"Ow!"

"Hold still."

"That hurts!"

"It wouldn't if you'd quit moving."

Hermione growled, her fingers inching closer to her wand.

"No."

"I wasn't going to-"

"Yes, you were."

She crossed her arms, stewing over the predicament she found herself in.

"I don't know how I let you talk me into this," she grumbled.

Long fingers trailed through her curls again, tugging and pulling the knots into something of a braid.

"You enjoy it."

She sighed at the smugness lacing his voice.

In truth, it did not hurt as much as she let on, but she was irritated for being interrupted. His argument about overworking was irrelevant and no, her hair did not resemble a rat's nest, thank you very much.

Another sharp tug.

"Remind me again how you know how to braid."

She could practically feel the smile on his lips, the twinkle in his eye as he recalled something she did not. It had become a bit of a game to them.

"You taught me."

Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Obviously. My question was 'why'?"

"Then you should have asked."

She pursed her lips, biting back a particularly harsh comeback.

"Okay. Fine. Why did I teach Draco Malfoy, biggest git in all of Wizarding Britain, how to braid hair?"

"Just Britain, hmm? I must be doing something right."

He leaned down as he spoke, sneaking a light kiss on her exposed neck.

A gasp escaped her lips. She whipped around, eyes wide at his slight intrusion. If she could even call it that - they hadn't set many boundaries, not really.

The gleam in his eyes dared her to say something, anything, to rebuke what he did.

Sneaky Slytherin.

The words floated through her head. She heard them before, she knew, but now...

Hermione flipped through another book, scanning it for anything helpful. McGonagall was really on her case about finishing this text before the next school term.As she turned the page, wisteria blossomed from the binding, each letter forming purple petals before cascading like a long bookmark.Hermione picked up the stem, bringing the soft flower to her cheek and inhaling its scent."Sneaky Slytherin."She turned around to find Draco standing there, a playful smirk on his lips."You wouldn't like me if I weren't."She arched an eyebrow, placing the book down on her desk behind her."Is that so?"He moved to close the distance between them, wrapping her in his arms and tilting his head to rest his forehead against hers."Mm-hmm.""Draco."She squirmed to get away, glancing towards the door to be sure none of her coworkers had seen.A frown pulled at his lips. He dropped his arms and took a step back."Still afraid to be seen with me?""Of course not."She took a step but he moved away, his arms crossing over his chest.Guilt pooled into her stomach."Draco-""Forget it...I'll see you later."He turned back towards the door.Before she could rationalize it, she pulled at his shoulder, turning him about easily. She balled her fist into his shirt."Hey!"She pulled him in, pressing her mouth to his. He froze.She wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers playing with the nape of his neck.His frozen demeanor melted. He moaned against her lips, the sound vibrating through her.His hands found her hips, wrapping around to the small of her back. She leaned into his chest, her grip relaxing."Good to see the two of you getting along."They pulled away, both staring at the door, still entwined in each other's arms, to see Harry leaning against the door jam.

Hermione blinked, momentarily surprised to find herself sitting on the floor, a pair of feet on either side of her legs.

"Are you back with me now?"

She turned around, her hair no longer in his grip.

Draco smiled, one side of his lip tilting up. He cocked an eyebrow in question.

New emotions flooded her, overwhelming her thoughts and swirling around until she could not distinguish one from the other. She stared at her husband, dumbfounded.

He leaned forward, resting his forearms on his knees, his smile slipping as he searched her face.

"Hermione? Are you with me?"

He raised his hand to reach out for her, hesitation stopping him midair.

She raised her own to meet his, pulling his hand slowly towards her face to press a soft kiss into his wrist.

"I'm here."

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Hey, guys! I know my updates are far and few between and I am truely sorry for that! All I can say is life is busy! I wanted to give ya'll a bit of fluff while I work through the deeper plot. I hope ya'll enjoy!

Also, if you don't know what wisteria is, its a vine with bunches of light purple flowers that hang off of trees and powerpoles - pretty much anything they can grip to. They bloom here every spring. I love them.

Author's Note:

Disclaimer: I do not own anything from the Harry Potter series. Those rights belong to JK Rowling. I am only borrowing her beautiful creations