I'm so sorry that it has taken so long for this update (school was super busy with midterm exams and papers). Thank you all for the thoughtful reviews, new follows/favorites and all of the reads! I hope that you all are enjoying, I had a really great time writing this particularly fluffy chapter! As always, please let me know what you think!

-Hannah

Song: Run by Vampire Weekend

When Hermione Granger looked up at him with those bloody eyes of hers and spoke in that bloody whisper, Draco thought his heart may very well beat out of his chest. As much as he wanted to haul Hermione straight back to bed and shag her until she couldn't walk straight for saying something so intimate to him, he found himself distracted by the comfort he felt just watching her flit about her small kitchen.

"What the fuck is happening? Why the fuck do I go weak-kneed every time she glances at me?" He thought to himself, feeling a small crease beginning to form in his brow.

"Is everything alright, Draco?" the small witch asked, a mixture of confusion and concern clouding her pretty face.

"Well, besides the fact that you've dragged me out of bed, just when I was getting comfortable, there is absolutely nothing wrong," Draco replied, giving her a genuine smile, deciding that he didn't give a damn if being completely infatuated with Granger made him the biggest fool on Earth.

"You should smile more often, Draco."

"While I do appreciate your advice, it is my professional opinion that the world should present me with reasons to smile more often."

"Perhaps then, you just need to be a little more diligent about finding all of the little things the world presents us with. There are plenty of times a day that I'm reminded of how special it is to be passing a blooming flower, or how lovely it is that there are still people who take the time to feed pigeons."

"As romantic as that may be, Hermione, I'm not sure anyone would trust some loon who spent his time running about finding strange things to smile about."

"Well then, Draco, maybe you can start by just smiling when you have your tea," Hermione replied, setting a familiar cup on the counter in front of him before walking back to her bedroom, absentmindedly picking up a book she had left on the hall table.

Snuggled up under her fluffy duvet (one of the few luxuries Hermione Granger could not live without) nursing a steaming cup of tea with one of her favorite books, and wrapped in the embrace of none other than Draco Malfoy. Hermione really could not believe her luck.

"What are you reading, you insatiable bookworm?" Draco asked, giving her a playful poke.

"Oh, it's The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe," she replied, showing him the well-worn cover over her shoulder.

"So it is. Only, what do those three things have to do with each other? Is it a boggart?"

Hermione couldn't repress the giggle that slipped out. "No, it's not a boggart. It's about siblings who find a magical kingdom in a wardrobe at a house they're staying in. The Lion and the Witch are fighting for control of the kingdom."

"That's completely implausible, Hermione."

"Draco, you do realize that we are capable of performing magic using special sticks that do implausible things when we wave them around and mutter strange things, don't you?"

"Naturally, Hermione. That wasn't my point though, witch. It is completely implausible that there could be an entire kingdom hidden in some musty wardrobe. The biggest closet in Europe is at the Manor and only two people have ever gotten completely lost in it."

"But it's a magical kingdom in a magical wardrobe, Draco."

"Just because you tack "magical" onto something," Draco answered, rolling his eyes at Hermione's emphasis, "does not mean that it defies the laws of magic itself. Even the bloody Room of Requirement isn't capable of sustaining an entire kingdom and it's infinitely bigger than any muggle wardrobe."

"The wardrobe itself doesn't actually sustain the kingdom, rather it's like a portkey that lets the children in."

"Oh, jolly, now there's an autonomous kingdom that, in the middle of a civil war, has decided to open its arms to children. I may be a self-centred arse, but I would never think of luring children to armed conflict."

"Oh...erm...that's not the point of it though! The kingdom needed humans to overthrow the White Witch!" Hermione exclaimed, feeling a blush rising over her chest while Draco looked as nonplussed as ever.

"Well of course, then, this bloody magical kingdom was just looking for fresh martyrs then. I'm beginning to question the moral case of whomever thought this made for a compelling story, dear."

"You. Are. So. Infuriating." Hermione huffed, making a show out of opening her book and attempting to find her place again.

"My, my. If anything has ever screamed, "take me now, Draco Malfoy" it would certainly be the passion rolling off of you in waves, pet." Draco whispered, brushing her hair away from her neck and renewing his assault on her senses.

Hermione was stubborn though, she did not want to let him win, at least not yet. She did her best to concentrate on the words, staring at the pages and desperately hoping the words might suddenly order themselves into her brain.

Quickly, she had given up trying to read. There was no way she could stop herself from being distracted by the kisses and nips Draco had begun trailing over her shoulders, so instead she had resorted to turning the pages whenever she felt like a reasonable enough time had passed.

Despite her determination, Hermione couldn't help it when a shiver passed through her body as Draco ran a finger down her spine.

"I'm trying to read, Draco." She whined through gritted teeth.

"And I'm trying to bring you back to bed with me, Hermione." he whispered, lips brushing against the shell of her ear with each word.

"Really? While I'm sure that would be positively magical, I'm not convinced it's an entirely plausible plan." Hermione replied, hoping that her voice was light and flippant.

While it had taken an immense effort not to break under his careful ministrations, Hermione felt a surge of self-satisfaction upon hearing Draco mutter something that sounded like, "swot" under his breath.

Her celebration was short lived, however as Draco had never been one to practice much patience.

He maneuvered himself around Hermione so that he could capture her small body under his own.

"You'd be smart to trust that I can do entirely implausible and completely magical things to you, witch." He growled, punctuating his statement with a firm kiss.

He moved on, trailing featherlight kisses across her abdomen, knowing that he had won when finally, she let out a delicate mew that seemed to slip out of her throat.

Sometime later, while absentmindedly stroking Hermione's silken curls, Draco found himself unable to refrain from teasing her one last time about her bloody book (the same that had quickly tumbled to the floor, forgotten, he might add).

"What d'you reckon we might stumble upon if we had a shag in a wardrobe?"

"A wand, shoved so far up your arse that even the most experienced healers of St. Mungo's would consider it a medical anomaly, Malfoy." Hermione replied, her words muffled by the pillow she had buried her face in.

"While I appreciate your comfort with discussing kink, princess, I think I'll be using the safeword for this one." He grinned, kissing her head and pulling her back against his chest before settling into a peaceful, dreamless sleep.