Until the end Draco x Hermione

Chapter 18 Love Escape

Morning had dawned at the Malfoy villa. The clock already showed quarter past nine. In the large, gourmand-colored bedroom, under the silky sheets, two individuals were still lazing about, intent on savoring the moment. Individuals who had unconsciously decided to put all their problems behind them, to try, for once, to live and breathe together, freely. No constraints, no obligations. Just being. To be together. To discover the meaning, the magic...

It had been an eventful night for them, and a rest was in order. However, there was another character who didn't see it the same way. Just as they were enduring the mild morning heat that invaded the room, Blaise Zabini burst in. The sight of the two lovers in each other's arms, probably still too asleep to be aware of his presence, didn't bother him in the least. On the contrary, it was with a smile that he stepped further into the room, placing a familiar bag on the dresser.

- Enjoy your day, lovebirds!" he said, amused, before exiting again.

It took a while for those concerned to awaken from their torpor, and it was Hermione who reacted first, as if she'd just received a spell. She sat up abruptly, eyes wide, pulling the sheets over her to cover her nakedness. As for her bedfellow, he was already threatening to fall back into a fitful sleep. But she was determined to dissuade him:

- Was that Zabini who just came in shamelessly?! she exclaimed in amazement.

Draco finally made the effort to wake up. Lying on his stomach, his cheek still pressed against the pillow, he didn't deny himself the beautiful view. Hermione definitely had the most unruly hair he knew. But that was undoubtedly one of the things that gave her her charm. Her hands clung desperately to the sheet pressed against her chest, hoping to hide some part of her intimacy. This gesture seemed to him to be totally idle, for the day before he had already had the chance to discover every one of her divine forms. And he knew that if he deigned to slip a glance beneath the silky fabric covering them, he would soon perceive once again those curves he now knew almost by heart.

Hermione, who noticed that he hadn't taken his eyes off her, smiled, apparently delighted.

- Hello wonderful creature," the Slytherin almost crooned.

- Good morning, lazybones," laughed the woman.

A morning they'd dream of experiencing every day. A morning devoid of apprehension, devoid of regret. A morning that smelled of love, with a hint of joie de vivre. The joy of living in the moment. An ideal morning.

The former Gryffindor slowly brought her face up to his, before placing a tender kiss on it. Then, taking some sheets to wrap herself in, she climbed down from the bed. With the gait of a noble and majestic gazelle, she made her way to the chest of drawers on which Blaise had placed a package a few minutes earlier.

- "You actually brought my bag with you?" the Gryffindor exclaimed, glancing accusingly at the Slytherin.

- Why the reproachful look?" he couldn't help smiling wryly.

- You know very well why Mister Draco Malfoy! You've had it since you arrived, but you didn't give it to me last night! Instead you gave me...

Her words vanished at once at the thought of what she had worn the night before and which very soon found its way to the bedroom floor. The Slytherin didn't fail to notice her face turning crimson.

- Please continue. What did I give you, Miss Granger? Wasn't it comfortable and practical enough for you?

Without answering, the woman brandished her wand defiantly in front of her.

- However, this, you could have given it to me yesterday, couldn't you?

- You're welcome.

Malfoy looked at her amused. Although the Gryffindor's wand was pointed at him in anticipation of casting a spell, she seemed very implausible in this position, let alone in this get-up.