Draco walked through the door to his flat and sighed, he hated coming home late.
"Hermione?" he called, getting no response, "Are you home?" When he walked into the kitchen, he froze. On the stove was a pot full of a dinner his wife had eaten alone, again. Draco put the lid on the pot and set his belongings on the table, next to the perfect place setting that had been left out for him. How he ever deserved her, he would never know. As Draco walked out of the kitchen, and into the living room, he finally found his wife.
She was sitting on the loveseat loosely holding her knees to her chest, which moved up and down peacefully as she breathed. Her head rested on the back of the cushion, with her hair matted underneath. Brows knitted together in thought, though she was sound asleep. On the loveseat next to her sat a pile of papers and books, in a semi-organized mess. Draco pulled out his wand and pointed it at the pile.
"Pack." He whispered, and the papers flew into the briefcase on the coffee table, which promptly snapped shut. The wizard sighed again and crouched before his wife.
"Hermione? Love, it's time to go to bed." he urged, touching her chin. Hermione's face moved slightly toward his touch, and she mumbled a bit under her breath.
"'Mione, you have to go to bed." Draco said again with a smile, as Hermione's eyes opened slowly and she focused on him. For a moment she seemed confused, and then realized where she was as she blinked the sleep from her eyes.
"Oh, I'm sorry Draco… It's just with all of this paperwork to get to the Wizengamot, I haven't been sleeping much lately…" Hermione yawned, and she looked at him with half open eyes, "What time is it?"
"It's quarter past one Love. I've put the paperwork away for tonight. You don't have to worry about it right now." Draco said, kissing her forehead and pulling her into his arms.
"Draco, I really need to-"
"Not tonight you don't. You're knackered, and your going to bed." Draco cut off Hermione's protests before she could really get them out. To his surprise, she conceded to being cradled, and allowed Draco to carry her to bed. When he lay her down, she was already sleeping again.
"Goodnight, Love" Draco whispered in his wife's ear as he listened to her light breathing.