Disclaimer- I have yet to sign the copyright handover documentation but my lawyer informs me it shall be soon so this all however still belongs to J.K Rowling.
Winter FunHermoine sat in the common room, reading one of her muggle books. It was midday Sunday and the sun streamed over her shoulder lighting her page. Draco sat across from her, reading one of his books.
"You didn't have one of those dreams last night did you?" He asked eyes not moving from the page. Hermoine looked up.
"No I didn't. How did you know?" she asked looking back to her page.
"I couldn't hear you crying." Hermoine blushed. It had been two days since Hermoine had said to Draco to leave her alone. He had refused to leave her on Saturday. She had spent the day in the common room, reading like she was now. Draco had joined her quietly. He had made dinner, not letting her leave his site until she ate something. She had eaten a fair bit, having her appetite back. They had shared a polite conversation through dinner, which ended up a peaceful talking session by the fire late into the night.
"I'm sorry."
"No need to apologize, it was nice to know you were sleeping properly. Get rid of those hideous bags." He said smiling. Hermoine tossed a pillow at him. "Aye," He said shielding himself. "You hungry?" Hermoine nodded enthusiastically.
"What are we having master chef?" she said smiling. Her spirits brightened slightly.
"Well who is a happy chappie today?" he said poking into Hermoine's side. She laughed loudly. Draco sighed. Hermoine stopped, confusion written all over her brow.
"What's wrong?" she asked. Draco smiled warmly.
"Nothing. I just haven't heard you laugh in while, I forgot how nice it is." He looked into her eyes and grinned. Draco reached up and gently touched Hermoine's cheek. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply.
"You smell like vanilla." Hermoine whispered.
"And you smell like honey." Draco whispered back before moving away. Hermoine's eyes snapped open. Draco stood in their tiny little kitchen, he had conjured it up yesterday. There was a small amount of bench space and a massive fridge. It was a magical fridge. What ever you want, all you have to do it think about it and it appears.
"What would you like to day?" he asked softly from across the room. Hermoine got up and walked to him.
"Can I really trust you to get it right this time?" she said accusingly.
"It's not my fault, I thought about apple crumble I promise, I didn't know it was apricot." Draco said giving his best puppy dog eyes.
"Hmmm I don't know." She said looking skeptical.
"You can trust me."
"Can I? You are a Malfoy."
"Yes, that is true but it is only a name."
"So is Voldemort. Doesn't mean I can trust him."
"No, it doesn't but you know me better. Come on Hermoine, trust me this time, please"
"I would like a Greek salad and shortbread with a glass of warm milk please Draco." Draco nodded and stood still for a second before opening the fridge. On one shelf, Hermoine's lunch stood and on the shelf below were a piece of pumpkin pie, shortbread and a glass of milk.
"You copycat."
"It was a good idea, we will have to heat the milk, you want to put the salad and pie on the table and I'll heat the milk." Hermoine took the pie and salad plates. Draco flicked his wand over the two glasses and steam immediate came from the liquid.
"Can we share? That pumpkin pie looks really good." Hermoine said licking her lips.
"It is, I asked for the pumpkin pie my mother makes."
"Your mother cooks?"
"When father isn't home she cooks, she also makes the best chocolate cake." Draco said bringing over the milk to the coffee table. Hermoine sat with her legs underneath the table. Draco sat down beside her.
"We can share, if you wish but you can eat the olives. I hate olives."
"Fine by me," Hermoine said popping a black olive into her mouth. They both sat silently for a while enjoying their meals, eating off each other's plate. Draco was first to speak.
"Do you want to go for a walk, after we finish eating. Some sun might do you good"
"It's freezing outside."
"Yer but the sun's out, we can be quick and it snowed last night and I want to make a snowman."
"You make snowmen?"
"I may be 17 but I'm still a little boy at heart." Draco said chuckling. Hermoine started giggling.
