Disclamier-J.K. Rowling owns the HP world
Hermione was laying on her beige king-size bed, while reading a book. She was so caught up in her book, the updated version of Hogwarts: A History, that she failed to realize her fiancé strolled in. As she flicked to the next page, she felt a pair of muscular arms pull her closer to the body of the arms.
"Hey, love," she murmured.
"Hey Smarts," Draco mumbled in her ear.
"How was work?" Hermione wondered putting down her book giving him her full attention.
"Boring, I missed you," he answered pulling her to lay on his chest.
"I missed you too," she said giving him a peck on his lips.
"Your hair is so beautiful," Draco murmured running his hands through her honey locks.
"Since when?" she chuckled.
"Since, that day in Diagon Alley!" he exclaimed.
"My hair is horrible, and you know it!" she giggled.
"Not to me! Let me braid!" Draco asked.
"What? Really?"
"Yes Smarts! Now turn around!" Draco ordered.
"Yes sir!"
Hermione placed herself criss crossed in front of Draco; as her pulled her soft curls around the back of her head. He soon began criss crossing her piece of her honey locks forming a neat french braid.
"Finished!" he cheered.
She let out a giggle then waltz over to the mirror, then stared in awe.
"Wow! You, Mr. Draco Malfoy have a talent!" she giggled.
"Why thanks you Hermione Jean Soon-to-be Malfoy," he chuckled dragging her back over to the bed.
"Well, it's only five, what do you want to do?" Hermione asked him.
"Can we just lay here and cuddle?" he offered.
"I would love to cuddle with you any day!" she exclaimed snuggling into his side.