A/N: I know I know. It's been MONTHS since my last update. I really am sorry. I've just been in a writing funk lately, so I've just been reading fics instead of writing them. This little drabble got stuck in my head a few days ago so I decided to actually write it out and post it for you all. Hope you enjoy!


Hermione yawned as she pulled back the covers to her bed. She and Draco had stayed up well past her normal bedtime watching the telly and just relaxing together, snuggled on the couch. With her working extra hours to get the new, and improved, S.P.E.W. Law into effect, and Draco working his arse off at St. Mungo's, making potions for all the patients, they hadn't had any time for each other in what seemed like weeks.

So Hermione did the only thing she could think of ensure a night to themselves: schedule time together. Even though it seemed silly at first, it worked. They turned off their mobiles, closed the floo, and had an evening just to themselves. Before they knew it, it was past 2am and she could barely keep her eyes open.

As she snuggled into her pillow, listening to Draco in the bathroom while he brushed his teeth, a faint smile spread across her face at how happy she felt with the life she shared with him.

She dozed off slightly until the bed dipped beside her and a warm body was pressed up against her back. She snuggled into the warm chest and started to drift back to sleep when she felt a hand slip under her shirt and rest on her stomach, making her jump slightly.

"Eep!" she squealed against his touch. "Your hands are cold!"

Draco chuckled sleepily. "Oh?"

Hermione wiggled and squirmed, trying to pry his cold hand off of her body, but he just wrapped his arm around her tighter.

"Why are they so cold?" she asked, a chill running through her.

"Oh, I don't know.. It's not like I let them sit under some cold water while washing my hands or anything…"

Hermione turned her head slightly and glared. "You prat."

"Yeah. I am. But you love me," he said, his hand slipping up more, finding a warm breast and sighing in content. "Ahh, much better."

Hermione continued to wiggle and squirm, and giggled when his fingers moved and found her sides, tickling her. His hand had warmed up within minutes, but they were both enjoying the silliness to stop their playful wrestling.

Draco nearly moaned when her bum kept rubbing up against him and dipped his head to kiss and nibble her neck. The tickling turning into sooth caresses across her body. She turned to face him finally, their lips meeting for slow, sleepy kisses.

Her hand trailed down his shirt and into his pajama bottoms. He hissed a shiver out along with a moan as she took hold of him.
She smirked against his lips. "Oh, I'm sorry?... Are my hands cold?"