Task: Write about someone being in a comfortable situation. Word count: 734

The sun was bright and unrelenting as it made its way through the curtains and into his face. He blinked profusely, squinting as he accustomed himself to being awake before placing his arm across his face and groaning quietly.

He was knackered from all the dancing and standing around and socialising that they had had to do yesterday; it was unavoidable but waking up early was avoidable.

His arm was pinned to the bed and a curly mop of hair was tickling his neck and he knew, even if the sun hadn't hit his face, he would have woken from lack of oxygen soon enough. He couldn't complain too much – he loved that hair. Removing the arm over his eyes, he turned slightly onto his side, fingering a few curls that were flying all over the place, her hair an uncontrollable mess. His own was smooth, silky and flat; all features that she would kill for.

As more and more awareness came to him, he could feel the enjoyable ache in some of his limbs and the beautiful pain of scratches on his back which hinted to what must have been a beautiful night; he wasn't awake enough to remember those events yet. By stretching his legs, he noticed that the sheets were riding low on his body, barely covering his modesty whilst they were wrapped tightly around his bed partner's body, hiding all and everything.

Feeling mischievous and knowing how she preferred to be covered when not in the throes of passion, he fingered the sheet around her chest, making it looser on her form so he was able to push it down and away. Her fingers grasped at it uselessly and eventually she relaxed, her arm being repositioned to across his chest whilst her fingers wrapped themselves in his fine locks.

"Mmm." She groaned minutes later, stretching her body like a cat and rubbing sinfully against the male body next to her. Her hand tightened in his hair and she heard his resounding groan whilst her other hand clenched her pillow. "Morning." She spoke, her voice husky from sleeping, drinking and screaming. He smirked down at her, watching her eyes blink slowly as she too adjusted to the sunlight that shone in her face.

"Good morning love." He replied, kissing her forehead affectionately before lying back down, holding her to his chest and his other arm resting under his head for support. "We've got a long day ahead of us." He warned causing her to laugh – a sound that he loved immensely and would kill to hear time and time again.

"I'm sure we do. It's going to be very tiring, isn't it?" He tried to keep his cocky smirk glued to his face but as the memories of last night finally filtered into his mind, he couldn't help but let it seep into a satisfied grin.

"We have to exercise you know." He informed her, turning onto his side as he watched her face for every emotion that passed across it. Love. Affection. Amusement. Excitement. He was completely convinced that her emotions were being shown similarly to his own. "Maybe we should start now." He commented, her hand sliding across the bed to her thigh and she smacked it away.

"I've barely been awake five minutes." He rolled his eyes, knowing her argument was futile since she hadn't had to have been awake even a minute in the past before they exercised. "You'll have to wait till I've eaten and brushed my teeth." She commented, trying to roll free from his grasp.

"Why Mrs Malfoy, people would start to think that you don't want your dashing husband to ravish you on your honeymoon. We've only been married a few hours and I'm already being denied." He rolled to his back, wailing and making his annoyance known. She merely smirked down at him before kissing his lips.

"You made it Draco." That was a loaded sentence; he really had made it. He was a qualified and trusted Auror in the department, his name had been cleared from the war and he had made as much amends as possible; the family business was now completely clean and flourishing and he now had the love of his life leaning on his chest.

"We made it Hermione."

Yeah, he was comfortable with life. And he was really comfortable with waking up like this every day.