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Cosy

He'd never expected to enjoy having her in his arms. Never thought he'd look forward to burying his face in that mess she called hair. He'd never thought he'd have the pleasure of her falling asleep beside him. Yet he got to enjoy all of this.

They were on the couch, Hermione fast asleep against Draco's chest. She wore barely anything, just a matching blue bra and shorts that were a little on the tiny side. He wore a pair of red stripped boxers - and just one left sock. Running his fingers through her loose curls, he pulled out a forgotten Bobbie pin - she'd be finding them for days. As his fingers came free from her hair he caught sight of the wedding ring on his finger. It was still a sight to see as it only been on his finger a few hours.

That was when he remembered that this was in fact the first night of their honeymoon. And where were they, curled on their couch, suitcases packed but left in the corner.

Draco wasn't going to complain. Hermione was truly exhausted from all the excitement and if he were being honest, he was cosy laying with her in the little apartment they shared.