Hermione woke to the unfamiliar sounds of someone in her kitchen. Someone trying to be quiet but not quite succeeding. She heard the refrigerator door and the cupboards opening and closing and she couldn't help the smile that spread across her face. Scorpius was awake and was making himself at home in her kitchen.

She moved to stretch but found she couldn't. Draco was clinging to her. His body was pressed flush against her side, his leg hitched over her hip, his arms wrapped tightly around her torso. His head lay on her chest, his blonde hair a shaggy mess, the warmth of his breath on her skin. They'd not had sex, just simply slept together - in the literal sense of the word - and from the position they were in it would appear that Draco had moved with her while they'd slept. And the way he was clinging to her, it seemed as though he was fearful she would get away.

Her pride had been kicked in the arse; Harry and Ron had been right. She had blamed Draco for his parents and she'd not afforded him any leeway, had not allowed him to prove he wasn't like all the others. She had instantly put her walls up and simply put him in the same company as Oliver without truly knowing him at all

She had been psyching herself up since her conversation with her two friends to talk to him, and if it had not been for Scorpius turning up unexpectedly, she wondered if she would have had the spine to actually call him. She had told Harry and Ron that she like him more than she wanted to admit, and she was still at odds with herself – should she let him in or not? She was terrified that if she did everything would go pear-shaped again, but she wanted to get to know him, his mere presence made her smile.

And when she finally saw him, the grief-stricken look on his face at not knowing where his son was had shattered those walls. She ached to hug him, to comfort him, to tell him she was sorry, and suddenly she remembered Pansy's advice -just go with it - and it all made heart wanted him; it was her stupid brain that was struggling to catch up. Even still, she had been prepared for him to be pissed at her, pissed that Scorpius had run to her when she – in their minds – hadn't wanted to see them. And even though she deserved his anger, he hadn't been angry, not really. But then he hadn't really had the chance to be. Scorpius running away had been stressful enough and she was sure that if given the proper chance, if she had called him, or knocked on his door, harsher words would have been spoken.

But he hadn't raised his voice and yelled at her, hadn't taken his son and left. Instead, he'd stayed. He'd stayed and talked to her. Talked calmly and told her what he wanted, and what he wanted was her. However she wasn't naïve enough to not know that it wasn't as simple as that. Something had definitely shifted between them the previous night, but they still had a long way to go to make this work.

Hermione brushed her fingers through his mess of hair, tracing a line across his brow, his cheek, across his lips; his face twitching slightly as she did so. She suppressed a laugh and repeated the line she had traced, this time he batted her hand away in his sleep, murmuring something she didn't understand and shifting closer to her. She pressed her lips against his hair, closing her eyes and smiling at the feel of his erect cock pressed against her thigh. If it wasn't for the sounds of Scorpius searching through her kitchen, she would have woken him and taken full advantage of him.

She slowly rolled him off her, not wanting to wake him and smiled at the murmur of her name as he settled onto his back, his arm stretching above his head. She sat up and watched him sleep, and it occurred to her again just how stunning he was. His father's voice niggled in the back of her mind – out of your league - but she shoved it away. That man had no business here and he never would.

She leaned down and kissed his chest, and then forced herself to get up. There was a seven year old in her kitchen, and while she was delighted that he was there, she was a little more than concerned as to what he was up to. She crossed quickly to her bathroom and pulled on a pair of sleep shorts and a hoodie - there would be no more naked roaming around in her flat - and pulled her sleep tousled hair quickly into a pony tail, glancing once more at Draco before she made her way out of her bedroom.

He was still, and peaceful, and the stress of his son disappearing having left him allowing his features to be calm and serene. And she once again said a quiet thank you to which ever god was smiling down on her and had sent this man to her.

She padded down the hallway and rounded the corner into her kitchen. With the amount of noise that Scorpius had been making she had expected there to be a mess, but she was pleasantly surprised. Scorpius was sitting quietly on the couch, a book in his lap and a glass of juice on the coffee table. And her kitchen was spotless.