"Ok, Ok, let me get my coat." Hermoine scoffed the last bit of shortbread and ran up the stairs. Hermoine ran into her room and straight into her walk in robe, pulling out her white winter jacket, with fur lined hood. She searched through her drawers, for her white gloves and red scarf. Having found them and put them on, she now stood in front of her mirror. She wore a three quarter sleeve red top, a big white winter jacket with a hood, a red scarf, white gloves, jeans and white sneakers. Her hair was still frizzy, her bags still present but less and her cheeks a little pinker. Hermoine swished her wand over herself, casting an anti-wetness spell, so her clothing would stay dry. She muttered a few more spells, making her hair straight again and pulled into a neat ponytail. Hermoine grabbed a white clip from the top of her chest of drawers using it to pull back her fringe. Her bags under her eyes had disappeared and she wore the smallest amount of make up. Hermoine sighed, she was looking more like herself.
"You ready to go?" Draco asked quietly from behind her. Hermoine spun around startled. Draco wore the same outfit similar to Hermoine, except a black jacket and gloves and a green scarf.
"Yes," Hermoine said walking towards and past Draco, heading down the stairs.
"What is with you always leaving me behind?" Draco asked. Hermoine laughed softly. "I am glad to see your back to your beautiful radiant self Hermoine." He purred into her ear.
"I just needed a distraction."
"So that's what I am." Draco said smiling.
"Yes that's partly what you are, you're also my friend I like spending time with."
"Well, I'll take that answer." Draco grinned widely.
"Good, because that's the best one you're getting." Hermoine laughed loudly.
They walked silently down the stairs to the Great Hall, quiet chatter coming from the four long tables. Mostly younger students not allowed too visit Hogsmeade. The doors were open wide letting in the winter sun.
"See that tree over there by the lake?" asked Hermoine. Draco smiled knowing what she was going to stay, not falling for it this time.
"Yes." He said slowly, getting himself ready to shot off if needed.
"Do you want to build a snowman over there?" Hermoine said smiling, Draco relaxed slightly nodding.
"Seems like a good place."
"Cool, I'll see you over there then." She said smiling. Draco stared at her for a second, confused. Hermoine bolted towards the tree, snow flicking up from behind her. Draco sprinted behind her, he caught up to her, grabbing her waist and bringing her to ground.
"I'm not falling for that again Miss Granger." Draco said he jumped up again to make for the tree. Hermoine laughed happily.
"Not so fast, Mister Malfoy." Hermoine lunged forward, grabbing Draco's ankle. Draco fell face first into the snow. Hermoine leapt up, running wide of Draco, heading straight for the tree.
Hermoine collapsed against the tree, panting heavily but laughing. Draco dragged his feet through the snow, pouting slightly. He sat down beside Hermoine with a flop.
"There, there little one. You can be beat occasionally." Hermoine said laughing, Draco tickled her, causing her to go into hysterics.
"I'm not little thank you. In more ways than one, I'll have you know." He smirked. Hermoine became serious, coking one eyebrow.
"Prove it!" She said standing up, hands on hips. Draco stood too, towering over Hermoine.
"See, I'm not little." Looking down at her.
"That's not what I meant and you know it." Draco laughed heartily.
"I know but the only reason I would ever show you that, would involve a lot less clothes and a closer proximity." Draco leant forward. "However, I respect you and will not force you into any situation you are not comfortable in." Hermoine scoffed loudly. Draco raised his hand and moved back. "Let me finish, any situation you're not comfortable in again." Hermoine stepped forward, draping her arms around his neck.
"Can I make you uncomfortable?" She smirked, kissing his jaw. Draco unconsciously wrapped his arms around her waist.
"Nothing you could do, could make me uncomfortable." Draco whispered into Hermoine's ear before kissing one of her blushing cheeks. Hermoine let go of him immediately, wary of the dangerous ground she was treading. She just couldn't help herself he was just too good damn looking.
