Draco woke up in the morning with Hermione's head on his chest. Their legs were intertwined and his arm was wrapped tightly around her waist.
She was breathing shallowly, indicating that she was still asleep. He took time to study her face shamelessly. He noticed that her lips were slightly pursed. Her hair was mostly out of the bun it had been in last night. Tendrils of it falling over her face and neck. He gently reached out and pushed the hair from her face.
She stirred slightly and Draco ripped his hand away. She sighed and buried her face deeper into his chest.
"'Morning," she mumbled.
"Good morning," Draco said softly. Hermione groaned and stretched. "Did you sleep well?" Draco asked.
Hermione offered him a sleepy smile and said, "Yes. Your clothes are very comfortable."
"I'm glad," Draco said, placing a hand on her hair, which was wild.
Yawning quietly, Hermione turned so she was on her stomach, her chin still on Draco's chest. Her eyes were more awake than Draco expected them to be.
"I meant to ask you last night," she started, running a hand through his hair, "your mother was okay with Mrs. Weasley being there last night, right?"
Draco's brow pulled together in confusion, "What do you mean?"
Hermione cringed slightly, "She did kill your mother's sister."
Draco sighed deeply and took a while to choose his words correctly.
"It's complicated," Draco said after a moment. "My mother would sometimes say that she didn't have any sisters. That Bella hadn't been her sister for a long time. She was a changed, twisted version of my mother's sister," Draco paused for a moment before continuing, "Let's just say that my mother was mourning the death of her sister far before Mrs. Weasley killed her."
"That's so sad," Hermione said quietly.
"Yeah, well, that's how it is," Draco said gruffly.
He had never liked his aunt. Truth be told, he was terrified of her. He remembered Bellatrix and how much she scared him as a child. His mother would constantly reassure him that Bella was not a threat. Soon, his mother stopped reassuring him. The day that Bella went to Azkaban, Draco remembered the relief he felt, like a large weight had been lifted. Then he remembered when she escaped and how the world felt like it had darkened.
"Your mother invited me for tea some afternoon," Hermione stated.
He looked down at her, eyebrows raised and she was smiling. Draco groaned. "Oh, this won't end well."
"I agreed to go, if that's alright? She knows about us," Hermione added simply. She placed her hand back down on his chest.
"I didn't tell her," Draco said defensively, folding a hand over his face.
"Oh, I know you didn't," Hermione traced a figure over his chest. "She's a Slytherin, your mother."
"I know," Draco sighed, "Believe me, I know."
Hermione laughed lightly and leaned up to kiss him. He wanted to pull her closer to him, but she pulled back quickly, her bottom lip between her teeth.
"I could really use a shower," Hermione said, a devilish smile tugging on her lips.
"A cold one?" Draco smirked and pulled her up, so she was flush with him.
She giggled and nodded. "Or a hot one."
Draco groaned and flipped them over, so he hovered over her. His lips crashed down on hers and he ground his hips forward.
"Can I join you?" He rasped against her lips.
"I'd be angry if you didn't."
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"'Mione, you slept here?" Scorpius asked curiously.
Draco choked on his coffee and Hermione blushed deeply. After their shower and morning romp, Hermione and Draco had gone down stairs to get breakfast. Shortly after, Scorpius came running into the dining room and plopped himself on to the chair next to Hermione's.
She opened her mouth to explain, but Draco quickly cut her off. "Yeah, like when you slept at James', remember?"
Scorpius' smile broadened as he turned back to Hermione, "You have fun? I had lots of fun at James'."
Draco smirked as Hermione's blush turned an even darker shade of red. She stammered to say something and squeaked out, "Yes."
"Good," Scorpius turned to his father, "you could have told me! I like sleepovers!"
Draco looked over at Hermione to see that she mortified. "Well, buddy, how about sometime you can have your own friends over, yeah? That would be even more fun."
"'Mione was my friend first!" Scorpius cried. Draco tried not to chuckle at his son's distress.
"Don't you worry, Scorpius," Hermione said softly, patting the boy's shoulder. "I will always like you more than your father."
Scorpius beamed at Hermione and then stuck his tongue out at his father, "'Mione likes me better, daddy!"
"She'd be crazy not to," Draco muttered.
Scorpius turned very seriously to Hermione, "It's okay if you like my daddy, too. He likes you a lot," Scorpius shrugged and turned back to his toast.
Draco choked, once again, on his coffee and found it terribly hard to catch his breath afterwards. Hermione was looking at him wide-eyed, but he found that he was unable to face her. Quickly, he turned to the kitchen to dispose of his mug.
He did like Hermione; it just seemed far too soon to be telling her. He didn't even know how she felt about him. He knew that she must like him a little. Merlin, Scorpius was getting too smart for his own good.
"Draco," Hermione said softly from behind him. He braced himself against the courter, not wanting to look her in the eye. "I – uh – are you okay?"
Nodding his head, he turned to say, "Yes."
Hermione fiddled with her hands nervously, "I mean it's not a big deal, is it? I assumed that you liked a bit. We have kind of been seeing each other." She let out a shaky laugh, "It's not like he said you loved me."
Draco froze. She had meant it as a joke, Draco knew, but it was still shocking.
"Uh – um – yeah," Draco stammered. He rubbed his hand over the back of his neck. "Should we – ah – should we discuss what we are doing?"
Hermione's forehead pulled together, "I'm not sure I follow." She took a few steps closer to him.
"I so fucking confused, Granger," Draco whispered harshly. Hermione took out her wand and waved a silencing charm.
"Just so Scorpius doesn't hear," she offered.
He had to admit, he loved how she thought of Scorpius first. If Draco was to have a relationship with someone, it would have to be with someone who thought of Scorpius. Hermione was perfect in that regard.
"I have no idea where we stand! Yeah, we sleep together and yeah, I like you. What are we, Hermione?" He cried, throwing his hands out. "I don't think I can just fool around anymore!"
"I was operating under the assumption that you knew what we were," she said quietly. She continued more softly, "I was never just 'fooling' around. I thought that we were going to see if things worked themselves out."
Draco's heart thumped against his chest. "So, what are we now?"
Hermione took a deep breath and dropped her head. "It's really up to you."
Draco sighed and stepped closer to her. "I don't want to see anyone else."
A small smile formed on her lips. She looked up at him through her lashes. "I don't want to see anyone else either," Hermione murmured.
His heart soared. It felt like it would break free of the confines of his chest. It pushed and swelled till it consumed his entire being.
Draco kissed her forehead lightly. "It's decided then," he muttered, moving to kiss her on the lips.
"What?" she whispered.
And against her lips, he answered roughly, "You're mine."