"Good morning Scorpius," she said quietly so as not to startle him.

He looked up, his face breaking into a huge smile, "Good morning Hermione!" He leaped off the couch and engulfed her in a hug.

Hermione leaned down and kissed the top of his head, hugging him back, "Did you sleep well?"

"I did," he said, before adding proudly, "Dad said I couldn't come into your bedroom when we have sleepovers, unless it's an emergency, so I didn't and just stayed out here."

"Thank you for being so considerate," She brushed her hand through his scruffy hair, "Do you feel better today?"

"Much better," He nodded, "Is Dad still sleeping?"

"He is. I think you might have scared him almost to death."She told him.

"Sorry," he said looking suitable chastened.

"That's okay. It was good that you came here, but please promise me if you get mad at him again, you'll talk to him and not just run away?"

"I promise," Scorpius said, climbing onto a bar stool beside the counter, "Are you sure you're not mad at him anymore, because he was really sad when you weren't there?"

"I'm not mad anymore," she pulled up a seat beside him and tilted her head, looking at him thoughtfully, wondering how she should phrase her question. "Scorpius, is it okay with you that I'm your dads girlfriend?" She asked, deciding on using the term he already had.

Scorpius shrugged one shoulder, "Yeah, its okay. Why?"

"Well, it's just that I haven't talked about this with you, and I wanted to check that you're okay with it."

He beamed at her, "I like that you're his girlfriend."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes," he said, "Very sure. He hasn't had a girlfriend in forever."

Hermione smiled at his comment, "Can you promise me something?" Scorpius nodded, "If you get mad at me, you'll tell me?"

"I promise. But I'm sure I won't ever get mad at you." Scorpius assured her.

"Oh, I don't know about that," Hermione said, "I can get pretty cranky sometimes."

"You probably don't get as cranky as Grandpa, so I'm sure it'll be fine," he said matter-of-factly, "Is Dad asleep in your bed?"

Hermione nodded, "Is that a problem?" she asked and then held her breath, wondering where this line of questioning was going.

"No," he said shaking his head but he had a concerned look on his face, "James says grown-ups sleep in the same bed but only when they're married."

"Oh," Hermione dug her teeth into her bottom lip stopping the smirk that threatened to escape, imagining the conversation that had taken place between the two boys, "Well, maybe James said that because Harry and Ginny are married, but sometimes grown-ups sleep in the same bed even if they're not married."

"Yeah, that's what dad said." Scorpius nodded and then added, "And James says that Ginny and Harry sometimes are naked in bed and they cuddle and yell."

Hermione pressed her fist to her mouth, her shoulders shaking with silent laughter, "Um, I'm not-" she began but Scorpius continued.

"And you were naked in Dad's bed."

She felt her face heat up, "You're right. I was naked in your dad's bed, but that was only because I forgot my pyjamas and didn't want to sleep in my clothes." Lame, she told herself and said a silent prayer, pleading that Draco would walk into the kitchen and take over this conversation.

"But dad said he didn't sleep in my bed, he slept with you." He frowned looking puzzled, "Did he cuddle you to keep you warm?"

"Um...uh...He did," Hermione replied wondering how the hell they had gotten to this.

Scorpius' face turned serious, "You should leave some pyjamas at our house. That way you won't have to be naked and cold."

Hermione sighed with relief. His concern was simple, innocent, about her and not if she and Draco were 'cuddling'. She really wasn't equipped to deal with a seven year old on a Sunday morning, and she was certain that anything more than his concern for her welfare was a conversation to be had with his father not her. She leaned over and tapped him on the nose, "That's a great idea. I'll definitely bring some next time." She heard a laugh from the hallway and shot her best what the hell? glare at Draco as he entered the kitchen.

"Imagine my surprise when I woke up this morning and you were gone." Draco said with a look of amusement on his face.

