Her hand reached out, fingers trailing over the pale strands. Grey eyes smiled down at her.
A ring slipped onto her finger.
"I do so promise..."
A kiss. His soft lips against hers.
Hermione curled into the chair, a soft sigh escaping her lips. She rolled over, squirming slightly as a pull tugged at her navel. She quickly settled as arms wrapped around her, catching her as she fell into his lap.
Draco Malfoy stared at his wife, bewildered. He blinked a few times before deciding not to look a gifted Hippogriff in the mouth. He laid his head on top of her's, savoring the feel of her in his arms again. She snuggled closer, her hand gripping his shirt. He chuckled.
Thinking it was best not to allow her to wake up like this, he stood, carefully shifting her weight to get a better hold, and walked out of the study, leaving his research behind.
Draco laid his wife in their bed and grabbed the spare blanket off the foot of the bed. It wasn't the first time he slept on the couch, but this time he could appreciate the reasoning.
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Hermione rubbed her eyes again, willing whatever illusion charm she was under to break. The room was still there when she removed her hands.
Anger and confusion raged within her, the air crackling with the force of it.
"Honestly," she murmured, looking about the room for Draco. There was no sign of him.
"This is getting ridiculous!"
She climbed out of the bed and stomped her way down the hall, ignoring how her hair stood on end or how her socks slipped on the hardwood floors.
"Draco Malfoy!"
A picture of him hanging on the wall eyed her warily, clearly debating whether or not to slip behind the building in the photo. She ignored him.
Ludo Bagman's voice soared through the air as he announced last night's quidditch scores, the sound coming from the kitchen.
The morning sun was blinding as she stepped through the door frame. She glared, blinking her eyes against it before they adjusted.
Draco stood with his back to her, chomping something beside the stove as a pan sizzled.
"Why is it becoming more common for me to wake up here than it is in my own bed at Grimmauld Place?"
His head lifted, the knife pausing. He lifted his wand off the counter and waved it in the general direction of the radio. The noise ceased immediately.
"I think that is a question you need to ask yourself."
He moved the vegetables into the pan and turned to face her, wiping his hands on a hand towel.
"What is that supposed to mean?" She tried not snarl but he was being way too calm and she was too confused to deal with this first thing. Before a bite to eat. Before her first cup of tea.
A Gryffindor mug floated over to her. She grabbed it before it fell into her lap.
Sweet honey and flowers reached her nose. Her shoulders sagged with one whiff. She sipped it, the golden liquid flowing over her tongue. The pounding in her head seemed to ease.
"Better?"
She looked up, pressing her lips together as she glared over his tone.
Smart Ass.
"Don't avoid the question, Malfoy." She growled.
Her shrugged, picking up his own mug. He watched her from over the rim, eyes twinkling as he spoke.
"You appriate in your sleep."
She blanched.
"What? That's not possible."
"It is. And you do."
"There are no studies that show-"
"Have you ever looked?"
She blinked.
"No, not specifically. But I've read plenty of studies-"
"If you didn't know to look, you can't be sure that there aren't any cases. Or you could be the first one. Either way, you're the one coming to me."
He let that sink in, much to Hermione's embarrassment and his obvious enjoyment. She bit her lip, her mind running with the possibilities.
"Okay...say you're right..."
He smirked and raised an eyebrow, clearly challenging her to reword.
"Why would I come here?"
His face flickered. All amusement vanished. His voice became guarded.
"You're going to have to answer that."
He turned his back to her, finishing his cooking and separating it into two plates. As he passed by, he placed hers in front of her on the bar.
"I'll be in the study. Join me when you are finished."
He left her alone to her thoughts.
She wondered when she would quit treating him like the enemy.
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