Devotion

Chapter 12

Waking up in Draco's arms was the best feeling in the world. So warm, so comfortable. I wished I could just lay there, like that, forever. I didn't even want to open my eyes.

I felt his warm lips brush over mine, and I smiled, kissing him gently back. When I finally gave in and opened my eyes to the world, I was rewarded with a beautiful sight.

The morning light was shining into the room, and made Draco's hair shine. He was sporting the tousled hair, just-out-of-bed look, but damn, he looked so hot in it.

I ran my hand through his hair, and then down the side of his chiseled face. I eyed his sculpted features, his plump lips.

"How did I get so lucky," I murmured as I looked at my husband-to-be.

"I'm the lucky one," he complimented, his voice husky from sleep, only confirming what I said before.

He leaned in to kiss me again, and I happily returned it. After a few minutes of light kissing, we pulled apart.

"What do you want to do today?" I asked him.

Yesterday, after we had made up, we went back to our classes. But whilst in those classes, Draco and I struggled to think of who to make our best man and maid of honor, respectively.

I wasn't as mad at Hermione anymore, and it felt right to have her as my maid of honor. But I was getting really close with Pansy and felt she deserved it as well.

Meanwhile, Draco couldn't decide between Theo and Blaise. Both were very close friends of his, and it felt wrong choosing between them.

So we went to Professor McGonagall and she said we could have two if we really wanted to, which made things much easier. It was also then that she told us we could skip classes today as it was our wedding day.

So we had the day to ourselves. Now the question was how to spend it.

"What do you want to do today?" I asked him.

"To marry you. To make love to you," he answered with a smile.

I snorted. "That's later. We still have the whole day ahead of us."

"I know," he responded, sitting up. "I want to spend it with you. But..." he trailed off, mussing his hair more with his hand.

"But what? What do you want to do?" I coaxed, urging him to go on.

He sighed. "It's just been ages since I've played quidditch, with the past few years being what they were. I've really missed it. And it looks nice out today. But I would rather spend the day doing something you will enjoy."

I smiled, sitting up as well. "That's kind, Draco. But if you want to play quidditch, then you should do that. I'll watch, I've never actually seen it before, it sounds fun. It's so cool that you can play!"

His face visibly lit up at my words. "Really? I didn't think you'd be interested."

"Oh, I'm plenty interested. Especially if it's something you're passionate about. What position do you play?"

"Seeker, usually. My goal is to catch—"

"—the Golden Snitch, before the other team does. Earning you 150 points, and usually winning you the game," I interrupted. He beamed at me.

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After breakfast, we walked down to the quidditch pitch. The sun was shining, which added some warmth to the crisp autumn air. And the breeze was light, making for the perfect flying weather.

Once down by the field, we split, with Draco headed to the changing rooms, while I took a seat in the stands. I was stunned just looking at the pitch. The hoops on either side were taller than I had pictured them, as was the size of the place.