"Written for the Twenty-Five Drabble Challenge, in the Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for Gryffindor. Level of Difficulty: N.E.W.T Nominee

Author's Note: This is part of a '25 Drabble Challenge' in one of the forums that I'm active in. Unfortunately, I cannot post it there until it is completed. So, until then, look forward to an update once or twice a day until completed :) Please note: I could only pick one pairing for this collection, so I chose Dramione (Naturally, though I was considering Tomione)

As always, enjoy

-Carolare Scarletus

Hermione bit her lip hard to ward off the giggle that threatened to escape from her throat. As her fingers diligently played with the long tresses of his hair, Draco's frown deepened and so did the crease between his brows. Granted, her fingers felt delicious against his skin when it accidently brushed against his face. When their eyes met, a blush rose to her cheeks, but Hermione didn't stop. She absolutely adored playing with his hair.

"Are you quite done?" Draco mumbled into his palm. He could feel every disgusting tug and he cringed. Looking up from where he lay, his head resting on her lap, he could see that she was having a splendid time with his hair.

"Not even close."

"Will you hurry up?" he asked, uncomfortable.

"Let me have my fun."

"It's getting late, Love."

Hermione laughed as his hands ran little circles across her stomach and with an affectionate sigh, she basked in the receding sunlight. They had come outside to relax and to study for their finals. In just two weeks they would be Hogwarts Graduates, but the thought of the future was as haunting as it was exciting. Hermione's hand smoothed over his cheeks as she pressed closer and kissed him. His hand shot right up, his fingers threaded into her hair as they both parted from one another, breathing heavily. She pulled back just enough so she was staring into his eyes.

"Better?"

"Much better," Draco murmured before moving. He closed the book he was reading and tossed it into their pile before lifting himself up and pinning her down on the grass floor. A deceitful grin spread across his face as he tackled her to the ground and began sliding his fingertips up her sides. A joyful laugh escaped her lips. Within seconds, she was a disheveled mess. Her hair was an unkept halo around her head, pieces of grass and mud was tattooed to her bare arms. Her cheeks were flushed with the amount of laughter that carried between them, and soon they found themselves in a more serious situation than they anticipated. Draco bent down quickly and stole a kiss from her. When he pulled away, his eyes darkened significantly, and he rested the urge to take her again.

"My Father can never hear about this, Hermione." Draco whispered, twirling a piece of her hair around his finger. He sighed as her left hand pressed against his cheek, her fingers smoothing the skin in a reassuring manner.

"I don't care what your Father will say about this."

Draco looked down, his brow furrowing at the sight of her swollen stomach. "Have you thought about a name?"

"Oh, not this again," she giggled, pushing him off her. He didn't bulge. "I'm quite taken with your suggestion."

"Merlin, it only took so many nights of-"

Hermione swatted his shoulder and frowned at him. Another blush found its way on her cheeks, and in that moment, she never looked so ethereal.

Draco flanked his arms, trapping her carefully beneath his body as her legs found home around his waist and locked themselves there. In the space between them, they looked down and admired the life that they mistakenly created. From the moment they discovered what they had done, their love grew. They would love and protect their child no matter what, and when Draco lifted his gaze to Hermione, he knew then that they all would be safe. His father could perish for all he cared because he would take just one more moment of laughter over all the evil and deception of the world any day.