Draco stumbled around the room, still half asleep as he searched for his clothes. He was late.
"Granger," he called out as he stuffed one foot through his pantleg, hopping towards the kitchen, "Have you seen my—"
He froze. Sitting on her kitchen counter, wearing nothing but his expensive, white shirt, a cup of coffee in her hands, was a very delicious looking Hermione Granger.
"You don't mind do you?" she asked innocently, hiding her smile behind the rim of her coffee cup.
Draco smirked, going to stand between her parted thighs. "It looks better on you anyway, love."