too sweet (гет)

Hermione instinctively takes a step back. “What are you doing here, Malfoy?”
“It was you this whole time?” Rage deepens his voice. “Are you fucking kidding?”
“What?” Her head begins to feel light and woozy. The eucalyptus scent. It’s him. It’s Malfoy, not the old tenant.
Oh no. She raises her hands to cover her mouth and nose, her fingers cold and shaking.
“You’re not—”
“You can’t—”
They speak and stop at the same time. His lips thin and his pupils have blown his grey eyes to black. Neither makes a move to say anything again, instead measuring each other from the safety of their respective doorsteps.
It’s been years since she’s seen him, and it’s awful how good he looks. And smells.
Shit.
Shit, shit, shit. He’s an Alpha? And her neighbour? Gods, this can’t get any worse.