That Song Again
Draco woke up just before seven and sighed … ah blissfully married for 3 days now. This thought was followed by a grimace, who would have thought that married life would be like this.
He climbed out of bed and hopped around a bit on the cold wooden floor, glad that nobody was around to see his embarrassing display of girlish displeasure. He hated the mornings … well not all mornings he conceded, infact he quite enjoyed the mornings where he didn't wake up alone, but this wasn't one of those mornings, therefore he hated it.
He hopped to his wardrobe and quickly drew on a pair of socks almost falling in his haste to thaw his frozen toes. Before long he was dressed in his warmest robes and was standing before the full length mirror in the Head Boys room carefully styling his platinum locks.
He began to wonder if his wife even owned a comb or brush, but decided a rake was about the only thing that could probably get through that bushy mane of hers. He shook his head realising that he was nit-picking the one flaw he had always perceived her to have, she in fact was otherwise perfect in his opinion. She was intelligent, witty and had the oddest sense of humour that just kind of crept up on you not to mention a killer body (under all those clothes).
He decided to pick his wife up and escort her to breakfast, as any good husband should and quickly exited his own room to walk the short distance down the fourth floor corridor to hers. Gently knocking on the door he got no response, he tried again. This time he heard a faint groan and smiled to himself before pulling out his wand and performing an Alohamora charm on her door, effectively letting himself in.
There was his wife, still tucked in bed with only her bushy mane making an appearance over the red and gold quilt.
"Hermione" he called softly walking further into the room and closing the door behind him. "Time to get up" he got another soft groan - it seemed his other half hated mornings as much as he did. Shaking his head he couldn't suppress his smile as he went to her wardrobe, identical to his own, and began pulling out her school uniform.
"Why do you have to make so much noise in the morning?" she grumbled sitting up and clutching the blankets to her chest. He glanced back at her and saw her glare of displeasure and her hair – god they really needed to do something about that hair.
"Because as a child I lived in my own wing of the manor and could make as much noise as I wanted whenever I felt like, after a while I forgot how to be quite"
"Really?" she asked in wonder
"No, now get up or were going to have to inhale breakfast" he commanded throwing her a robe he turned to stare at her waiting. She didn't move just stared back.
"Um Hermione, hurrying generally involves movement of some kind"
"I know"
"So …"
"You need to turn around" she commanded waving a hand at him
"What?"
"You heard me Mr. Malfoy, turn around" she repeated the hand movement as if he were a common house elf.
"Why? Are you naked?" he asked with a leer, she turned bright red and clutched the blankets to her tighter "No, not exactly" she mumbled lowering her gaze.
"Huh?" he had no idea what was wrong with her this morning
"Thegirlstookallmypyjamas" she mumbled quickly
"I'm sorry dear, I don't speak that language" he said matter-of-factly folding his arms and looking at her with raised eyebrows
"I said, the girls took all my pyjama's" her glare increased "and I need you to turn around so I can get out of bed" she finished with a huff
"Oh, so you are naked" the leer returned
"I didn't say that" she squeaked "It's just they left me something to wear instead"
"Oh … ?" he thought for a minute then realised what she was embarrassed about "Oooh, ok I will turn around if your sure you don't want me to see" he said turning his back to her, little did she know that he was watching her reflection in the mirror.
Hermione slipped out of bed and gave a tug at the hem of the tiny white see-through night gown that those stupid girls had left her to wear but tugging the hem only exposed more cleavage and she gave up in a huff. Why did she have to sleep in today of all days? Why couldn't she be up and ready for him?
Oh well no use in complaining about it now. She quickly slipped the wisp of fabric down her body and from cold and modesty threw on her uniform in record time. She was pulling her hair out of her collar when she looked over to Draco only to find him staring right back at her in the mirrors reflection.
She went red in fury and embarrassment.
"How dare you … you … you pervert!" she exclaimed eyes widening at his audacity.
"Come on Hermione, were married" he said turning to face her
She knew that, she just wasn't ready "I thought we'd talked about this Draco, I'm not ready … you need to give me time"
They glared at each other for a moment before he walked toward her and gently cupped her shoulders and planted a kiss on her forehead "I know, I'm sorry. Forgive me?" he asked brushing his lips against hers and giving her puppy dog eyes. She had no choice but to melt, after all how could she stay mad at someone who seemed to care about her so much …
"Ok, you just need to give me time" she gave him a meaningful look, he just grinned and smoothed her hair off her face
"I know, now can we leave? I can smell the bacon from here" and as if to punctuate his statement his stomach gave a loud groan. Hermione laughed and grabbed her husbands hand before dragging him out of the room to start their day.
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