Chapter 2
"Draco?" Hermione's voice sounded through the air, breaking the desolate silence. After placing her bag down, she made her way up the stairs to their bedroom.
"Mione?.." croaked a faint voice. Hermione smiled and glanced fondly at the platinum-blond head which was currently wrapped in the duvet.
"How are you, love?" She sat down beside him on the bed and placed a small kiss on his head.
"I feel terrible." Draco confessed, rolling over to face her. His chest was bare and his platinum hair was ruffled in an endearing way, making him look like an angel. "It's like all the energy has been drained out of me." He sighed in content as she ran her fingers through his hair, murmuring in protest once she stopped. Hermione chuckled.
"Well, maybe you should've thought of that before you went to go play Quidditch in the rain."
"Hey, Harry and Ron were there as well….."
"Yes and now poor Ginny, Lavender and I have to spend our weekends looking after three sick men." Hermione filled his cup with a golden-brown liquid. "Drink up. It's got honey, ginger and lemon in it, so it will take care of your sore throat. I've put a bowl of soup on the table."
Draco whimpered and put on his best puppy dog face. "But-"
"No buts. I know you hate it but you have to; I've put some pepper-up potion in it." She shuffled over closer to him and laid down.
"Wha-what are you doing? You're going to get my cold." He mumbled, but wrapped an arm around her anyway.
"You're cute when you're sick." Hermione giggled as he scrunched his face up.
"Ok, no. I'm not 'cute'. I might be dashing, handsome and striking, but one thing that I never will be is 'cute'." He stopped when Hermione rolled her eyes and stifled another giggle. "Glad to see that someone's finding happiness in my misery." He frowned, pouting slightly.
"Sorry, I just can't believe that you're still the exact same amount of arrogant, even in your weakest state."
"I'm a Malfoy. We've always been arrogant; it's a special gift that only a few can achieve propally."
He smirked as she made no comment, choosing instead to run her thumb over his lower lip. He shivered, and pressed his lips to hers, emitting a small sigh from both.
"I don't think I could ever get tired of this." Hermione said softly, before squeezing even closer to him. Her back was pressed against his chest, and his breath was fanning lightly over her ear.
"Goodnight 'Mione…"
"Goodnight Draco…"
Here is another chapter. I'm so sorry I haven't updated in so long, exams and all that jazz :( But I'm back now, and I'll try to update quite frequently? It depends, as sometimes I might not be able to update for a month? I'll give you a clue about the next chapter: It's their anniversary and Hermione has quite an interesting gift. Might be some mature content. Please, please, please review :)