Saving the Enemy

Chapter 22

Hermione

    “Draco, honey, wake up,” Hermione purrs, gently brushing his soft blonde hair away from his face. She places a light kiss on his lips, trying to pull him out of his sleeping state to no avail. She smirks, knowing that he will not be very thrilled about what she is going to do next.

    She grabs her pillow and raises it over her head, slamming it down on his face as hard as she can while yelling, “Wake up sleepy head!”

    Draco shoots up from the bed, gasping in air from how startled he is. Hermione is laughing, rolling around on her side at her ingenious plan. He growls at her, pinning her to the bed. She can’t stop laughing though, his serious face making her laugh harder. She sees that his will power is breaking as a twitch at the corner of his lips breaks out, but he tries to control himself.

    “Why. Did. You. Do. That?” Draco emphasizes, a small smirk breaking through his mask at her attempts to stop laughing. She has limited it to giggles that barely break through her tight lips. She can’t help the smile and the amused look in her eyes though, clearly breaking through Draco’s mask. She can’t bring herself to talk though to keep herself from laughing hysterically all over again.

    Draco just pecks her lips before giving up, sighing in defeat before she bursts out laughing again, gripping his arm. She feels him shaking beside her, obviously laughing silently with her.

    “That, that was priceless,” she gasps, looking into his gleaming silver eyes, obviously quite amused with her little outburst. Draco chuckles before taking another short kiss from her lips. He then rolls off the bed to face her.

    “Come along, I assume you need to get ready for work,” he smiles, urging her out of bed. She sighs before getting off the bed, throwing the sheets aside.

    “You’re right. I need to use the bathroom, so use it now if you desire to get anything done before,” she warns, chuckling to herself when he practically runs to the bathroom. She walks over to their closet to grab her outfit, slipping into the bathroom when Draco emerges.

    This auror uniform consists of a black jacket with metal buttons that are connected on her front, a belt around her hips that opens up the front while the back goes floor length. She wears her leather gloves that is partially covered by the length of the sleeves, pulling on her combat boots, her black pants tucked inside. She only wears this when a known battle is going to break loose or if rescue missions are going to be pursued. It reminds her of old military outfits the muggles used to wear to war, but she has placed complicated charms and protection spells to help protect herself. She had done so to Draco's outfit for today too, whether he is aware of the fact or not.

    She quickly gets dressed, taking the time to straighten her hair to quickly pull it up and do a simple job with her makeup, hastily brushing her teeth. She takes her bag that contains some files and the journal before heading into the kitchen.

    The smell of fresh treacle tarts and omelets is infused in the air, making her stomach growl in hunger. She smiles at Draco cooking breakfast for her, still wearing her apron he sometimes borrows. She sits down, quickly eating her food from the plate already there before Draco turns to see her taking the last bite. He smirks, knowing his cooking is quite good, finishing the dishes in a matter of seconds with the addition of her plate and glass.

    “Ready to go?” he asks her, remembering that she wishes to bring him along, to make sure that he is surrounded by Aurors just in case, especially with the battle planned for tonight.

    She is about to agree when an owl from the Ministry swoops in bearing the Daily Profit. She is confused until the headline stares her in the face, the bold text loud and clear, a taunting that will not go unnoticed. She quickly grabs Draco's hand and apparates them away without warning, ready to enter the battlefield.