A/N: I don't own Harry Potter
This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Writing Club April
Character Appreciation: 3 - Trait: Infamous
Word Count: 718
She wiped the sleep from her eyes. Stretching, she could hear her elbows pop. The bed next to her was empty. She hadn't expected him to stay . He usually didn't He didn't dare risk being seen with her. At first, it had bothered her.
Like he'd been ashamed of being with her. It wasn't that, his name had been dragged through the proverbial mud so many times, the last thing he needed was give the tabloids any more ammo. Her name was the same, if she thought about it. She was a war hero, being seen with him could completely destroy her reputation.
She'd honestly quit caring what they said years ago. Not since she'd broken up with Ron and they'd made up some nonsense about her having an affair with Harry. She had never liked Harry in that way. It didn't really matter now.
She sat up, her feet touched the cold floor and she rose to start her day. She made her way to the bathroom, turned on the shower. It hissed for a moment before a cascade of hot water fell from the shower head. The hot water felt good against her skin. The daily routing was comforting. The smell of coffee hit her nose the minute she started washing her hair. She stopped, letting the water wash the shampoo from her hair.
Coffee? She blinked trying to remember if she'd programmed the coffee maker. She was sure she hadn't. She rinsed her hair quickly, grabbed her bathrobe and walked into the kitchen. She stared for a moment. He was standing in her kitchen. This was the first time he'd stayed this long. She looked at him, wearing his trousers and no shirt.
"I made coffee," he said, motioning to the coffee maker. She noded.
"I see, I thought you'd be long gone by now," she whispered, wrapping her arms around his waist. He kissed her lips before leading towards the table. He sat her down, and then slid into the seat across from her.
"I know, but we need to talk." She nodded slightly. She'd know this was coming, knowing things couldn't just stay the same. Eventually their little... whatever this was would come to an end. She sat at the table and he put a cup of coffee in front of her. He sat in the seat across from her.
"These last few months have been amazing," he started. She nodded in agreement. Despite the fact he never stayed, that they really didn't have a real relationship, she couldn't argue she enjoyed their time together. She really enjoyed their nights together.
"But...?" she asked. She knew what was coming, but she wasn't about to let him off that easily.
"I can't do this anymore, the sneaking around, the pretending that you don't matter me to me. Hermione, I am going to ask you a question, you don't have to say yes if you don't want to."
"Alright, ask," she stated. Draco nodded.
"Hermione Granger, would you like to be more than just my nightly hook up? Be seen together in public. Let them publish a picture they took of us kissing when we were pretending we didn't see them?"
"To what end, Draco?" she asked. "To just become the latest gossip?"
"No. Hermione, I would like to officially date you, in possibility that it could lead to more."
"You'd be willing to marry me if it eventually came to that?" she asked, her eyes wide. "Even with what could happen to both of us, if we were together?"
"Yes, I want more than just our nights together. I want the mornings together. I want the afternoons where we sit and do nothing. I want those nights were one of us burns dinner and we have to get take out," Draco said, listing each thing. Hermione smiled.
"I want those too," she whispered. "Alright, so how do we start becoming more than nightly, well, you knows?"
"How about I take you out to brunch?" Draco suggested.
"I would like that, maybe we should get dressed first though?" Hermione suggested, a gleam in her eye. Draco looked at her bathrobe and his naked chest.
"Why don't we make that lunch instead?" he suggested causing her to laugh as they scampered back to Hermione's bedroom.