Draco rolled over and groaned slightly as the sunlight infiltrated his eyes. It was too damn bright in this room, he hated it and decided that he needed to get curtains as his eyes fluttered open landing on the beautiful brunette in his bed.
She was laying on her stomach, one leg gently bent with her arms tucked under her head, her cheek pressed against her forearm with her lightly freckled nose resting by the crook of her arm. Her hair seemed to have a life of its own as her once sleek curls danced around each other trying to see which one could stand higher than the other. She was clad in his old seeker tee shirt and he had to admit that she looked good in green and silver with his name across her back. He swallowed his naughty thoughts when he remembered that she, in a half drunken stupor, refused to put on pants.
He sat up and stretched hoping that his thoughts drifted elsewhere. Which they did, for a moment. As he scratched at a spot on his bare chest he thought of breakfast; of fresh fruit crepes with freshly whipped cream and how that freshly whipped cream would taste even better on the soft mounds of Hermione's breasts. He closed his eyes and shook his head, while her creamy skin was soft to the touch and had touched him many times that night leaving scorch marks where she had met his porcelain tones. She was so peachy and full of life where he felt pale and often times dead. But here she was, sleeping next to him and here he was thinking about sitting her up on the kitchen counter and shagging her until they both couldn't move.
His morning priorities needed sorted.
He shook his head and slowly stood up from the bed. Maybe he'd go downstairs and make those crepes for breakfast but as he turned around and her sleeping form turned on her side he shook his head for a second time before deciding a cold shower was in order. Then crepes.
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The gentle hum of magic tickled Draco's skin as soon as he stepped out of the shower. He hadn't felt the magic around him in a long time, not even when Astoria had danced through the halls at the manor. He thought it was funny really, how he could feel her magic, as if he was yearning to be used like it had been kept like a book on a shelf for too long. She belonged in the magical world, where her hair frizzed just a bit more and she became more alive than he had seen her in months. Magic belonged with her and she belonged with magic.
He ran his towel over his hair tousling the blond locks until they were slightly damp. His hair un-styled laid flat over his eyes and tickled the tops of his ears and was very reminiscent of his Hogwarts days. He looked at himself in the mirror and let out a small chuckle as he remembered Hermione constantly moving it out of his eyes complaining about him breaking his neck if he kept doing that jerking motion to keep his hair out of his eyes. He had once given himself a neck strain when looking over a potions book doing a particular jerking motion, not that he'd ever tell her of course.
After quickly brushing his teeth, Draco slipped into his favourite grey sweat pants and dried his hair with his wand. He had no place to be today except the kitchen making crepes so he decided he'd give his arms a break and let his hair hang loose, besides he wanted to see if Hermione's thoughts had changed about the longer tresses he normally kept in a small pompadour.
He walked out of the bathroom and stopped just at the top of the stairs, his breath catching in his throat. Although she was asleep, she had been the most beautiful woman he had laid his eyes on.
She moved slightly causing the blanket to shift down slightly exposing her hip and a strip of purple. All the good his shower did him was quickly washed away as his pants became slightly tighter and his visions of morning sex in the kitchen returned. Oh dear he was in trouble...
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Hermione snuggled down into the plush bed and her eyes popped open. This wasn't her bed, this wasn't her room "am I in slytherin colours?" She whispered to herself as she stretched her arms above her head, a soft mewling sound escaped her lips. It had been a dreamy bed and she felt like she had been sleeping on a cloud. Her eyes scanned the room that she had barely remembered from the night before.
Exposed brick was off to her right, four stairs ascended to another room that Hermione was curious to explore. In front of her in the large four poster bed sat a large ornate couch the same color as the curtain. A beautiful cream and gold colored fireplace took up the other end of the room with a fire roared to life the moment she set eyes on it.
A smile appeared on her face, it was a wonderful home full of magic that seemed to vibrate around her, the current flowing through her veins and making her hair frizz. She missed being surrounded by magic, the way it had made her feel and how she felt while doing it. She inhaled through her nose and stretched one more time before sitting up in the bed and almost immediately she regretted all her life decisions that led her up to her hangover headache. She groaned and stepped on the cold stone floor and stood up, stretching once more letting her back crack
"Am I not wearing pants?" She muttered as she lowered her arms. The shirt hit her mid-thigh and the sleeves came just to her elbows, it was a shirt she had worn many times even if she didn't notice what shirt t had been at first. She padded her way toward the set of stairs and noticed the dark grey curtains on either side of the staircase she had the urge to reach out and touch them but a beautiful large soaking tub had caught her attention. The bathroom was grey and white. A large Japanese soaking tub sat in the back near a large window. In one corner of the room a shower stood but instead of shower doors it had two low walls with the large grey tiles moving up its sides. The shower head hung from the ceiling and was large enough Hermione figured it would hold two comfortably. The toilet sat off to the side in a smaller separate room while two sinks finished the main part of the bathroom. She would have given her wand tip for a bath that large. Of course it would have been torture to have bathed Scorpius when he was younger. She smiled at the thought of her son and briefly wondered if he was having a great time with Marcus before her bladder decided to direct her attention elsewhere.
She slid out of the bedroom sometime later, her feet padding gently on the stone floor. The floor was warm to the touch despite it being November. Magic never failed to amaze her even after all this time. She turned down a hallway and frowned slightly, she couldn't remember how they had come up this way, all she knew was that there were a lot of stairs and her head was still pounding.
The smell of bacon caught her attention causing her stomach to rumble, when was the last time she had eaten? She and Draco had shared a bag of crisps sometime over night and she was confused for a second, where had his house elves been? She couldn't remember seeing any and she knew that the elves in the manor had went with Narcissa in Italy where they were paid. Did Draco have any?
She stopped in her tracks as she entered the kitchen. Draco stood there shirtless with his back toward her, his back muscles rippled as he expertly moved what looked like batter around the pan. His grey sweatpants sat low on his hips his muscles flexing as he side stepped to a different spot in front of the stove. He slung a tea towel over his left shoulder and Hermione coughed slightly in surprise of how effortlessly sexy it had been. How would it have been to have seen him sling a burping cloth over his shoulder? Hermione was sure Scorpius would have a lot more siblings.
Her breath hitched as he looked over his shoulder "hey, you."
She breathed as she stood there in the door frame pantsless and ready for anything that involved being perched on the counter top. Oh dear, she was in big trouble.
Authors note: this entire time I've imagined Brendon Urie (because I'm obsessed with him) as Draco but obviously blond, Lilly James as Hermione and a much younger Anthony Boyle as Scorpius (because I love him). Imagine them how you'd like! Also I didn't want this to be a long chapter and I didn't want it to have a lot of dialogue. I wanted them to be alone with themselves but also together and how some of their thoughts intertwined with one another's even without knowing it. Please review :)