Hermione woke up with a crick in her neck, and remembered why she had fallen asleep so early in the afternoon. The only pleasant part about it was that she was lying with Draco beside her. He awoke under the power of her gaze, and they both sat up, yawning and stretching.

'Snape loved her. I never knew,' Hermione said. 'But he and your mother are together now. And they look happy. Well, Snape being happy is something foreign to me, but it's still sweet.'

'Maybe we can help them get together quicker when we get back,' Draco suggested.

When we go back... The words echoed in Hermione's mind.

'Draco, -' Hermione's near confession that she thought she was in love with him was arrested by Aria leaping onto the couch.

Draco grunted when Aria landed on him, her knees slamming into his stomach.

'Hello, sweetheart,' he said, rearranging her on his lap.

'You and Mummy were sleeping, weren't you, Daddy?' Aria asked, throwing her small arms around his neck.

'Yes...' Draco answered, unsure of where this conversation was headed.

'Why?'

'Because we were tired,' Hermione said simply.

'Oh,' Aria said, disappointed it wasn't more interesting.

Draco sighed in relief.

'When's dinner?' Aria demanded to know.

Hermione looked at the clock. It was already seven.

'How about right now?' she suggested. She wanted to get Aria fed and tucked in so that she herself could go back to sleep.

'Thank you, Mummy,' the little girl said, leaning over to kiss Hermione's cheek. 'Carry me, Daddy?' she asked sweetly to Draco.

'Sure, poppet,' he said, getting up and adjusting her grip around his neck. 'My lady,' he said to Hermione, waiting for her.

After dinner, and tucking Aria into bed, Hermione and Draco retired to their bedroom. After the previous day's snog, the air almost crackled with sexual tension as Hermione changed in the closet. When the door was opened, Draco was already changed, or rather; he had just stripped down to boxers, and had gotten into bed. Hermione felt her face flush, and her skin grow hotter just by looking at him. And from the way his eyes traveled over her body as she slipped underneath the covers, he felt the same way.

'Goodnight,' she whispered.

'Goodnight,' he returned softly.

They both knew that it would be far too dangerous to kiss goodnight while they were in bed. They weren't ready for certain things quite yet, as those three little words had yet to have been exchanged (and neither of them would have the piece of mind to lock the door against small children).

The next morning, Hermione awoke before Draco did. She rolled over and watched him sleeping. His blond hair was tousled and fell into his face. Hermione reached out and pushed it tenderly out of his eyes. Then she trailed her index finger down his throat and let her hand come to rest on his chest. Then she kissed him softly on his jaw, cheek, and finally his mouth. Hermione's teasing lips his made it impossible for him to stay asleep, so Draco woke up and reciprocated her advances.

'Good morning, Beautiful,' he said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

'Good morning, yourself,' Hermione smiled back. 'You'd better get up and dressed. Isn't today the day of that Quidditch match?'

Draco pouted. 'Can't I just stay here with you?' he grumbled, sitting up so that he could kiss her properly.

Hermione drew away. 'No, you told Harry you'd go. And, look on the bright side. You get to find out the outcome of a match that won't happen for years.'

Draco grinned at that. 'And so I will,' he said cheerfully. 'What a laugh it will be when I see it in true time. I can make a bet with Harry on the outcome and win!'

Hermione slid out of bed, and crossed to the closet. She closed her eyes and walked to her line of robes. She stuck out her hand, and it landed on a set of robes much like McGonagall's. She smiled. Harry might have a conniption if she wore that much green.

But then, he can't complain, as I've probably worn these before, and McGonagall has ones almost identical to these, and he has never said a word.

Hermione dressed quickly and went back into the bedroom. Draco hurried past her into the closet so that he would actually make it in there. Hermione Disapparated with a soft pop down to the kitchen.