"Hey" Hermione's voice was full of sleep, "What time is it?"

"Hey," Draco said, and couldn't help but smile. Hermione looked adorable. She was wearing his t-shirt, her legs bare and her hair was a rumpled mess, "Just after eight."

She crossed the room to where he was standing at the kitchen counter, "You're making breakfast? How long have you been up?"

"Yes I'm making breakfast, I've been awake for a while." Draco laughed at the confused look on her face and kissed her cheek, "Maybe you should have woken up properly before coming out here."

"Maybe you should have coffee ready to wake me up when I come out here." She griped. He pushed a mug in front of her and silently poured the freshly brewed coffee into it, a smug grin on his face. "Fine," she huffed, "You're the most perfect man who ever walked the earth."

Draco arched an eyebrow at her, "You're cranky this morning. Is everything okay?"

She took a sip of coffee, sighing as the ambrosial liquid warmed her. She rolled her neck, wincing, "Yeah, I'm fine. I just feel...I don't know...funky."

He pressed his hand to her forehead, "Hmm, not a temperature, even though you're hot." She rolled her eyes and shook her head, "Maybe you're exhausted. I mean, the most perfect man who ever walked the earth was in your bed last night, and everything that I hear makes me think he was perfect." He grinned at the small smile that twitched on her lips, "But alas, I'm sure it's neither of those. You appear to have something that I like to call Missing Seven Year Old."

Hermione frowned at him, "What?"

"The first time he stayed with them for longer than one night, I felt the same." Draco explained brushing her hair behind her ear, "It took everything I had to not go and camp on their front lawn. But believe me, a week goes by quicker than you would think."

"I don't think it's that." She said.

"Oh, it is." Draco said tapping her on the nose, "That look on your face right now, I saw it on my own for the first week he was away from me. It's okay to miss him, you know?"

She was silent for a moment, staring straight at him and contemplating what he had just said. She never thought she would get the chance ever again to miss someone she cared about, miss someone for just a few fleeting days instead of a lifetime. But here she was, after less than twenty four hours, missing so terribly the cheeky blonde boy who had so recently come into her life and flipped it on its side. She stayed silent for a few more beats, and Draco could see the tension raising in her.

He took her hand in his and lifted it to his lips, kissing her fingers lightly, "Listen to me. Long before we were anything you looked forward to seeing him in the shop, and you missed him on those rare times he didn't come in with me, am I right?" Hermione nodded and Draco continued, "You don't have to be his mother to miss him. You don't even have to be his father's girlfriend to miss him. He's an adorable seven year old, it's hard not to miss him." He grinned at her and placed his hand over her heart, "It will take some time, but each time he goes it gets a little easier, until it just becomes routine, okay?"

Hermione nodded, but she was still hesitant. The feeling of completely missing him felt too much like being a parent, being something that she wasn't. And she couldn't help but feel that the line she had drawn was becoming blurred, but she was still reluctant to step over it. It didn't matter that Draco was clearly comfortable with her being the female figure in his son's life, it didn't matter that Scorpius' grandparents had no hesitation in accepting her as the same. What mattered was that she was still coming to terms with it, with the possibility of her new role. Not that she didn't want to, she was more than willing, but it was still a big step.

Draco pulled her from her thoughts, cupping her face and kissing her just as her stomach gave a loud growl, making him laugh, "I guess I'm hungrier than I realised." She said, a twisted smile on her face.

"It's all that extra energy you expended last night." Draco said and she poked her finger into his bicep. He smirked and pointed at the barstool beside the counter, "Sit." He told her, "And let me feed you."

He'd set places at the counter; placemats, plates and glasses. She watched as her poured more coffee into her mug and filled her plate; French toast with strawberries, blueberries and vanilla yoghurt.

"I could get used to this." Hermione smiled at him and he raised an eyebrow, "You making breakfast for me. I like you in my kitchen."

Draco looked thoughtfully at her, "I like being in your kitchen," He sat beside her and looked around, "Much more space than mine. I mean really, it's like a Tardis in here."

She pinched his ribs, making him squirm, "Be serious."

"I am," He said, "Your flat is what? Double, possibly triple, the size of mine and two of us live there."

She popped a strawberry in her mouth, chewing slowly, contemplating how she should phrase her next statement, "Well, like I said, I could get used to you being here, cooking for me. And if it's space you want…."

"You're cranky and cryptic this morning." Draco face was passive, not giving her anything, but his insides churning with what she was hinting at.

