Both Draco and Hermione were traditionalists. Despite his traditions coming from a pureblood, social elite perspective and hers coming from a muggle one, some of them were fairly similar. It was easy then to agree upon not living together before they got married. Blaise and Theo, both having already been married two years and a year, respectively, had warned him of the "horrors" to come when he and Hermione had said "I do" and would be sharing close quarters on an everyday basis.

"You won't stop loving her." Blaise had said, his lips morphing into a sneaky smile. "You'll just start questioning things a bit."

Draco had rolled his eyes, seriously thinking that his best mates were exaggerating. However, having now spent six months married to the love of his life, maybe his friends weren't wrong. Luckily his wife was damn adorable. Merlin forbid if he had been reduced to an arranged marriage and forced to endure these "horrors" and inconveniences with someone he didn't even like.

Month One

There were times when Draco could trap Hermione in bed, but most often than not she was an early riser. On the days when he couldn't catch her he would wake up and hear the sound of running water and then smile to himself. Why smile? Because he knew his wife was naked and the obstacle that was clothing would be littered on the floor.

Perfect.

Draco pushed his blankets off of him, slipped off his underwear and walked his way across their master bedroom and into the bathroom. He took a deep breath, examining the situation he was about to walk into and wondering if it was worth it. Steam had wafted over his head and across his body, instantly causing sweat to erupt. Draco tentatively poked his head in, saw the frosted covered mirror, and instantly knew what was waiting for him:

Shower hell.

His wife, Merlin bless her, liked to shower in the depths of hell for some odd reason. And it wasn't even hot for her! She said it felt "soothing."

"Soothing my arse," Draco grumbled as he stood in the middle of the bathroom and eyeing the glass door behind which his wife was enjoying her morning watery, fire spray. Once again he was debating if it was worth it when his wife let out a delectable happy moan that signified how much she was enjoying her morning shower. That moan, however, had been music to his ears as well as other parts of his body and it couldn't be ignored.

Draco braced himself and opened the shower door. He stepped in quickly, but the moment his feet touched the bottom of the shower, he yelped and jumped back, butting against the back of the shower.

Hermione instantly turned around, hands on her breasts as she had been obviously rubbing soap on them and stared wide-eyed.

"Draco! Are you okay?"

"Of course I'm not okay!" Draco said as he did mini hops to keep his feet from standing in the water for too long. "How the hell do you not cook in here?!"

Hermione laughed. "It's not that bad."

"Tell that to my third-degree burns."

Hermione shook her head at him and turned the taps for cooler water. She then grabbed his hand and pulled him under it so that his feet could be in more "desirable temperatures."

"Better?"

"No," Draco replied bitterly, although it was short-lived. His feet did feel a bit better, but what was actually brightening his spirits was that Hermione had moved behind him and wrapped her arms around him. He closed his eyes at the feel of her body pressed against his back, her cheek too, and soon her lips as they trailed along his shoulder blades.

"Do you feel better now?"

Draco smiled, but was glad that she couldn't see. "Not at all."

Hermione huffed. "You're impossible."

"And yet you married me." Draco chuckled. "Whose fault is that?"

"No one told you to be charming, you attractive arse."

Draco laughed loudly and turned around in her arms. "Have I ever told you that I love your terms of endearment for me?"

Hermione shrugged naively. "Once or twice,"

Once, twice, three times… It was hard to keep track of the creative things she muttered under her breath or said out loud. It certainly wasn't cheesy "I love yous." It definitely was not their style and most certainly wretch-worthy. Yes, he loved his mildly, foul-mouthed witch. Especially when she kissed and fondled him in non-conventional places -like a shower, for instance. He relished in her forced movements to press him against the shower wall and kiss his neck, moving her tongue along as she went as he cupped and squeezed her bottom. And, of course, the sneaky woman would somehow manage to raise the water temperature in the process. Or maybe he was just naturally feeling hot and bothered?

He suppose it didn't matter now Draco had recaptured Hermione's lips and twisted them around so that now she was the one pinned. He quite enjoyed taking her against the shower wall. It was partly because walls presented something of a challenge, being upright and all. Not to mention a lovely little angle to thrust into his wife and make her damage the hell out of his shoulders with her nails. But mostly it was a pride and ego thing, because he wanted to make her scream over the sound of running water.

And he always did.

Author's Note: Hello! Hello! So, I was recently introduced to some AMAZING artwork by Yehuda Devir and included were some of him and his wife depicting ordinary events. They were so adorable and so Dramione-worthy that I couldn't help but be inspired to make Dramione drabbles. Check out his work on Instagram jude_devir.

-WP