Hermione slowly and deliberately rubbed the sunscreen onto Draco's skin. She was sure that half of the reason he was wearing it was just so she would touch him. As if he needed an excuse for that. She'd married the man after all.

"Did you get all of it?" Draco asked.

"Yes dear," Hermione said. She rolled her eyes at his antics. He wasn't going to burn.

"I know what you're thinking. And yes, I did use a sun protection spell too," Draco said. "But extra protection isn't going to hurt me."

"You're such a baby when it comes to the sun."

"You would be too if you had skin as pale as mine," her husband said.

Unsurprisingly, Draco wasn't the least bit red when they returned home that evening. On the other hand, Hermione was about as red as a firetruck, and walking incredibly gingerly.

"I thought you said that you didn't burn," Draco teased.

"Hush." Hermione wasn't in a good mood. Every inch of her exposed skin ached and all she wanted to do was sleep until it stopped hurting.

"I think I have just the thing."

He reached into the medicine cupboard in the bathroom and pulled out a bottle of green goop. Aloe Vera gel.

"Where did you get that?" Hermione asked.

"When you're as pale as I am, you learn every trick in the book to combat the sun. Come here."

He scooped some of the gel and rubbed it with care into his wife's inflamed skin. Slowly the burning sensation lessened and the pain eased.

"Thank you," Hermione murmured before kissing Draco.