beneath her skin. His lips contacted hers in the lightest kiss, but to her ears the whole room had gone silent just the same, her eyes closing with bright lights blasting behind them and twirling like the fastest meteors across the night sky - everything, everything singling down to this one moment. One moment with him.
“I think it’s possible,” Hermione gasped faintly as his lips separated from hers just the smallest amount; the air she breathed out left her mouth and went into his as he breathed in, and his air into her mouth. This, this was the closest one person could get to another.
“I think it’s possible we have lived one hundred, one thousand lifetimes. Learning something from each of them. Going into the next life more complete,” she murmured as they continued to breathe each other in, eyes still closed. This was absolute existence.
“But I also think – no, I am sure, that even if I have lived one thousand lifetimes, and if I live one thousand more, I have found and will find you in each one of them. Every one, Draco.”
Hermione finally pulled back enough to look into Draco’s grey eyes. His face was a collection of harsh angles and serious lines due to the depth of their conversation, so she dragged her finger across each one, and they softened at her touch. His stern brows lifted, and a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.
“Every single one, eh, Granger?” he drawled.
“That’s Granger-Malfoy, now,” Hermione commented primly, taking his large left hand into her much smaller right one and holding it tight, using her own left hand to fiddle with his wedding ring. Both of their rings glinted in the light as she turned his around, around, around.
“Right you are,” Draco said softly. “And Hermione-” he squeezed her hand and caught her gaze again, “I know you’ve found me in every life and you’ll find me in all the rest. I have never known you to put your mind to something and not achieve it.”
It was her turn to smirk.
“Guess you’re stuck with me forever. Past, present, future. I get it all,” Hermione stated smugly, brown eyes sparking with amusement.
Draco chuckled.
“I’m counting on it.”
And he leaned in for another kiss.