Draco was sure she hadn't noticed, but he barely slept through the night. Instead he had spent most of the night watching her sleep, holding her so she couldn't get away. But when he had woken to an empty bed, his heart had leaped into his throat. He sat up in a panic, searching for her before he heard the murmur of voices down the hallway. He sighed in relief. He knew that she hadn't gone anywhere; this was her flat for Christ sake, but the last twelve hours had put him on edge, even more so than that last week had done.

He'd been pissed as hell at her for two days after the disaster that was dinner with his parents, only holding his anger in check for Scorpius' benefit. He knew he'd been unfair in not making her fully aware of just how horrendous his parents could be (and he had rather enjoyed how uncomfortable she had made them) but that didn't excuse the fact that Hermione had been almost equally as horrendous in her goading of them.

But then a hollow ache settled in his chest and the misery set in. He'd not missed anyone as much since Astoria. He barely knew Hermione, but in the weeks they'd been seeing each other he knew there was something more between them than just a fling. So much more. And then he had gotten pissed at himself for letting her walk out the door, for not stopping her and shagging her senseless and making her forget the unpleasant evening they'd had.

He had reached for his phone countless times, had wanted to call her and tell her to stop being an idiot and not give up on him. But he was terrified that if he did call her after she'd asked for space she'd push him further away. So he'd waited in the hope that she'd call or simply show up, but of course she hadn't. And when her name flashed up on his phone, the panic of his lost son, mingled with the elation and then disappointment of it being Pansy and not her, had been a confusing mess of emotions.

But they were here now, and he intended to do everything in his power to have her let them stay.

Hermione grinned, "Imagine my surprise when I woke up and you were there."

He leaned over a kissed her, and then looked at his son, "Good to see you're still here Scorp."

Scorpius' face flushed red, "I'm sorry that I scared you dad."

Draco frowned at him and Hermione braced herself for the lecture that was sure to come, but instead he wrapped his son in a headlock and scruffed his hair, "Just don't do it again."

Hermione smiled. The simple act of Draco being a dad, of simply adoring his son, pulled at her heart. He should have been as mad as hell at him for running away; should have been mad at her for the way she had treated him. But he didn't appear to mad at either of them – at least outwardly anyway.

"That's what Hermione said." Scorpius said squirming to get away from Draco.

"Is that right?" Draco said glancing up at her, "Well, she's correct. Running away never solves any problems." he gave her a pointed look.

Yeah, Hermione thought, their conversation from last night wasn't near to being over. She was sure there was no ill will, but clearly he hadn't said everything he needed to.

"What are you two chatting about?" He shot her a smug grin and she rolled her eyes knowing full well that he heard the end of their conversation.

"Well, Scorpius was just telling me how Ginny and Harry go to bed naked and yell loudly in their sleep." Hermione told him and Scorpius frowned.

"James said it, not me." He corrected her.

"You might have to speak to Ginny about that," Draco said, "She might be having nightmares."

Hermione smirked at him and walked over to the cupboard in search of something for breakfast, "Believe me, I will definitely be talking to her about it."

"Let me know what she tells you," Draco winked at her.

She nodded , "Oh, I will," she said and placed bowls and spoons out for them and asked Scorpius to grab the milk from the fridge.

Scorpius handed her the milk and frowned, "When I have a nightmare Dad hugs me. Maybe that's what Harry did to Ginny."

Draco made a choking sound, and Hermione dug her teeth into her bottom lip, "Um, that's probably it." Draco said sitting next to his son.

Hermione smiled at the picture of domesticity in front of her. The topic of conversation may have been unexpected – comical really and she couldn't wait to see the look on Ginny's face when she told her what James and Scorpius had been discussing, no matter how innocently - but the ease at with which the Malfoy boys had situated themselves into her kitchen, and into her life if she was honest, was a welcome surprise. And again she found herself picturing them both as a permanent feature in her home.

The conversation shifted to Christmas and how Scorpius and Draco were going to decorate their flat the next weekend and Hermione could help if she wanted to. Hermione told Scorpius she'd be delighted to help, but only if he helped her with her flat.