Hermione smiled and gave him a tiny shrug, knowing full well that he completely understood exactly what she was asking, regardless of the fact that he was playing it cool. "Well, that's something that's you'll just have to adjust to."

He squeezed her thigh, "And I'll happily adjust."

Her heart stuttered, did he seriously just say he'd move in with her? She glanced at him from the corner of her eye, and held back the smile. He was doing the same, only not trying to hide the smirk.

"Draco..?

"Eat your breakfast," He said, "It's too early to be serious. We can talk later."

Hermione bit her lip, pressing down on the smile that was forcing its way across her face. A picture of breakfast with him and Scorpius every day flashed through her mind. The smile broke free, and she looked away from him, lowering her head so he wouldn't see the delighted expression on her face.

He wanted to move into her flat, move in with her. Be with her. Her smile widened. To hell with moving too fast.

"What's going on Scorp? Grandma says you want to come home?" Draco asked.

He'd called his son after breakfast, breakfast that was left with more than a few unanswered questions. He knew what she was hinting at and had wanted to say yes right there and then, but if she wanted him there all the time, he'd have to discuss it with Scorpius. He was fairly certain of what his son's answer would be, and while technically she hadn't come out and asked them to move in, he wanted it as much as she did. He hadn't wanted as anything as much in so long, and he refused to over think it. Instead, he would go with his gut, and embrace the feeling of just how right it all felt. To hell with moving too fast.

And he would talk to her about it, but the current conversation he needed to have with Scorpius had nothing to do with moving flats. He would deal with that when Scorp returned. Right now he needed to get his son to tell him what was going on.

"I do want to dad. I don't want to stay here. I want to be with you."

"But why? You love being at Grandma and Grandpa's." There was silence on the other end of the phone. Draco waited a few seconds, "Come on Scorp. Tell me what's wrong."

"Nothing's wrong. I just want to come home, that's all. Please Dad?"

"I'll come and get you if that's what you want, but I don't believe for a minute that there's nothing wrong." He heard the frustrated huff of breath from his son but remained silent, waiting for him to decide what to tell him.

"I don't want to be here, Dad. I'll miss every one, and James will be at Hermione's and he'll have no one to play with and I won't see you and Hermione and I'll miss out on everything!"

Draco could hear the gasps of breaths through the phone, Scorpius was almost in tears, but Draco knew there was more to his outburst than him being concerned about missing out. He'd never cared at any other time, he had his grandparents to himself for the entire week, and they lavished attention on him. No, there was much more going on here. He had a fairly good idea of what it was, but Scorpius needed to tell him, to admit that he was scared Hermione wouldn't be here when he got back.

"Is Hermione there?" Scorpius asked in a small voice.

Draco smiled, "She is. Did you want to say hello?"

"Yes."

Draco handed his phone to Hermione who sitting beside him on the sofa, "He wants to talk to you."

"Hello Scorpius." She said.

"Hermione!" Scorpius gasped, "You're still there?"

"Of course I am," she said with a frown, "Where did you think I would be?"

"I don't know," he answered, "I just thought maybe..."

Draco squeezed her thigh and she looked at him. He was smiling at her, and she suddenly realised what was wrong, "Scorpius," Hermione said gently, "I promise I'm not going anywhere. I'll be right here when you get back."

"Are you sure?"

"I am," she told him, "You don't have to worry about me and your dad."

"But last time when my other Grandma and Grandpa came over you and dad had a fight and you went away."

"Oh, honey. That was different." Hermione explained, "Do you remember what happened when we had dinner with them"

"Yes. There was lots of yelling."

"That's right," she winced, and looked up at Draco, "There was lots of yelling. But yesterday there was no yelling, right?" The look on Draco's face let her know that he was exactly aware of what his son was worried about.

"No. Everyone was happy."

"That's right, everyone was happy. So, there'll be no fighting between your dad and I this time." Hermione said before promising him again, "And I will be right here when you get back, okay?"

"Okay."

"And you need to apologise to your grandma and grandpa. You were terribly rude to them." She glanced up at Draco, realising this was the first time she'd actually spoken to Scorpius like that.

They'd not yet set any boundaries when it came to parenting him. In fact they'd not even talked about it, other than her repeatedly making clear that she didn't wish to overstep when it came to him. However this felt very much like parenting, and while Harry and Ginny were happy for her to discipline James when he needed it, this was different. James was family, Scorpius wasn't, not yet anyway.

But Draco was simply smiling at her, not seeming to care at all that she was telling his son to apologise. In fact his smile was telling her that not only did he not care, but that he was pleased that she was.

