Until Love Finds You
Hermione woke up earlier than usual that day. The morning lights were busting inside the elegant bedroom that she was sleeping.
She yawned soundless, streching her body and turning around to see his sleeping form next to her, dreaming something only he knew.
Even if she had slept for at least six hours she was still feeling tired, but it was her now husband to blame. He never seems to lose his energy. Especially at nights.
She was feeling her body being sore, and her lips naked without his. It was a strange feeling. A very pleasantly strange feeling that she loved.
She smiled to herself and kissed his lips earning a small moan. She repeated her actions once more, but he did not woke up. Maybe he was too tired as well.
She stood up from the bed looking around for her light pink satin top that went along with her nightgown. It wasn't her style to wear nightgowns, but it is never too late for a new start.
She felt cold the moment she took the blanket off her body. They didn't had the time to put any heating spells in the house.
Her eyes fell to the floor, next to the chair outside of their closet. She narrowed her eyes and she turned around to see her husband. He had tore it apart.
That was Ginny's personal gift to Hermione for her wedding and it was the first time that she wore it. She took it in her hands and left it on the bed for him to fix it.
She smirked to his sleeping form remembering the events of last night. He was trully something else when it comes to sex.
''Every single time.'' she whispered to herself as she closed the door behind her.
She walked to the hallway, putting her hair into a messy bun, and going down the stairs, to start unboxing.
Their honeymoon was over for a few days now and the new house desperately needed some care. All around the living room and the kitchen there were boxes with their belongings.
Boxes that needed to be opened, put in place and see what else they needed for their new house. They didn't bought a lot of things when they moved in.
They had to turn their house into a home. They shouldn't delay it anymore. They had other responsibilities that needed clearence too.
As she walked to the living room, she put her hands to her waist, seeing the mess that there was all around her.
To every direction her eyes looked, there were piles of boxes and every now and then some books, or a trunk. Shit. That was a lot of things they had.
She headed to their study room, the room before the stairs that was bigger than the living room and she stared at the bookcase.
He promised her that all of her books could fit in and once again he kept his promise. She smiled to herself and she turned around to leave.
She walked back to the living room and her eyes rested on a box on top of a pile with the label memories on it. She couldn't recall packing the certain box.
Maybe her mother-in-law stepped by and put it with the rest of them she thought as she slowly opened the box.
On the top, there were two albums, two scarfs, some photos, two quills and two pieces of parchment. She smiled and took the whole box to the sofa.
She sat down, taking his scarf and putting it around her neck, smelling his cologne. She was in love with that man so much.
She took the first album and made herself more comfortable in the large grey sofa. She put the album in her lap and touch the cover.
It had a strange texture. Crusty but yet soft. With beautiful calligraphic silver letters were written their names. Hermione smiled and opened it. It was their wedding album.
The first photo was the two of them looking at each other, moments after the ceremony had ended in an old winery in France.
Hermione was looking to his eyes and he smiled down at her as he kissed her hands, whispering something and their foreheads met.
She looked at her ring in her finger and she smiled at herself. She was still so overwhelmed about the whole thing - so happy.
She couldn't believe the turn her life had made. She put the album aside and she headed to the kitchen. It was time for breakfast and her stomach couldn't agreed more.
She walked through the kitchen and opened the fridge – yes her mother-in-law deferentially stepped by. She started to prepare the breakfast but she hadn't realized that a pare of silver grey eyes were watching her with amusement.
She was about to wait for her husband to make them some coffee when she realized that the beacon she put moments ago was over cooked.
''Oh no!'' she shouted and in her attempt to take the pan away from the stove she burned two of her fingers.
''Shit..'' she shouted again in panic but he was already behind her turning off the stove and turning her around to face him.
She gave him a painful smile as he put her burned fingers inside his mouth and licked them. Her lips fell apart and she blushed at the sight. She finally met his eyes and he smirked to her.
''Now, how about that house elf, Mrs Malfoy?''
''It's Granger Malfoy, Mr Malfoy, and no. We are good.'' she said, putting her arms around his neck and pushing him towards him.
''We are good.'' he echoed her words and leanded down to kiss her lips.
They were good.