"And you could have Christmas with us!" Scorpius exclaimed excitedly, "It's always just me and Dad."

"Oh, um," Hermione began and watched as both their faces changed. Draco managed to hide his disappointment at her pending answer, but only just, whereas Scorpius' shoulders slumped and his smile quickly turned into a dismayed pout.

She leaned forward on her elbows, "It's not that I don't want to spend Christmas with you, of course I do, but we have a tradition where we all have Christmas here. Ginny, Harry and James, and Pansy and Theo, and me. So maybe you could both join us instead."

Draco looked at Scorpius, "What do you think?"

Scorpius tapped is finger against hips pursed lips in a mock display of thought. The smile that kept twitching at his lips let Hermione know that he'd already made up his mind and was more than excited at the prospect of spending Christmas at her flat with the others.

"I guess that'd be okay." He said.

"You guess?" she asked narrowing her eyes at him, "You don't sound too sure. If you don't want too…."

"No!" he yelped, "I want to. I really do."

"Perfect," she said and winked at him.

She reached for her coffee mug, and Draco looked up at her, catching her smile. He circled her wrist with his hand, lifting her hand to his lips and kissing her fingers. They were good. Not great, there was more conversation to be had, but right in that moment, they were good.

"Are you alright?" Draco asked quietly when Scorpius had situated himself in front of the television; laying flat on his belly, his chin resting on his palms and his knees bent, causing his feet to swing gently in the air.

Hermione had been hovering around him all morning, something that hadn't gone unnoticed by Draco. He wasn't even sure if she was aware of what she was doing, but he had to tamp down the smile that her concern for his son had caused.

"I'm fine," she told him, sliding a mug of steaming coffee towards him, "Why?"

He stepped closer to her gently running his hand along her spine and she felt goose bumps spread across her skin. He nodded towards his son, "You've been no more than two steps away from him all morning. Maybe I'm not the only one he scared the crap out of."

"I don't know how you've been so calm about this," she said looking towards Scorpius, "I'm surprised that you slept with me and not right beside him."

Draco glanced at Scorpius, smiling at the sight of him, "Calm might not be the right word. I think he took ten years off my life."

"You're hiding it very well."

"Maybe, but I just figure that being mad at him for something that wasn't his fault isn't at all fair."

She turned her own coffee mug in circles on the counter, lowering her eyes, "Sorry," she said.

"Hey," he answered, smiling warmly, "That wasn't a shot at you." He reached his hand out to rub circles on the small of her back, "I still have to discuss this with him, but I don't want to be angry when I do."

Hermione took a deep breath and her shoulders slumped as she exhaled, "I know, but he came here, Draco. And the ten years he took off your life, you can double it for me."

He eyed her curiously, "Why's that?"

The split second of suffocating fear that something had happened to Draco had hit Hermione like wall. And Scorpius' reluctance to say anything when had had first arrived in the shop had her heart almost stopping.

Hermione shrugged her shoulder and crossed her arms over her midsection, giving him an embarrassed smile, "It was terrifying to see him there alone, and looking so lost. I straight away assumed that something had happened to you."

He grinned at her but his eyes were honest when he told her, "I glad he came here. He obviously feels safe with you." Her eyes dropped down, but he lifted her chin forcing her to look up at him, "And I would have felt the same way if the roles were reversed." And then he leaned over, and pressed his mouth against hers. A kiss that started out chaste turned slowly into something deeper; his hands slipped to her face, his mouth opened-

"Stop kissing!" Scorpius called from his position in front of the television.

Hermione dropped her head to Draco's shoulder and laughed, "Why?" Draco asked and she could hear the smirk in his voice.

"Because it's gross." Scorpius said over his shoulder.

"You said I should be kissing her." Draco pointed out.

"Du-uh, Not when I'm around."

"Well, get used to it," Draco told him and gave Hermione one more loud, smacking kiss and earning an eeewww from his son.