"I will," Scorpius said, "And Hermione?"

"Yes Scorpius?"

"I'm sorry to you to."

"Thank you," Hermione told him, "Do you still want your dad to come and get you?"

"No, I think I'll be okay. Can you call me tomorrow, and the next day after that?"

"Of course we will. You haven't even been gone a day and we already miss your voice."

He laughed, "Here Grandma, you can talk to Hermione."

Hermione looked at Draco and shook her head, smiling at the fact that she'd effectively been dismissed.

"Hermione?" Clara sounded confused. Hermione assumed she thought she would be speaking to Draco not her.

"Hello Clara," Hermione said, "I think we've sorted out the problem."

"I only heard half of that, but I think I can guess what it was about."

"He was worried about me not being here when he got back. Draco and I had...a disagreement... after dinner with his parents and Scorpius was worried it would happen again. I'm sorry for this."

"We thought it was something like that," Clara said, "And this is not your fault."

"No, it is," Hermione told her, "I acted irrationally at the time and Scorpius believed it had been his fault. He was upset and it was entirely my fault. I was the spoiled seven year old and I'm lucky they both stuck around. It's been a bit of an adjustment for me having them both around."

Clara laughed, "Oh, sweetheart. It's an adjustment for everybody, but I'm sure everything will be fine. Cuthbert and I both love you, by the way."

Hermione's face flushed and she answered quietly, "Thank you Clara."

"And now I've embarrassed you," Clara laughed, "Sorry Hermione, but it's true. We couldn't have hoped for someone better to be in his life."

"Well, I think I may have fallen slightly in love with you both too," Hermione told her, "We'll call him tomorrow?"

"Perfect," Clara said.

Draco's hand was resting on her knee when she pressed end on the phone. She looked up at him and gave him a nervous smile. "You're not mad at me?"

"Um, no," he said looking perplexed. "Why would I be?"

"Because I spoke to him like that."

"Like what?"

"I told him to apologise to his grandparents." She wanted to add a childish du-uh, but thought better of it. He was probably pissed at her already.

But he just laughed and squeezed her knee, "If you hadn't told him to, I would have."

She let out a frustrated sigh, "But you're his father and I'm-" she stopped short at the look of annoyance that flashed across his face. She watched as he slowly moved his hand from her knee and stood. He folded his arms across his chest and stared down at her.

"When is this going to stop?" He asked quietly. He glanced at his watch, "Not an hour ago you were virtually asking me to move in here, and now you're panicking over telling Scorpius to apologise for being a brat? When we do move in here and you're alone with him, will you just let him act up because you're too scared to reprimand him? And don't say you're not his mother. I know that you're not, everyone knows. But quite frankly, I don't want to hear you say it again, because if we're seriously doing this, that's what you will be."

Hermione surprised him. She moved to stand in front of him, gently freeing his arms from his chest. She curled her arms around his neck, pressing herself against him.

Instinctively his arms surrounded her, but he remained silent, not exactly sure what was happening. He'd assumed she'd argue back, tell him for the millionth time that she wasn't Scorpius' mother and they'd go around in circles yet again over her ridiculous notion that everyone would hate her for appearing to take Astoria's place.

"You said when," she whispered still hugging him tightly.

"Did I?"

Hermione pulled back and looked up at him, "You said, when we move in,"

Draco's brows pulled together, before his eyes widened in surprise, "I did, didn't I?"

"It's not too soon?"

"It's not soon enough," Draco said, "Scorp needs to decide on this as well." He cupped her face, "But I'm sure I know what his answer will be."

"So we're doing this then?" Hermione asked, a slight hesitation in her voice.

He closed the distance between them and kissed her, "We're doing this. Are you sure you want us both here?"

Hermione closed her eyes and sighed. It was exactly what she wanted. It all felt...right. She opened her eyes, and he was watching her. She slid her arms around his neck, "Yes." She told him, "I want you both here."

Draco stopped in the doorway, completely stunned by the vision before him. Hermione had made good on her promise to wear his Christmas gift, and was reclined on the bed, stretched out like the goddess her name suggested.

"Hey there," she said, "Do you like your surprise?"

Draco cleared his throat, "Oh, very much," he crossed the room, brushed his fingertips across the swell of her breast and kissed her, "But I have my own surprise...Pansy and Theo are here."

