Somehow, after nine hours of sleeping, they had barely moved from their original positions. Their arms were still around each other, only now Hermione's head was leaned towards Draco's chest, and his chin was almost touching her forehead.
Slowly, her eyes fluttered open and she was staring into Draco's shirt. She was thankful that he had left it on so that she wasn't staring straight into his naked chest. It was just a plain grey tank top, but she found herself staring intently at the threading because it gave her an excuse to stay unmoving in the warmth of his arms.
His breathing was steady and quiet, allowing Hermione to stay perfectly still for several minutes.
Suddenly, he inhaled deeply, swelling his chest to almost twice the size. It startled her, and she looked up where his eyes met hers.
"Good morning, lovely," he said, groggily.
"Mhm," was all she said, and she buried her face in his chest.
He held her closer, his grip tightening around her.
"As much as I would love to stay like this, I'm getting hungry," said Draco, breaking the silence.
She laughed and looked him in the eye. "Go make something then."
Much to her surprise, he stood up and walked downstairs. She wondered if he had any intentions of cooking, or if he was just going to order something. But since she was tired and too lazy to find out, she stayed in bed for a bit, stretching out her body so that it made a star-like shape that covered the majority of the mattress.
She decided she wanted to stay like that all day, but the crackling and sizzling noise coming from downstairs made her curious, and its intoxicating smell drove her from "hungry" to "starving". Sleepily and lazily, she walked down the stairs to find out what he could be doing.
She stopped at the entrance of the kitchen and widened her eyes. There, in front of the stove with a turner in hand, stood Draco holding the handle of a pan with an egg being fried in olive oil. He had set two plates on the counter beside him, and at the table were two glasses already filled half-way with orange juice.
He slid one egg onto one plate, and the other egg onto the other. Then he turned the stove off, wiped his hands on a towel that he then threw over his shoulder, and was walking over to the table with both plates in either hand.
He smiled as he saw her standing there. When he set both plates on the table beside Hermione, he went back to the kitchen to grab utensils. "Didn't think I could cook, did you?" he asked, making her close her mouth that she only realized now was open in shock.
"I just thought- I mean, with all the house elves, it seemed-" she stuttered.
"That's what everyone assumes," he replied, cutting her off, while at the same time making Hermione feel ashamed for assuming one's talents.
"Well I'm sure they're great," she said as he walked back to the table with two knives and two forks.
"They are," he said with a smile.
Just as they both sat down, the house phone rang. Hermione stood up to get it while Draco started on his eggs.
"Hello?" she asked into the receiver.
"Good morning Hermione," responded Lewis' perky voice.
"Oh, Lewis, good morning. How are you?"
"Great, actually. Well, not so great. I'm sort of at a meeting right now and it requires a certain someone."
"A meeting at ten in the morning? What for? And did you mean me?"
He chuckled through the phone. "No, I wasn't talking about you. I meant Draco. We scheduled a very last-minute meeting involving some company expansions, and Draco has some of the paper work we need. I tried calling him but no answer."
"So then why are you calling me?"
"I was just wondering if you knew where he might be. Everyone else I called was just as clueless as I am."
She hesitantly looked over at Draco. He was staring at her while he was chewing his food. What would Lewis say if she told him that the man he wanted to see was at his house at ten in the morning? He might think that they were together, and even though they sort of were, she was worried what he might think of it.
But at the same time, Lewis hadn't made any advances toward her. He had always been very polite, but in a friendly manner, and it didn't seem like he was expecting anything anyway.
"Yeah, I do actually. One moment," she said to Lewis. Then, to Draco she said, "The phone's for you."
He swallowed his food, then cleared his throat. "Me?"
She nodded and handed him the phone.
He took it with a shocked look on his face and said, "Hello?" into the phone. She stepped away to give him some privacy and decided to start on her eggs.
Even though Lewis hadn't made it clear that he wanted anything more than a friendship, it still bothered her that he might be suspicious as to what Draco was doing there so early on a Saturday morning.
When Draco was done, he hung up the phone and turned to Hermione. "Apparently I'm needed," he said.
"Oh," was a she could manage. She watched as he brought his plate to the sink and walked over to the front door. While he slipped his shoes on, she was leaning against the front door with her arms crossed.
He stood up, and when he turned to the door, he laughed when he saw her there. "I know you don't want me to leave, but I promise I'll come back," and winked.
When he left, she finished eating his surprisingly delicious eggs, then cleared up the table. When all that was finished, she went back upstairs to the bed she had spent the night in with Draco.
On Monday, she was back at work in her cubicle. She was blankly emailing some clients when she got a phone call from her office phone asking her to go down to the main lobby. When she got down there, she was surprised to see Harry standing there making small talk with the receptionist.
"Harry?" she asked unsurely.
"Mione! Good to see you," he replied. He walked over to hug her and she returned the embrace.
"It's good to see you, too," she said, releasing him. "But why are you here?"
"I got the day off, and I was thinking we could have lunch together, like old times. Ginny's working right now, so it'll just be the two of us. Unless you had someone else in mind."
This would be the perfect time to tell Harry about her budding romance with Draco. She couldn't have a relationship without telling her best friends. Even though they had had their differences in the past, Hermione herself also had her disputes with Draco. But he has changed now, and so have they, so what harm could be done?
She turned to the receptionist at the front desk and was about to ask her to page down Draco when she saw two blond-headed figures walking towards the elevators. She turned her head to the right, just in time to see the very man she wanted to see walk Cecelia into the elevator. As the door was closing, she held her gaze to his face, who turned to see Hermione's upset eyes seconds before the doors shut and separated them.
Stricken, she slowly turned back to the receptionist and said, "Never mind."
She walked over to Harry, who held out his arm and escorted her out the front door.
Outside, they went walking around the block catching up on what they had missed in the last few weeks. Small things, but they both seemed to be having fun together. She planned on saving her big news about Draco for the right time.
"I've never been in this area before. Where's a good place to eat?" Harry asked.
"That depends on what you feel like eating," she replied.
"I'm feeling a sandwich. Maybe a coffee?"
She grinned. "I know the perfect place."