Comfort
Snow had already begun to paint the landscape. Snowflakes merrily drifted onto her suede coat and into her brown curls. A cool breeze had creeped its way into her coat and nibbled at her skin, and her cheeks were red from the fifteen minute walk back from the muggle university she currenly attended.
Hermione hurried up the steep stairs of the rather small building and fumbled into her pocket in front of the numbered plate indicating her flat, searching for the familiar shape and sound of her keys as they clanged together. But already the door opened and a pair of large hands pulled her onto the carpet-covered entryway against the hard body of their owner.
"Afternoon," she breathed out with a strangled little surprised cry before having her mouth ravaged most pleasantly.
He pulled away suddenly and winked. "I'll be taking a shower." And he strode off, suddenly, leaving her no choice but to shrug out of her winter clothes and smile at the lovely little visit that she had not been waiting for at all today. Steam welcomed her when she pushed the washroom door open. But the comfort only heightened when the two firm arms that only belonged to him wrapped around her body snugly and when his lips spoke endearments in her ear.