A/N:

Not me writing my past traumas and insecurities out, nope, nu uh xD

Enjoy tho :3

Summary: Marcus did not expect his life to be a rom com when he had reconnected with acquaintance Golden Girl Hermione Granger. The latest in these escapades: single bed syndrome. But why won't she let him sleep on the couch?

Words: 619

Prompts:

Ministry of Magic Discord Group: Easter Egg Hunt

Polka Dot- (Setting) Hotel

Ministry of Magic Discord Group: April Monthly (The Odds are in Your Favour)

[trope] unrequited love

"Like a Rom Com"

The fact that his acquaintance of two years–post war, of course–had invited him to a wedding wasn't shocking. Marcus and Hermione Granger had reconnected at a coffee shop when she was just leaving and he was arriving. They had done the thing he had only seen in Muggle romantic comedies where her coffee had ended up all over her because of him, which then ended in him paying for her new drink and then chatting with her at a table for over an hour.

No, the shocking bit was that he was asked to be Hermione Granger's Plus One to this wedding.

And he said yes.

Now they were in the hotel room she had booked, with–again he had only seen in rom coms–the reservation getting screwed up leaving the two of them with only one large king sized bed.

Marcus had already offered to take the pullout couch, not wanting to encroach on her space or anything. She had booked their international floo and the hotel, of course. The wedding was of her long time friend–and ex boyfriend, if the papers were to be believed–Viktor Krum, who was getting married to his childhood sweetheart. He actually envied the guy: loving someone so much to want to marry them, not because of obligation or because parents said so.

Marcus couldn't actually see himself finding someone like that. He developed obvious crushes on people, never acted on his feelings, and then cheered them on from the sidelines when they found someone else while nursing his heartbreak. It was obvious that was what was happening between him and Hermione. They hadn't gone a single week since that first incident at the coffee shop without seeing each other, even sometimes getting takeout or going to the movies several times a week after work.

Marcus was half in-love with her already, and had resigned himself to only being a friend.

And he was okay with that, he truly was, because he would rather be just friends with her oblivious to his feelings rather than ruin what they had going on by confessing things and her not reciprocating.

But this one bed thing was messing with his head. She had already nixed his idea of sleeping on the pull-away.

"The bed is large enough for the both of us, see?" She stated before tugging on his sleeve, falling back onto the bed and pulling him down with her. "I trust you."

He froze, and held himself very stiffly, trying not to think of how good she felt against him.

Just friends, just friends, he had to remind himself as his brain tried to reboot. Hermione giggled from beneath him.

"Sorry, your face! You were in such shock, it was like you'd never shared a bed with a woman before," she pointed out. Marcus shifted uncomfortably before getting up and distancing himself from her.

"Sorry, not anybody, actually," he replied solemnly. Her arms encircled his waist and he felt her press her face against the middle of his back.

"Sorry for teasing," Hermione said. "I forget you Slytherins weren't touchy feely down in the dungeons." She gave him a squeeze before letting go. "But seriously, you can use the bed with me. We'll even put the body pillow between us if it makes you that uncomfortable."

In retrospect, he wasn't sure why she had offered that, since as soon as she had fallen asleep on her side of the bed, she had burrowed under the body pillow and cuddled up against him affectionately.

Unwilling to dislodge her and possibly wake her up, Marcus simply relaxed and let it happen.

He would never admit that night was the best sleep he'd have in a long while.