Hermione stretched as she did every morning, but when she looked around, she didn't recognize her surroundings. For a moment, her eyes widened in fear, but then she remembered...she stayed with Draco last night...and a smile spread across her face. She reached out to find his side of the bed empty. Propping herself up on an elbow, she scanned the room, wondering where he could have gone.
"Good morning, Beautiful." His voice came from the window sill behind her, prompting her to roll from her right side to her left.
"Hi." She yawned. "How long have you been watching me sleep?"
"Long enough." He replied.
She smoothed her hair, sure it was unruly as was typical every morning, and gave him a quizzical look. "Long enough for what?"
"Oh, nothing," he lied, discreetly sliding his sketchbook behind the velvet curtain, before sauntering over to her and gently placing a kiss on her untamed locks. "Today's Saturday," he announced, wandering toward the bathroom, "Hogsmeade day. Any chance you'd be up for a visit?" He paused in the doorway, half turned to her and awaited an answer.
"Hogsmeade." She thought aloud. "Yes. A day trip to Hogsmeade would be lovely."
"Its settled then." He smiled happily, and ducked into the bathroom, reappearing moments later, toothbrush in use. "I thought I 'eard 'arry mention something about going today too, maybe we'll see 'im there."
As if on cue, Harry's voice accompanied by frantic pounding could be heard in the hallway. "Hermione! Hermione, are you in there? Hermione, are you okay?"
"We just told him we were together last night. He can't find me here or he'll think we slept together...while he was in the adjoining room!" Hermione whispered, staring wide-eyed and panic-stricken at Draco.
"Technically, we did." He chuckled behind his toothbrush.
"You know what I mean!" Her eyes pierced him with a look that meant this clearly was not the time for his sarcasm. "This is not funny!" She hissed, springing out of his bed as if something had stung her.
Her obvious discomfort was too adorably funny for Draco to handle. He barely made it to the bathroom sink before exploding in laughter, spewing toothpaste down the drain. Meanwhile, Harry's cries grew louder and more desperate until suddenly they stopped. There was a knock on Draco's door.
"He's a big boy, I'm sure he can handle it." Draco teased shutting himself in the bathroom, forcing her to either face Harry or leave him in panic mode, which was not an option since panic mode tended to send Harry's better judgement out the window.
Hermione threw one last dirty look at the bathroom before calmly and confidently striding toward the bedroom door, and her best friend on the other side of it. Placing her hand on the handle, she took a deep breath, then swung the door open. "Good morning, Harry."
It took Harry several moments to register what was happening, during which he simply stared at her dumbfounded. Hermione could tell the instant the light bulb went off as heat immediately rose to his cheeks and his eyes dropped to the floor. "Hermione... I, uh... Oh Merlin... I'm glad you're okay." He stammered before turning and shuffling back to his own room.
"We didn't have sex!" Hermione awkwardly yelled to his closing door.
"See that wasn't so bad." Draco had snuck up behind her, and was snaking his arms around her waist.
She tried to struggle free in mock anger, but melted when he brushed his lips softly against her neck. "You're horrible." She chuckled.
"Yeah...But you love me anyway." He retorted.
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Relentless - A Dramione FanFic
FanficThe war has ended. The golden trio were able to enjoy a rather normal summer holiday. Other than the month spent tracking down Hermoine's parents and restoring their memories, things were relaxed, comfortable, perfect, even. But they were headed...
