A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY Henriasownbinder, hope you have a wonderful day.
Loving Warmth
Sunrise...
Sunrise was one of his favorite times of the day. When Draco could wake and enjoy it, that is.
He snuggled closer to the riot of dark curls next to him, pushing the comforter out of the way so he could drape a leg in the curve of his wife's waist. Draco's lashes lifted, fluttering sleepily, slowly taking in the mellow colors streaming in through the window. Pale fingers caressed the expanse of tanned, bare skin, following the dip of her arm, inching upwards to her shoulder and then over the delicate bones of her back, nudging the sheet farther away from Hermione's body.
The light gently brightened, the colors reminding him of Hermione's pink lips and golden skin. Draco knew if he looked out of the window right now, the October clouds would be softly edged with the color of her blush.
He liked the way her skin hummed and pebbled against his touch. The bed dipped as Draco leaned in slowly, so as not to wake her, and skimmed the tip of his nose against her softness. He touched his lips to the space between Hermione's shoulder blades, a smile quirking the corners of Draco's lips when she sighed.
Hermione's magic was the tangible force of her unwavering passion and courage. She was radiant when she laughed, and her love surrounded him like a warm blanket. Draco nuzzled the crook of her neck while pressing a kiss on the shell of her ear, folding his arms around her bare torso more securely.
A different kind of warmth bloomed inside Draco as he kissed and nibbled Hermione's ear, neck and shoulder. His fingers skimmed over Hermione's stomach, following the lines of her body and over the swell of her breasts. Her scent tickled his nose, filling his lungs with her sweetness.
When the sun finally peeked over the horizon, the light soaked into her skin, making her glow. Hermione was already beautiful, but in that moment, nothing made his eyes ache more. It was moments like these that he would always remember.
Hermione sighed sweetly as she approached wakefulness, her lips curving upwards into a wicked smile. She shifted as Draco's hand trailed downward, her hand reaching behind to grip her husband's hair.