Draco's phone rang disrupting their laughter. He picked it and frowned, pressing accept and holding it to his ear, "Harry, hi," he said, "Ah, crap! Sorry, we're at Hermione's...yeah, kind of. Scorp did a disappearing act-...No, he's fine...I'll check." He lowered the phone, "Scorp, did you still want to meet with James and Harry?"

Scorpius jumped up, his face crestfallen, "Oh no! We forgot."

"We'll be there in ten," Draco told Harry before laughing and pressing end. He looked at Hermione, "Ah, shit. Sorry. We promised the boys-"

"It's fine Draco," she said, "I have some groveling to do this morning anyway." He frowned, "Ginny and Pansy. I was kind of a bitch to them this past week. Actually I was kind of a bitch to anyone who crossed my path."

"Well then, I'm glad I was out of your way."

She laughed, "Go. Be boys."

He kissed her and Scorpius wrapped his arms around her waist, hugging her tightly, "We'll be back later, okay?"

She nodded, "And I'll be waiting. Now go get muddy."

He grinned at her and dragged Draco away.

Hermione smiled as she stepped inside the shop. Pansy and Ginny were working like the well oiled team they were. She felt the sudden guilt grip her stomach. Her friends hadn't deserved the roller coaster of emotions that had been her life this past week.

Harry had been right. They had been patient with her; had let her ride the full spectrum of emotion, allowing her to use them as figurative punching bags and not pulling her up on it. She'd put them through enough over the last few years, and they'd never missed a beat when it came to being there for her. And here she was again, piling her shit on them and they were taking her crap and looking after her shop in the process.

"So, the Malfoy boys are back?" Pansy noted as Hermione approached the front counter, "Does that mean the bitch is gone?"

"Sorry," Hermione said weakly, sure that both Pansy and Ginny would have been equally surprised by the boys coming down the stairs that morning as they were now at her cautiously approaching them.

Ginny looked at her with an expression that said there was no way she was getting out of this with just a simple sorry.

"I know, I know," Hermione said, leaning her hip on the counter and looking guilty. "I was a complete bitch and neither of you deserved my crap. I am sorry though. Really, truly sorry."

They shared a looked and turned to her, "I'm not sure why you think you can't talk to us," Ginny said, "We've been through enough with you for you to know that."

Hermione shrugged, "I know. It's just that this felt different."

"Different how?" Pansy asked.

"When Draco and Scorpius stayed over last night, it all just felt familiar and right and I think that's what's been scaring the shit out of me. Having them both fit so easily into my life and the possibility of having to go through all the same shit again?" she shook her head, "I know it's stupid, but I like this guy, and the thought is always there that it won't end well. And when dinner went so horribly wrong, it was all I could see." She smiled wearily at them both, "And I should never have taken it out on you."

Ginny was smiling at her, "You like this guy?"

Hermione made a humming sound and nodded her head, "I do. I guess it was just hard to admit to myself, but yes, I like this guy."

"And Draco?" Ginny asked, "How does he feel?"

"The same, I think."

"You think?" Pansy asked.

"Actually," she started, and both her friends were looking at her, waiting. Hermione traced her finger along the pattern in the counter top, thinking about what Draco had said; I want this. All of it. "We didn't get the chance to really talk, but he did say he wanted this. Me."

"And you told him the same?" Ginny asked.

Hermione nodded, "I did."

"Fucking finally," Pansy said, "Draco should have just shagged your brains out a week ago, saved us the hassle of all your bullshit."

"There was no shagging," she informed them.

"Why not?" Ginny asked looking surprised.

"With Scorpius running away, and not really having the chance to talk about the dinner from hell, I just wanted to know that he was in my bed, and nothing more."

"Nawww," Ginny drawled, "Look at you, being all sappy."

Hermione arched an eyebrow at her, and with a sly smirk on her face said, "And, well, with Scorpius so concerned for your welfare..."

Ginny frowned and glanced at Pansy, who looked just as bewildered as her, "My welfare? What...?"