"Let's make this snowman." Hermoine ran off before Draco could say anything else. "I think right here." She said jumping on the spot, smiling and giggling
"Ok, ok. Calm down we will make it there." Draco turned around to collect snow from behind him. He rose slowly, a mass of snow in his arms. Before he could turn around, a snowball came flying towards him, hitting him square in the back of the head. Draco dropped all the snow in his arms in shock. He twisted around fast. Hermoine stood there looking innocent, hands behind her back.
"I thought we were making a snowman." He said
"I got distracted." She replied, smiling sweetly. Her arm flung out from behind her back sending another snowball in Draco's direction.
"Oh your dead now, Little Miss." Hermoine chuckled
"Little Miss?" she asked.
"Yer? What about it?" Draco asked crouched down making a snowball.
"I think it is cute." Hermoine said shyly.
"Good because that's what I plan to call you that from now on." Draco said sending a snowball in her direction. Hermoine ducked, the snowball narrowly missing her head.
"Have to do better than that." She said throwing one back at him. Draco moved towards the right, missing his left shoulder. Hermoine ran for the tree as another snowball shot past her. Draco hid behind a large boulder. "It's war now, Draco." Hermoine screamed, leaning out from the tree, causing her to cop a large snowball in the shoulder.
"And I'm winning!" Draco yelled back.
Snowballs flew across the 'battlefield', most missing the other, some hitting causing laughter to escape the victim.
"Dead yet Little Miss?" Draco said panting.
"You wish." Hermoine shouted back as she leant against the tree, she slid down it, catching her breath.
"We could call it a tie?" Draco said as he snuck up on her.
"Never!" She bellowed. Draco stood behind her watching her breath heavily, chest heaving. He tossed a snowball in his hand.
"I guess it continues then!' he whispered as he leant down and pushed a snowball into her face. Hermoine coughed and spluttered, pushing herself off the ground.
"You sneaky bugger." Hermoine said pushing a snowball into Draco's face. It was his turn to cough and splutter now. Hermoine shoved Draco back causing him to fall. As he realized what was happening he reached out pulled Hermoine down with him. She screamed before they landed with a thump on the soft snow. "Did you have to pull me down with you?"
"You pushed me. Why shouldn't you fall too?" Draco asked. Hermoine hoisted herself up, planting her hands next to Draco's head. Her face flustered. Draco couldn't help but smirk. Her chocolate coloured eyes locked onto his grey blue ones.
"Draco…" Hermoine whispered. Draco put his finger to her lips.
"Shhh, it's ok. Just don't say anything that could ruin this fun afternoon." Hermoine smiled and nodded.
"It was just what I needed." Draco smiled.
"You really do look pretty all flustered like that you know."
"You really are a charmer you know." Hermoine laughed but Draco stayed silent. Hermoine gave him a confused look. "What's wrong?"
"As much I as love you being on top of me. I can't breath."
"Oh, I'm so sorry." Hermoine said quickly before getting off Draco. He stood up, straightening his jacket. Hermoine stood away from Draco, back turned.
"Hermoine." She turned to face him, smiling. Draco relaxed.
"Yes?" she asked backing away from him.
"Why are walking away?"
"Can you catch Mister Malfoy?" Draco looked at her curiously.
"Depends, what you are talking about?" Hermoine smiled slyly, before bolting towards him. Draco smiled as Hermoine jumped into his arms, wrapping her legs around him. She leant her forehead against his.
"This reminds of some other time." Draco commented quietly.
"It needs this.' Hermoine said, smiling wickedly. She leant her head down gently kissing Draco. Hermoine pulled away slightly running her tongue along Draco's bottom lip, she nibbled as well.
"Do you enjoying teasing me, Little Miss?" Hermoine giggled.
"Of course I do." Draco pulled her head towards his.
"Don't tease me, Little Miss or you'll get a taste of your own medicine." He said huskily. Hermoine joined her lips with his in a passionate kiss. His hands immediately grabbed her ass, as she ran her hands through his hair.
"Hermoine!" Someone shrieked from behind them.