Saving the Enemy

Chapter 21

Hermione

Hermione wakes up in the late afternoon with her head lain atop of Draco's bare chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. She gently runs her fingertips along his chest, placing light kisses along his neck. She hopes to wake him up, but he is deep in sleep. She sighs, but can't help but smile at his sleeping form, his mouth slightly parted, saliva accumulating on the corner of his lips, all the worry lines missing from his features. She rises, letting him finally sleep without those awful dreams. She can tell because his lips would quiver and sweat would form when he is in a horrible nightmare. She is happy that some of his conscious is eased, that maybe she had something to do with it.

She places a muffling charm over Draco so he doesn't hear her heading to the bathroom to get ready for the rest of their day. She hums to herself, brushing her hair through to pull it up into a messy bun, pulling on some clothes, making sure to put on Draco's white button-up shirt and some sweat pants so she is comfortable. She smiles to herself at the thought of this morning, how physically close they were, the energy between them intense and so alive, like nothing they had ever felt before.

She walks out, taken aback to see that Draco is awake and looking her over, eyes widening with amusement when he realizes that she is wearing one of his shirts.

"Good morning," he smirks, causing Hermione's confidence to boost.

She smirks back before teasing, "Like what you see?"

"I would say it is mediocre," he teases back, leading Hermione to bound over to him, straddle his waist and kiss him lightly, barely giving him a chance to register what is happening before she pulls away, rolling over to the other side of the bed, laughing at his stunned face.

Draco groans before caving in, "Yes, Granger, you are the most bloody beautiful woman these eyes have ever laid sight on."

"Well, I'm glad," she says, but places a finger on his lips as he tries to lean in for a more heated makeout session. "But, you are not getting any more for a while."

"Why?" he whines, giving her his puppy dog eyes, but she just laughs, refusing to cave.

"We have the whole day to ourselves, I don't want to just spend it in bed," she starts, but continues as she notices his hesitantly doubtful and hurt expression. "Not that last night wasn't brilliant. Draco, that was the best night of my life, but I want to spend this time getting to know every little thing about you, not knowing what the future will hold. We got to explore something we have never tried to before and I want to know more. After this battle, we can go back to staying in bed for whole weekends, but for now, I want to talk, to learn more about you."

Draco just leans over and takes a light kiss from her lips, smiling at her. "Last night was the best night of my life as well and I do have reservations tonight for dinner. I just called before you came out, wanting to treat you tonight."

"Really?" she gasps, stunned that he is treating her to something tonight, loving that he thought of this.

"Of course," he whispers, kissing her again, longer this time without any resistance from her.

"Thank you," she smiles, initiating the kiss this time, squealing as he pulls her over to him, hovering over her frame. She realizes that she is the only one with clothes on right now, making her blush.

"Anything for you, darling. Now," he smirks, "about that second round in bed..."

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"Are you almost done?" Draco whines from outside the door. Hermione sighs, slightly annoyed at how often he is pestering her with that question, reminding her of a small child wanting to know when they will arrive.