He had returned to his flat to pick up more clothes, smiling all the while at the fact that they may not ever return to his closet. He had run into Pansy and Theo when he stopped to get Thai food to bring back for dinner, deciding that he wouldn't be cooking tonight, and had happily invited them back. He actually missed the friendly banter he and Pansy shared on a daily basis when he stopped for coffee, but since the shop was closed for the week, his morning coffee had been enjoyed on the sofa with Hermione.

Her eyes went wide in shock, "What?" she hissed.

Draco grimaced and shrugged his shoulders, "I ran into them on the way back. We decided to stop for take-out and brought it back here. I had no idea you would look like this when I got back."

"Fuck," Hermione muttered and scrambled off the bed, cursing again and telling Draco don't laugh when she saw the amused grin forming on his face.

"I'm not laughing," He said admiring the view as she retreated into her closet and regretting the decision to invite Pansy and Theo back.

She emerged several minutes later dressed in jeans and a thick woollen jumper, and his disappointment was all over his face. She pointed a finger at him, "No, you don't get to make that face. You did this. So you can just sit out there and imagine what's under here." She waved her hand in a flourish across her torso and he groaned.

"Maybe I can just ask them to leave." He said and Hermione laughed.

"Oh, Pansy won't be at all suspicious of that. And since we've been in here forever, she'll think we've had a quickie anyway." Hermione pointed out as she headed for the door, "Come on, apparently dinner's ready."

"I hope we're not interrupting anything," Pansy said with a grin as Hermione entered the living room. Pansy and Theo had commandeered the coffee table and it was now laden with Thai take-out containers.

"Oh, you are," Hermione told her, flopping down onto the sofa, "But he can wait."

"Which one was it?" Pansy asked.

"La Perla. Brand new. Stunning really," She said with a sly glance at Draco, "He has excellent taste. Too bad it will be hours before he gets to enjoy it."

Theo was watching the two women with a confused look plastered across his face. "I'm missing something here." Theo said turning to Draco, "But I think you're missing more than me."

"I'm suddenly regretting running into you both." Draco scowled.

Theo clapped him on the shoulder, "Well, it's a good thing we brought more food than absolutely necessary. I think you're gonna need some stamina to keep up with this one tonight."

A knowing smirk crossed Draco's face and Hermione shot him a glare, but he ignored it moving to sit across from her in the oversized armchair. He smirked at her, "Oh, this one's spent the day recovering from her phenomenal efforts last night. I'm still not sure if she's adequately rested, so it shouldn't be a problem."

Theo looked at him, eyes wide with surprise. "Jesus, fuck! Maybe we should leave Pans, let them enjoy their week without Scorp."

Pansy shrugged and began piling food onto her plate, "Nah, we'll give them a breather for a few hours. Let the tension build back up before the shagfest continues"

Hermione punched her shoulder, "It hasn't been a shagfest."

Pansy glanced up at Draco, who winked at her and nodded. Pansy laughed, "Anyway. Shagfest aside, Seamus' for New Years?"

Hermione looked to Draco before responding, making Theo snigger, "This couples shit is highly amusing. Two months ago you would have answered yes, and started drinking yesterday."

She poked her tongue out at him, "And you're even given a choice?" She looked pointedly at Pansy.

"I simply do what I'm told, and reap the rewards."

"Is it possible to have a conversation without it falling into the gutter?" Hermione asked.

Theo shook his head, "No." he told her and they all laughed.

"Yes," Draco said, "Seamus' will be fine. I'm happy to be wherever you are." He smiled at Hermione.

"Gag," Pansy groaned through a mouthful of noodles.

"Wherever I am, huh? That sounds permanent." Hermione gave him a look that had Pansy and Theo sharing their own glance, but neither made a comment.

"Are Harry and Ginny sorted?" Hermione asked and Pansy nodded.

"And we're trying to convince Ron and Susan and Charlie and Hanna to come as well."

"Charlie and Hanna?" Draco asked scooping up a forkful of pineapple rice.

"Ginny and Ron's older brother." Theo told him, "You met Ron, he's a little quiet and reserved. Charlie, however, is a little wild. Has she introduced you to her run playlist?" Draco shook his head and told him that no, she hadn't, "Well, have her let you listen to it, and you'll get a small glimpse of Charlie. Hanna is his wife. She has calmed him somewhat, but she'll never change him completely."

"She better not," Hermione said, "Charlie's awesome the way he is."

"Should I be worried?" Draco asked, pausing mid bite.

Pansy sniggered, "We all thought the two of them would end up together, but it turns out that they're most definitely not compatible."

