The Marriage Decree

Chapter 58: A Picnic... In the Attic?

The previous day had been so very long and stressful that when Hermione is woken up at eight o'clock in the morning with the sun blaring through the window, she simply flicks her hand to wandlessly and non-verbally close the curtains before snuggling back down into Draco's side.

Two hours later, Draco wakes up annoyed at how hot he is under their quilt with Hermione clinging to his chest, legs entwined with his own. He quickly flings the quilt off them, exposing them both to the warm, stuffy air. With a groan, he grabs his wand from his bedside table and flicks it at the window, which opens, allowing a soft breeze into their room, fanning the curtains and caressing their mostly naked bodies.

He sighs contently as he nuzzles his head into his wife's thick, bushy hair which tickles his neck. Draco smiles as he presses a soft kiss to the top of her head, causing her to stir.

"Morning." He greets her when she opens her eyes, his voice rough from sleep.

"Good morning." She mutters in reply, closing her eyes again as she tries to bury closer to him. "What time is it?" She asks with a yawn.

He glances at the clock on the wall. "It's just after ten o'clock." He answers then clears his throat.

Hermione groans. "What a wasted morning?"

"We deserve to have a lazy morning." He tells her. "Yesterday was rather stressful." He reminds her.

She nods against his chest. "You make an excellent point. Maybe we should stay here for a little while longer." She mutters.

"If you're still tired, you can go back to sleep. I'll wake you in an hour for some breakfast." He suggests.

"Don't leave. You're comfortable." She nods, reaching down to pull the quilt back over them. "It's chilly." She adds.

"Do you want me to close the window?" He offers.

"No, it's alright for now." She shakes her head. "I'll just have a short nap. Half an hour at the most." She tells him.

An hour and a half later, Hermione wakes up to find herself still wrapped around Draco, who is now spread out across their bed with his right leg sticking out of their quilt.

"Draco," She sits up, wrapping herself in their quilt as she shakes his shoulder, waking him up. "We should probably get up. It's half past eleven." She tells him when he finally opens his eyes.

"What?" He glances around the room, seemingly lost.

"It's half past eleven." She repeats. "We napped for over an hour." She adds as she slips out of bed, pulling on her dressing robe, tying it around her waist. "What would you like for breakfast?" She asks him, brushing her hair back into a messy ponytail and tying it back with a bobble before opening their wardrobe.

Draco hums as he closes his eyes and stretches his limbs out across their bed. Once he's satisfyingly stretched out, he rolls onto his side, leaning on his elbow to watch as Hermione pulls a blue flowery dress out of their wardrobe.

"I was supposed to make you breakfast." He mentions, staring as she disrobes then steps into the dress, zipping it up to her mid-back.

Without Hermione needing to ask, he climbs out of bed, walks over to his wife where he brushes her ponytail to the side to allow him access to the back of her dress. He softly kisses her exposed skin before zipping the dress the rest of the way up.

"Beautiful." He mutters, kissing the back of her neck.

He watches in delight as her gaze flickers to the ground as she blushes before meeting his again.