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She wasn't sure if it was the warm rays of sunshine that woke her up or not, but Hermione was absolutely positive she did not want to get up for the day. If she had it her way, she would spend all day in bed, naked, with Antonin. They had had a very nice evening the night before, having gone to the ballet, and then out to a popular wine bar afterwards, only to return home, eager for one another. She didn't see why their weekend fun didn't have to continue into the next morning.

Reaching her toes out, she ran her foot up his calf, trying to entice him into some more pleasurable activities. The action was ruined by the noise of her tiny, little yawn, and Antonin's responding throaty chuckle. "Good morning, kotyonok." He whispered.

Hermione tried desperately not to smile, but the corners of her lips turned up at his term of endearment. Antonin always said she was like a kitten, not just because of her feisty behavior, but because of the way that she purred and the way that she liked to be pet, even if that assessment made her blush. She nuzzled her face further into the pillow. "Morning Antonin." She kept her eyes shut tight, not wanting to get up quite yet.

She could feel him push some of her hair out of her face, and pull the blanket slightly higher to drape over her naked form. She knew that he was posing her, and tried to keep her face as relaxed as possible. It was just a hazard of having an amateur photographer as a boyfriend, she supposed. He was always seeing little actions and activities as the perfect shot, like the time he'd taken her photo walking into the sunset along the beach. That was now framed in their living room.

The click of his phone's camera echoed in the bedroom. Antonin rolled onto his back, his fingers rapidly typing away on his phone, before he set the phone on the nightstand with finality.

Rolling over, he pulled her body closer to his, pulling down the blanket, exposing her breasts to him. His finger traced over pink nipple, loving the way it pebbled under his touch. He kissed her slowly, sensuously, promising a very delightful morning. Hermione sighed into him, her fingers delving into his wavy, dark hair, holding him to her just as she wanted him.

The phone buzzed on the nightstand. Hermione's eyes shot open in surprise, but she was quickly distracted by Antonin's tongue sliding against her own. She moaned into him, feeling her center throb at the action.

Buzz buzz. Buzz buzz.

Hermione started to get suspicious. Pulling away from her boyfriend, she narrowed her eyes at him. "Antonin, did you put that picture on Instagram?" She accused, feeling a bit of anxiety at the action sink into her bones.

Unapologetically, wanting to get back to her sweet lips, Antonin shrugged his broad shoulders. "Yeah."

"But Antonin, I am naked!" She cried, not wanting some kind of raunchy photo of herself on his Instagram. She'd certainly never agree to that.

"Exactly, so don't you want to take advantage of that fact before we have to meet Luna and Rabastan for brunch?" He asked, obviously not bothered at all by the idea of thousands of internet strangers - and worse, their close friends - seeing her nude form. It was a bit of a surprise, seeing as Antonin was usually very possessive of her. Though, she supposed that he did seem to like showing off what he did have, if only to show everyone else what they were missing.

"Delete that immediately!" She practically shrieked, throwing herself on top of him in an effort to reach the phone, only to have it remain, sadly, out of her grasp.

Antonin sighed, rolling back into his back, before grabbing the phone off of the nightstand. "I would never post a nude photo of you on the internet, kotyonok." He said, pulling up his instagram app and handing the phone to her.

Her breath was taken away from the artful and beautiful photo. The sunlight made the white sheet slightly sheer, so you could see the outline of her body under the covers, but nothing explicit was exposed. It was sexy and innocent and pure, and she was amazed that this was the way Antonin saw her when he looked at her. She never really thought of herself as gorgeous, but there was no denying that the woman captured in the photo was. "I get to wake up to the best view every morning." He'd captioned it, along with some sparse hashtags, and no emojis. Antonin never did emojis. Short and to the point.

Her eyes nearly popped out of her skull at seeing the number of likes it already had, barely even up for five minutes. Really, she shouldn't be surprised considering the subject of the photo and Antonin's wide following on the social media site, but still, it was her. She couldn't believe that she was quite so popular.

Hermione gave her boyfriend a shy smile. "Alright, maybe I overreacted. You don't have to delete it." It was really very tasteful, and she never would have doubted him. Flicking her thumb up the screen, she decided to go through some of the comments. Her eyes narrowed while she was reading them, particularly one from Antonin's lecherous friend. "But you have to have a talk with Yaxley about his comment. I will NOT be hashtag freeing the nipple."

Antonin laughed, pulling the phone from her hand and pinning her hands above her head. He was going to take full advantage of the rest of their sleepy morning together. He was determined to do much more than just enjoy the view.