Hermione rolled her eyes at Pansy and turned to Draco, "This was a magical fantasy they all had, me and Charlie running off into the sunset, happily ever after and all that. But all that happened between me and Charlie was him being my friend. Unlike these bastards who would regularly kick my arse, he was the voice of reason after my parents died, and he was the one who introduced me to Heavy Metal and Hard Core Punk as a way to clear my head. And I loved it, still do. Nothing ever happened between us. He was already engaged to Hanna. He was, and is, like an older brother I never had."

"And why were you not compatible?" Draco asked.

"They argued like an old married couple. Neither would back down and we all fled in fear of our lives when it got really heated." Theo said and then shrugged, "Had they ended up together, one of them would have been dead in the first year"

Draco looked at Hermione, who had a mixed look of annoyance and amusement of her face. "Should I be worried?" he repeated, this time with a smirk on his face.

"Only about the big brother lecture you'll surely get from him,'" she told him, "Besides, I think you've already seen the worst of me."

Pansy laughed and Hermione glared at her, "What? You think that little tantrum you had was the worst you've ever been?"

Hermione's eyes flicked to Draco, who looked amused, "Am I still required to make a good impression? Or are we past that?" She asked him.

He shook his head and winked at her, "I've seen enough of you to know that I'm impressed."

Theo reached over and slapped him on the shoulder, "Welcome to the gutter, my friend."

Hours later, Hermione lay with her head cushioned against his chest, listening to the steady thrum of his heart beneath her ear and feeling the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed in and out. Her hand was on his belly, her fingers absently drawing circles over his warm skin.

The quietness of the room was stark compared to the raucous dinner with Pansy and Theo, the pair keeping Draco in fits of laughter at Hermione's childhood and teenage antics. She hadn't minded though. She was happy to share all her hideous teen moments with him after Clara and Cuthbert had regaled her with his. And if they suspected something else was going on between them – tiny hints and suggestions had been dropped all night at the possibility that Draco and Scorpius might be moving in - neither friend said a word.

He had taken his time, when their friends had finally left, undressing her slowly, grinning like an idiot at the vision underneath, breathing something about finally and stunning and oh, fuck! He'd been slow, loving her quietly, the full weight of his body covering her completely, murmuring over and over against her ear just how much he loved her. How he would always love her. Their bodies had slid easily across each other, quiet moans and gasped breaths were all they were capable of, until finally they both came, each moaning the others name. It had been nothing like she was used to with him. Her eyes had filled with tears, and she had held him close while he continued to whisper his love for her, kissing away each tear as they rolled down her cheeks.

And now she was smiling to herself, imagining this every day. Every morning and every night. In bed this with him. She expected to feel panicked, alarmed at the suddenness of it, at the lingering fear left over from Oliver. But she felt nothing. Nothing but the joyful anticipation of he and Scorpius being here with her.

Draco was silent beside her, but he wasn't asleep. His hand was in her hair, his fingers mimicking hers, tracing circles behind her ear, raising goose bumps over her skin. He pressed his lips to her head, and she sighed, turning her nose to him, breathing him in. His scent was instantly familiar; sandalwood soap and expensive cologne.

She pressed harder into his side, and his arm tightened around her.

"You alright?" He asked, his voice was sleepy, but still aware.

Hermione nodded and murmured a yes against his chest. She flattened her hand against his stomach, sliding it across his ribs to hug him closer.

His fingers in her hair slowly moved, slipping down her back and into the curve of her spine. His chin pressed into the top of her head, a heavy sigh sounding in the quiet.

She shifted to look up at him and she found him smiling at her, the infectious smile that had her insides churning every time she saw it. She leaned up on one elbow, kissing him slowly, lingering against his mouth. His hand found its way back to her hair, his nails scratching gently against her scalp. He relaxed beneath her, pulling her with him, a soft sound humming from the back of his throat.

She slid her hand down the top of his thigh, drawing a groan from him. Her forehead pressed to his as he exhaled a shaky breath. She licked her lips, exhaling her own breathless sigh. She wanted him again, then and there, but his eyes were heavy, almost closed, and he had settled deeper into the mattress, pulling her closer and circling his arm around her shoulders. She rested her head back on his chest, hearing the steady beat again.

"Hermione?" his voice was deep and raspy.

"Mm," she murmured.

"I'm not asleep."

Hermione chuckled, skating her hand back down his stomach. He was warm and smooth, his muscles bunching with the feather-light touch of her fingertips. She pushed up onto her elbow again, watching his reactions to her touch. She wandered lower, and he murmured his approval.