"James apparently was explaining to him that grow-ups sleep naked, especially you and Harry, and that you quite often sleep naked and cuddle and yell very loudly." Hermione was doing everything she could to not bust out laughing.

Pansy, on the other hand, was howling with laughter.

Ginny's face had turned the same flame-red colour as her hair, "W-wha-what?" she spluttered.

"Oh yeah, those boys have been having conversations regarding the goings on of the adults in their lives," Hermione replied.

"Funny," Pansy said gasping for air, "I never pictured you as being loud."

"Or having nightly shagfests," Hermione added setting Pansy off all over again.

"Hey!" Ginny cried, "They're not nightly."

Hermione's eyes went wide before she joined Pansy and dissolved into fits of laughter.

"Harry will be having a serious conversation with that child." Ginny grumped.

Pansy wiped the tears from her eyes and flung her arm around Ginny's shoulders, "Oh can you please secretly record that conversation?"

Ginny pointed at Hermione, "This was supposed to be about her, not me."

"Oh stop being such a prude," Hermione told her, "You're happy; I'll do my best to stay happy, and Pans?"

Pansy ginned, "Oh, I'm more than happy. Why do you think Theo's exhausted all the time?"

Ginny rolled her eyes and looked at Hermione, "You're sure you good?"

"Yeah, I'm good," Hermione smiled and nodded, "Better than I've been in a long while."

Hermione's world suddenly went dark and she yelped in surprise. The familiar rumble of laughter had her slapping Draco's hands away from her eyes and glaring up at him.

"You should lock your door." He told her.

"Why? So creepy guys can't get in and scare the shit out of me?" She shot back.

Draco laughed, "I've been watching you read for several minutes, it might be safer for you, that's all."

She frowned, "Seriously?"

He nodded, "You were completely lost in that book. Is that normal for you?"

"Not in the last week." She answered honestly.

She'd returned upstairs after her apology and their subsequent teasing of Ginny, and had curled up on the small sofa in her reading nook. It was the first time in the last week that the words in her book made sense, and the fact that Draco had managed to sneak up behind her clearly meant she'd completely zoned out.

"Where's Scorpius?"

Draco sat down beside her pulling her legs across his lap, "With Harry and James. He decided that the prospect of James' PlayStation was far more exciting than coming back here."

"Wow, I've been kicked to the curb already," Hermione laughed.

"And we're having dinner there tonight. Hope that's okay." Draco leaned his head back on the sofa, and turned to smile at her.

"That's fine," Hermione smiled back at him and then asked, "How angry are you?"

"Not at all," he told her running his hand slowly along her leg, "Not anymore, anyway."

"Okay, well how angry were you?"

His smile changed into an amused grin, "You said you were a complete bitch this week?" Hermione nodded, "What's the male term for that?"

"Be serious." Hermione chided.

"I am," he said, "My students were terrified and my son ran away. So I think I win the angry game."

"I am sorry." Hermione told him.

"I know," he replied, "You said that last night."

"Not much got said last night, not really. I'm sure there's more that needs to be said?"

Draco sighed heavily, "I told you most of my story, and I know parts of yours. I understand why you flipped out, why you're hesitant to get involved with someone after what happened. But I think I deserved the chance to talk before you stormed out."

A small smile curled her lips, he was wrong, he was still angry.And what she deserved was for him to be angry at her.

She closed her book and placed it on the floor beside the sofa. She reached across and took his hand linking their fingers, "Talk to me," she said and his brows knitted together, "You're angry, even if you don't think you are. If we're going do this, you and me, we need to talk to each other."

He shot her a look that said really?

"I know, hypocritical right?" she said, "My temper got the better of me and I acted like a child and took off. But like you said, running away doesn't solve any problems and neither does not talking about them. So talk to me, tell me what you want and we'll work it out from there."

Draco's eyes dropped to their linked hands, "I like you. I really like you. I said last night that I want this and I meant it. I've only been with two women since Astoria, and neither of them made me feel like I feel when I'm with you. Or without you." He squeezed her hand, "It's been just me and Scorp for so long now that I have no clue how to do this."

