Coffee with a side of Amortentia

Chapter 2

The sunlight slowly spilled into the room from the windows along the outer perimeters. The curtains weren't black out, so it was just hazy light. Two forms were twisted together on the couch, two dogs laying on the floor. Visible from the outside looking in, one pale hand was hanging off the side, draped against the ground, fingers slightly curled, asleep. Visible bushy brown hair spilling over a pale chest, a few limbs scrunched up, legs tangled together near the other end of the couch, and a mop of blonde hair nuzzled against a shoulder. Coming closer, now visible was two people. The girl draped across the boy, one of his arms around her back loosely, his fingers scrunched into her shirt, and it became clear the hanging arm belonged to the boy. The girl was curled onto his chest, her head pressed between his shoulder and the couch, her hair across his face and body, one hand curled into his wrinkled dress shirt, the other curled behind his head and in his fluffy and messy hair.

The boy moved slightly, his head moving, and finding a piece of hair in his mouth. He drowsily opened his eyes, blinking a bit, puffing the hair out his mouth, trying to figure out what was going on. He blinked again and felt something on top of him move. This wasn't a dog.... This was a person....

He blinked again, and stiffened when he realized that this brown hair, was her brown hair. That the small frame curled on his large one was...her.

This was wrong. But the comforting feeling of someone hugging him, happy, sleeping on his chest, and willingly with him made his heart do summersaults. He let her hold him, and then he felt her move her head, and her body move a bit on his. This was it. The moment she ran. They always would run. Every time he woke up back in Hogwarts. The girl would wake up and realize she had been with him, and then run. Though he had never actually done anything, more than maybe kiss one of them, but they always ran.

He had his eyes closed once again, and didn't see as she shifted her head, brown eyes staring up at the face she thought was asleep. "You've changed Malfoy...." Her voice heavy and sleepy, and he just stayed limp, letting her be. "I think I want to see where you go..."

He felt her hand move, and he thought she was about to get up and leave, but then it settled on his chest, and she laid back down, apparently.... was she waiting? For him?

He was so confused that he let himself move as if waking up and yawned.

"Good morning." He heard her say to him, and he peeled his eyes open, "Mornin'"

He wasn't used to talking in the early mornings, and was surprised by the depth his voice had, or how rough and hoarse it was. Merlin, he sounded old.

He heard a gentle chuckle, and he blinked again, "You're.... You're still here?"

He hadn't meant to sound so judgmental, but it came out that way, and he saw a bit of hurt in her eyes. "I...Uh yeah... I guess I fell asleep."

He didn't move and remained limp, his arm still around her, "I woulda moved ya.... But I guess I uh...Just fell asleep 'fore I could do anythin'...."

He didn't notice as Hermione smiled down at him, "You are not at all a morning person, are you?"

He just grumbled quietly in response, "You're loud in the mornin'"

He then tried to relax again, as she moved a bit, and didn't see her staring down at him, studying his face, and then she rolled off him, stretching. He just grunted and turned on his side. He peeked out of one eye, watching her bend down and greet his dogs, giving them rubs, and then she spoke. "Where is your bathroom?"

He didn't answer, and she shook his shoulder, "Malfoy. Where's the bathroom?"

"Mmm....Down the hall.... Door on right..." He mumbled, falling back to sleep.