Enemy Seduction: Dramione

Lazy Day

It was a lazy Sunday morning. Draco and Hermione had not budged from the massive four poster bed or the warm silk sheets engulfing them. Even the rain falling outside the cast had its own heavy, lethargic rhythm. All the candles had burned down to within an inch of life, shrouding the naked couple in golden light. Hermione laid there sleepily in Draco's arms, idly tracing patterns on his chest with her finger.

She breathed contentedly.

"You snore in your sleep," she noted casually.

Draco regarded her though half lidded eyes.

"So do you," he said.

She pouted.

"I do not," she simpered.

"Oh, really?" he scoffed with a loud yawn. "Well, it was either you snoring, or that giant oaf, Hagrid, was sleeping next to me last night."

Hermione punched his chest.

"First of all, Hagrid is a friend of mine," she ranted. "And secondly-"

"Not the listing," he muttered, rubbing his forehead. "Please not the listing."

She punched his chest again.

"First of all," she enunciated, although the laughter in her eyes betrayed her lack of anger. "I will last as I please.  And secondly, you're the giant oaf."

Draco arched a cocky brow.

"Giant, eh?" he asked with a grin.

Hermione eyed him with amazement.

"Only you would find some sort of compliment in that insult," she observed with a chuckle. Sighing, she returned to plotting shapes on his chest.

"What are you doing?" he asked, watching her hand curiously.

Hermione snickered.

"Drawing little hearts with our initials in them," she joked, bubbling with laughter.

He stilled her hand, holding it flat to his chest. Hermione looked at his hand over hers, feeling his heart beating. She thought of their first kiss. Looking into his eyes, she knew he was recalling the same memory.

"I'm feeling quite rested," she hinted, her hand making its way down his abdomen.

"Good," Draco rasped, pressing his hips to hers. "You'll need your strength this morning."

"What about breakfast?" she asked, not particularly caring for an answer as Draco shifted his weight on top of her.

He grinned.

"Food can wait," he insisted.

-------------

Some time later...

"What are you thinking about?" Hermione asked as she picked a vine of grapes.

Draco held open his mouth in a silent request. Giggling, Hermione tossed a grape at him. It hit his eye.

"Perfect aim, as usual," he joked, retrieving the grape from the covers and eating it. "You could have fed it to me instead of mauling me with it."

Hermione laughed.

"Me? Handing feeding you grapes in bed? You must be daft," she said.

"Perhaps if I demonstrated," he offered, placing a raspberry from the silver platter of fruit he had conjured. He held it up to her mouth. Hermione clenched her teeth shut.

"Must everything be a struggle between us?" he asked teasingly. When Hermione merely smiled challengingly back at him, Draco ate the raspberry and reached for another one. "Do you really want to know what I was thinking about?" he said.