Dramione - Fire and Ice

Chapter 9 (Hermione)

This time when Hermione awoke to being in the arms of Draco Malfoy, she didn't panic.

She stretched, then winced, realizing she must not have moved much in the night. Her cheeks reddened, becoming more aware of his bare chest against her back and his legs tangled with hers.

"You need to stop wiggling, Granger," Malfoy whispered in her ear, his voice husky and low from sleep.

Hermione felt his hand on her waist travel slowly up, tracing her figure, until his hand was against her throat. Her heart fluttered as it always did with his touch.

He pushed her chin up, her head falling back into his chest, and Draco's lips connected with hers.

Her first logical thought was what about morning breath? But that didn't seem to be on his mind when his tongue entered her mouth.

There was something about being in a vulnerable position like this she found sensual. Her eyes closed and she stayed in the moment, enjoying the sensations and feel of him.

"Good morning," she eventually whispered against his lips.

He hummed against her lips. "Morning," he murmured.

If someone had told her she would wake up content in the arms of Draco Malfoy, she would have laughed at such a ridiculous proclamation. 

Hermione moved away to prevent a crick in her neck, and untangled herself from Draco, standing up and stretching properly. 

Draco's eyes were now open, his stormy gaze traveling from her legs to her eyes; her cheeks reddened at the intensity and she bit her bottom lip nervously. 

"What?" she asked, feeling self-conscious at the lack of dialogue. 

"I was serious about going on a proper date today," he finally said, sitting up and turning away. 

Draco stretched his arms overhead, and Hermione observed the curvature of his muscles flex in his back and biceps. He stood and walked over to her, a smirk playing on his lips as if he knew she'd been watching.

"Is there any time for studying in this itinerary of yours?" she asked, her mind travelling to the stacking pile of assignments and studying needing to be done.

Draco raised an eyebrow. "Is that how I am to gain Miss Granger's approval? A study date?"

She snorted, only a little embarrassed, but Draco should know what's he getting into if he really wants to do this. "Perhaps," she said, beaming.

He rolled his eyes and shook his head, but smiled. "Smartest witch of our age... I wouldn't have it any other way."

Hermione bit her lip, she would be lying if she said his words didn't have an effect on her. 

He cupped her face in his hands, his thumb grazing her bottom lip. "Though if you keep biting that lip of yours, Granger, there won't be much studying getting done." 

Draco brought her lips to his, his hands sliding down her arms to her waist. She shivered in pleasure and wrapped her arms around his neck. He bit her bottom lip in emphasis of his warning, and kissed her softly. Did Draco use Muggle lip balm? How he kept his lips so soft was befuddling. 

Hermione hummed against his lips, conveying her appreciation, and his hands gripped her waist tighter. He pulled away, the hesitancy reflected in his subtle pout, and she couldn't help the girl-ish giggle. 

He scowled and she kissed him once more, and he was smiling when she pulled away. 

"What does this date entail?" she asked, her cheeks warm from their snogging.