This was hands down the best day Draco Malfoy had ever experienced. And the fact that it wasn't a dream made it even better. When he'd woken up that morning with his arms full of beautiful curves and a face full of Hermione's sweet smelling mane of hair, he'd thought he'd finally gone and kicked the bucket. Surely he was in heaven. He'd wrapped his arms around her tighter and sighed in bliss, but his Slytherin mind was only inactive for a moment. Sure, this was an amazing morning, but she'd eventually wake up and who knew what kind of tantrum she'd throw. But if he played his cards right…

Draco grinned before slowly easing himself out of bed, careful not to wake the sleeping lion next to him. Quietly making his way to the kitchen he mentally planned several ways the next hour could go. He was honestly shocked when she didn't come barreling into the kitchen with her wand blazing, but instead crept in like she was treading on eggshells. It was even more surprising when she sat down at the table with him and attempted to apologize for her abrupt arrival in his room the night before. It had only taken him a few moments that morning to realize her medical situation and decide to use it and her embarrassment to his advantage.

No, he'd never had Stultus Magicae, but with a few well-placed words Hermione would be none the wiser. Honestly, the kiss itself had been a gamble. Even without her magic, Hermione had a mean right hook that Draco still feared. But the feeling of her finally – finally – kissing him back was well worth it. He wove his hands into the amazing curls that were as soft as he'd imagined and pressed himself closer to Hermione, backing them up until she was pressed between him and the kitchen counter. Her hands ran over his chest and arms before moving to undo his shirt buttons. When she couldn't get them undone, Hermione huffed into their kiss and reached for her wand in her back pocket.

Draco's eyes flew open when Hermione jerked away from the kiss. Worried that he'd pushed too far too quickly, Draco attempted to step back but was stopped when every article of clothing he owned came flying out of his bedroom towards the couple. He let out an undignified shout as in a matter of seconds Hermione and Draco were in a bundle on the floor encased in every article of clothing he owned. He heard a groan from the small girl on top of him and, worried she'd been hurt in the Madam Malkin's bombing that just went down, he tilted his head up to look at her. Her cheeks were flushed a deep red that ran down her neck and over her chest. Shaking his head before he went down that trail of thought he raised one eyebrow at her.

"I was just…" Hermione buried her face in his chest muffling the rest of her sentence.

"I'm sorry, what was that?" He leaned his face closer to the top of her head barely able to make out what she said.

"I was just trying to get your stupid buttons open."

As he quickly put together what had happened he began to laugh, surprising her. She jerked her head up, wide eyed and still flushed to see his head thrown back in mirth. "You mean to tell me," he tried to get out through his chuckles, "that you tried to use your magic to undress me and in the process mummified us with my entire wardrobe?"

Hermione smacked his chest in her embarrassment and attempted to move off of him. Wiggling she huffed out, "Well it's not my fault. You practically threw yourself at me! Besides who even owns this amount of clothing? It's ridiculous!"

Still smiling, Draco maneuvered his hands to her hips to hold her still. "You have worse control over your magic than a little first year Hufflepuff."

Hermione's mouth dropped open and anger sparked in her eyes causing Draco's grin to grow. He loved getting her riled up and watching her eyes glow with emotion. "First of all, that's so mean to Hufflepuffs! They're the sweetest kids you'll ever meet! And second, it's not that I don't have any control, it's because of this stupid illness you arse!"

In a spur of the moment decision, which only Hermione could bring out of him, he kissed the tip of her nose. Hermione froze in the middle of her rant and looked at him with wide eyes. "You're so cute when you're angry."

Hermione flushed again and looked down at his chest in embarrassment. "Yes, well, being cute isn't going to get us out of this situation."

"No, but it certainly got us into it."

Hermione rolled her eyes at him and attempted to push herself up bracing her hands on his chest. When she didn't budge she shoved a few more times with little success. Draco shifted to try and give her more space and in doing so felt his wand in his back pocket. He smirked at her, "If you reach into my back pocket you can grab my wand, and I can get us out of this." Hermione reached her hand underneath him groping for his wand. "Honestly, Hermione, using this situation to get a grab at my arse is hardly the Gryffindor thing to do."

Instead of blushing again as he expected, Hermione rolled her eyes and managed to get ahold of his wand. "Is that your wand, Draco, or are you happy to see me?"

Draco's eyes widened slightly as he met her challenging gaze. He smirked. So she wants to play? Game on. Draco squeezed her hips and grazed his thumb along the waistband of her pants and smiled when he heard her breath hitch slightly. "If we were wearing less clothes," he drawled, "you'd be able to see for yourself."

Hermione smirked at him in a way that matched his trademark look before leaning close to his ear. He shivered slightly feeling her breath brush his ear and heard her whisper, "With my magic misbehaving maybe we should take off these clothes in a safer way."

Merlin, why did it take me so long to make a move on her? Draco pulled her closer to him and purred, "You're move, Peanut."

The laugh that erupted from her was the most beautiful sound to ever reach his ears. "I never thought I'd say it, Draco, but I'm so glad I ended up in your flat last night."

Draco kissed her soundly before smiling at her and saying, "Despite the wardrobe casualties, I'm glad you did too."