Very short, very sweet. It's pure fluff for just all those girls out there who imagine their perfect guys to be like this.
"Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens..." Hermione sung softly.
"Muggle-borns with bushy hair and bookworms with attitudes..." she heard someone sing in the background.
She turned around, half exasperated half amused; he always did these kind of things. Just one of the random quirks that Draco had. They always had this game where they'd sing songs, just to express their feelings when they couldn't say it in mere words.
"Kiss me again, because only you can stop this stuttering..." he boomed.
Hermione giggled and hugged Draco. They shared their heads dorm now, and after 3 months of talking to him late into the night, they really got to know each other. It sounded clichéd, right? Two enemies suddenly getting to know each other and falling in love, but it wasn't.
"Started out with a kiss, how did it end up like this? It was only a kiss..." Hermione sang.
Draco held onto Hermione, to him their 3 months together was like one big love song. Cheesy, huh? He felt like a completely different person around her. Someone new, someone not tied down by what their father wants them to do.
"Who would have thought, that me and you would ever happen," he said bemusedly.
"Isn't it ironic? Don't you think.. It's like rain on your wedding day..." she sang while laughing. It was ironic.
Ron and Harry knew about their relationship. They didn't exactly approve, but they just wanted to see Hermione happy. And happy she was, Draco was completely different than whom she thought he was. 7th year was just a giant blur to her. The war was over, even if some Death Eaters were roaming, including Lucius Malfoy, but they were harmless, under constant watch.
"If heaven and hell decide, that they both are satisfied, illuminated the 'no's' on their vacancy signs, I'll follow you into the dark.." Draco told Hermione quietly.
They both smiled and fell asleep serenely.