"Do what?"

"Be with someone who doesn't need anything from me but me." He said and she looked perplexed, "I know that sounds insane, but Scorp needs me to be his dad, to take care of him and stress over everything he does. But you… it's just different, okay? You're successful, and independent, and you really don't need me for anything at all. And that's just not something I'm used to. And not to mention that I'm stuck with him. You, on the other hand, can leave whenever you please. And when you did leave, I was terrified that you'd never come back."

"I was always coming back." She said.

"Really?" Draco asked, "If Scorpius hadn't come into the shop, how much longer would I have had to wait?"

She pursed her lips knowing that he was right. She had asked herself that very same question. She sat up, shifting her position, curling her legs under her and pressing into his side, "Honestly? I'm not sure. And it was only my stupid pride keeping me away."

"What changed?"

"Harry and Ron," she smiled at him, "They know the exact moment to kick my arse and tell me to grow up."

Draco laughed, "So that's a pretty common occurrence then?"

"More than I'd like to admit." She said shaking her head, "Draco, I am sorry, and I'll keep saying that I'm sorry until I think you believe me." He opened his mouth to speak, but she stopped him, "You might already believe me, but this is who I am. I'm slow to trust, and I make mistakes, and sometimes I can be a colossal idiot."

Draco smirked, "Sometimes?'

She cocked her head to the side and twisted her mouth into a smile, "Actually, most of the time. Is that something you think you want to deal with?

"I think I already knew you were a colossal idiot." Draco said.

Hermione leaned back and shot him a quizzical look "How's that?"

He turned slightly to face her, his hand squeezing her thigh, "Did you know I started falling for you from the moment you banged your head under the counter?"

"Oh, that colossal idiot," She shook her head at the memory and then arched an eyebrow at him, "So it wasn't my arse at all then? It was my elocution?"

"Mother fucking shitting oww?" He closed his eyes and sighed dramatically, "I've not ever heard such articulate language."

She laughed and leaned her head against his shoulder, "I'm sorry Draco."

His lips pressed against her hair, "I know you are."

Hermione slid her arm across his waist as an easy silence fell over them and several minutes passed before she looked up at him, only to find him smiling down at her.

"Hey," she said quietly.

"Hey." He said, pulling her thigh to drape across his lap.

He leaned in, stopping just millimeters from her lips. He smiled for a moment and then closed the last remaining gap which had Hermione sucking in a breath as his mouth met hers in a slow, languid kiss. She sighed at the feel of him, at the ease of which they simply picked up where they left off, as if the last week had been no time at all.

He took his time, didn't rush, and just simply kissed her; his lips repeatedly brushing over hers, again and again until she pressed up against him, her lips parting, her tongue slipping against his bottom lip. Her hand slipped beneath the layers of clothes, skimming against his skin, her cool fingers causing his muscles to clench.

She pulled back and looked up at him, asking breathlessly, "What time are Harry and Ginny expecting us?'

He grinned back down at her, "Not for a couple of hours. What are you thinking?"

"You said red was my color?"

He frowned looking down at her simple grey hoodie and jeans, "Wha-?" he began and then realisation hit him like a ton of bricks, and his eyebrow lifted, "Oh. I did say that."

Hermione stood and held her hand out to him. He took it and pulled himself off the sofa, "Are you sure?"

She nodded, and pulled him towards her bedroom, "You said you started falling for me from the moment you heard my delightful cussing?" he nodded, "Well, for me...I didn't need to see you, it was the moment I heard your voice."

He stopped and pulled her towards him, kissing her deeply, tangling his fingers into her hair. Minutes passed before she broke away from him, murmuring that if he kept kissing her like that he wouldn't get to see his favourite colour on her. He sniggered and nodded and allowed her to drag him through the door, his breath catching in anticipation of just what exactly she had on under her clothes.

A/N: SORRY! A new job has flipped my life around, but thanks for reading, and thanks for all the requests to continue this story.