A/N: This is just a really short dramione drabble that I wrote while trying to gain inspiration for the next chapter of Dancing in the Sheets! Hope you like it!

Draco's eyes trailed down Hermione's back, taking in the detailed white lace that framed her slender figure. To say she was beautiful was almost insulting; she was a vision. A small smirk came to his lips as he silently stalked into the room and came up behind her. She glanced up from the chair where she sat fixing her hair and fixed him with a glare. "You are not supposed to be back here." His smirk gave way to a toothy grin.

"Am I not allowed to see my bride on my own wedding day?" he asked silkily. Hermione's right eyebrow rose.

"No." she said simply. "Not until the ceremony. It's bad luck." He moved his hands across her shoulders, caressing her arms lightly, and she leaned back into his touch. He reached down and slid his hands in hers, pulling her to her feet and turning her to face him. Hermione couldn't help but smile. He pulled her close and wrapped her arms around her.

"Luck has nothing to do with it." he whispered lightly into her ear. His breath against her skin made her shiver. She rested her head against his shoulder, closing her eyes and enjoying the warmth of his embrace.

"Draco?" she asked.

"Yes, love?" Hermione opened her eyes and curled more closely into Draco.

"No regrets?" she asked him tentatively. Draco sighed into her hair and rubbed a hand comfortingly down her back.

"No regrets." he confirmed. Hermione pulled away from him slightly, looking him in the eyes. Draco gently brushed a strand of her curly brown hair away.

"Promise?"

"I promise." he said. He kissed her lightly on the forehead and she smiled. "I love you, Hermione Granger."

"And I love you, Draco Malfoy..."