A one shot, short piece for Hermione and Draco. There's singing and showers.
AN: Harry Potter and his world doesn't belong to me, I just get to play with them. As well, The song White Christmas also belongs to someone else
Hermione sat on the couch re-reading one of her favorite books. It was after dinner and she was curled up in the flat that she shared with her boyfriend. She had read the book so many times that her mind started to wander. She started thinking back over her and Draco's relationship. It had been rocky in the beginning but almost a year later they were living together and doing great.
She could hear Draco humming the tune of 'White Christmas' somewhere behind her even though it was now spring. She had taught him many muggle traditions and songs the previous Christmas and he occasionally still got them stuck in his head. However, he did like to mess with the words a bunch and start using the tunes for his own devices.
Hearing him clear his throat, Hermione turned around to see Draco standing there in just a towel around his waist, leaning against the wall smirking at her. She started giggling as she heard his newest variation to the tune of 'White Christmas'.
I'm dreaming of a hot shower,
just like the ones we used to take
When the bathrooms steamy and touches wander
to places no one else can go
I'm dreaming of a hot shower,
with every breath I take
May your breasts be soapy and cleansed,
and may all your showers be hottttt...
Draco trailed off and walked into the bathroom tossing the towel back into the living room. Hermione, still giggling, got up and while undressing, walked to join him in the shower.
Hope you enjoyed the silly musing of my brain!