He was half-hard already, and she murmured her own approval.

She traced the length of him, watching as he grew harder, his cock twitching and lifting off his thigh. He sighed as her hand gripped him, drawing up and down, slowly, lazily, and his own hand traced along her spine again.

Hermione leaned down and kissed the place over his heart, her body heating and a low throb pulled deep inside her. Her hand continued to move over him, her pace still slow, stroking him in long firm strokes, his breathing becoming deeper. She teased her thumb across the head of him and then grasped him lightly, dragging his foreskin gently down and back up again and listening to the whimpers and moans she was pulling from him.

"Hermione," he managed to gasp out as his hand moved to cover hers. He gripped tightly, moving her hand faster over him and she nodded, understanding what he wanted.

She caressed his length, her hand gliding down to the base of him then gripped him more firmly. She bit her teeth into her bottom lip, smiling at him before fisting up and down, faster and faster, until he gripped her wrist yanking her hand away.

She gasped in surprise as he lifted her over him, her legs splaying wide over him, his hand on her hip slid down to rub his thumb across her clit. She leaned forward, meeting his mouth, kissing him with hot, wet kisses, his hands slipping to her arse, gripping tightly and shifting her so his length it was pressing against her. She guided herself down, her thighs spreading wider as she lowered herself onto him, feeling him filling her.

Draco gripped her hips, steadying her as she closed her eyes and exhaled. He slowly dragged his hands up her ribs, across her stomach and back down her thighs, and she began to move slowly, sliding up and down his length. She watched his face, smiling down at him, stopping just at the tip of him. He growled in frustration, gripping her hips, attempting to force her down onto him. She shot him a sinful look, and slowly lowered herself back down. He glanced down to watch her take the entire length of him inside her.

"Shit," he murmured.

"Too much?"

"No." He closed his eyes. "More."

She rolled her hips over him moving slowly, building a rhythm of slow, seductive circles causing his breath to catch. She closed her eyes, and her other senses came to life. The sound of his breath, the scent of him, the feel of him hard and strong inside her. She tilted her head back and let out a breathy sigh.

Draco groaned from beneath her, Fuck, she felt even tighter like this. He opened his eyes to watch her move above him. His hands held her hips, his thumbs drawing tiny circles as her hands gripped his wrists.

She pivoted her hips, picking up the pace, eliciting a groan from his deep within his throat, a sound that made her smile, a sound that she knew she'd never tire of hearing. She did it again, and again, moving faster and faster, her thighs burning as she rode him. His thumb moved furiously against her clit, circling quickly and pressing hard. A strangled cry escaped her, as her body gripped the thick length of him. A familiar knot pulled in her stomach, the intensity building. She loved that he was able to make her this tense, this vulnerable. And yet, she never felt more alive than when they were together like this. That he could make her this wet never ceased to amaze her, his cock buried deep inside her striping her bare, yet giving himself completely to her at the same time.

Oh Fuck! She thought, Oh fuck! Her orgasm ripped through her, her spine stiffening, her voice an incoherent mess of curses and pleas as she felt forward, her hands bracing on his chest.

Draco's hands gripped harder at her hips, steadying her before pounding up into her. She grappled for the headboard anchoring herself as he thrust again and again, hard and fast, another strangled cry escaping her as she came again. Draco cried out, burying himself deep inside her, Hermione watching as his face screwed up into a picture of ecstasy, and she gasped as she felt him spill inside her. He trembled beneath her, his entire body shuddering, her name falling from his lips in a quiet whisper.

She bent to kiss him, panting and gasping for air. His palms rubbed along her thighs, her arse, up her back until he was circling her shoulders pressing their sweat soaked skin together.

"Every day," he whispered and she murmured incoherently into his neck, "Every fucking day."

She lifted off him, curling into his side, "Every day?" she questioned sleepily.

He kissed the top of her head, "I'll be here every day. Every night. In this bed. And I get to do that with you."

She closed her eyes, luxuriating in him, the scent of him different. He was covered with sex and sweat and her. She smiled against his chest, the sweat on his skin drying, cooling him. Her thighs were covered in him and his heart resumed its steady beat beneath her ear. She placed her hand on his chest, "Every day," she murmured, "I get to love you every day."

Hermione relaxed into him, her eyes heavy with sleep and smiling at the echoed I love you too.

She fell asleep with the contented feeling of not needing anything, of not wanting anything, of him simply being enough.