Chapter Eleven
"Hey, Hermione?" Draco asked softly as he ran his hand through her curls. They were snuggled together on her living room couch, watching Romeo and Juliet for the fiftieth time.
"Mmm, yes, Draco?" She murmured sleepily. He was so warm and she felt so safe. No one could blame her for falling asleep, they would too if they had a Draco pillow. But they didn't and wouldn't because he was all hers.
"I love you. You know that right?" Draco pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head.
"Say that again?" Hermione whispered, suddenly wide awake.
"I love you. You know that right?" Draco laughed.
"You love me?" Hermione asked, turning to look him in the eye.
"I think I've loved you since I was four years old. You have to know that." Draco was more than a little worried by the moisture gathering in her eyes. "Hermione?" He asked gently.
"You love me." She stated.
He nodded.
In the next moment, Hermione crawled into Draco's lap and started peppering his face with sweet little kisses.
"I love you, too. I love you so much. I've loved you forever," she murmured in between several kisses.
"Really?" Draco couldn't contain his grin.
"More than I can even begin to tell you. You're everything," she whispered fiercely before his lips claimed hers.