DRAMIONE - STAND BY YOU

SNOWY DAYS AND ICE SKATES

The first thing that Hermione was aware of when she woke up, was the bare skin on skin contact that sent rippling heat through her veins. Warmth spread through her, and she half consciously leaned In closer to the source, the back of her head finding a solid chest. Arms tightened around her. Then the memories of last night bolted through her memory. Hermione's eyes opened instantaneously.
'I had sex with Draco Malfoy!' She thought to herself, in a disbelieving manor. Hermione waited anxiously for the regret to come and wash her up, drowning her in its river of mistakes, but despite the fear and soreness she was feeling, regret never came. Instead, Hermione only had a sense of rightness, a sense that this was where she belonged, in Draco's arms after a night of love and passion. This was home.
Over the years, Hermione had worried about when the day would come, the day she finally lost her virginity, and fretted over the idea that she may not be the same person she had always been afterwards. Of course, after the war, she had changed drastically anyway, but she was still her. She was still the same old Hermione Granger. It wasn't until she finally exhaled, that Hermione realised she had been holding her breath, bracing herself for the realisation that she was now a different person. Thankfully, the only thing that had changed, was that Hermione was no longer an innocent white flower, and was now in fact a desperate young woman craving the sensation of Draco Malfoy's lips against hers once again, hot and heavy and overwhelming.
'This man is going to be the death of  me', she mentally sighed.

Just then, Hermione felt Draco's arms roll her body around to face him.
"Good morning beautiful" he smiled at her, pecking her on the lips despite the fact that she had yet to brush her teeth. She had always loved the way Draco looked in the morning, ever since the first morning she woke up to find him laying next to her. His messy hair, soft expression, and face clear of all stress lines made Draco look almost childlike. It was one of the very rare times that people would favour the word adorable over hot or sexy. Her Draco.
"Good morning Handsome" she replied with a soft smile.
"How did you sleep?" He asked her.
"It was the best sleep I've ever had" Hermione replied honestly.
"I wonder why" smirked Draco teasingly.
"Oh shut up" laughed Hermione, hitting Draco on the arm playfully, then moving to get out of the bed. Hermione paused just as she was about to pull the covers off her, conscious of the fact that she was naked.
"Umm Draco, I kind of need you to look away" Hermione bit her lip nervously.
"Are you serious?", Draco raised his eyebrows. "Hermione I've already seen your body and you're beautiful. Every single part of you is perfect".
Hermione blushed involuntarily, mentally cursing herself for being so easily embarassed.
"As flattering as that is Draco, I still have self respect so look away before I hex you" she warned, grabbing her wand off the bedside table and pointing it threateningly towards Draco with a daring expression on her face.
"Okay okay woman, no need for the violence!" Said Draco, holding his hands up in surrender then turning to face the wall, muttering something incoherent.
Hermione beamed, proud of herself, then walked into Draco's ensuite, taking her suitcase with her to get changed. Soon, Hermione was showered and dressed in her new outfit from Ginny which consisted of black skinny jeans, a sleeveless green blouse, and some black ankle boots. Hermione then cast a charm on herself,to straighten her hair then tied it in a pony tail, leaving a few loose strands out. Finally accepting that it was as good as it was going to get, she walked back into Draco's bedroom, sitting on the bed patiently whilst Draco went into the bathroom to shower.
Hermione's mind couldn't help but wander to the possible scenarios that could take place when she and Draco returned to Hogwarts. Theo was coming back, and he no doubt had a plan to destroy she and Draco's relationship. He hated her, despised every part of her being, exactly like a death eater would. It was no secret that Theo had sided with Voldemort during the war, and apparently his allegiance to the now dead piece of evil still lived inside of him, like a candle flame that wouldn't burn out no matter how strong the wind blew. Theo's hatred was that flame. It withstood through all good, and that good was burned away, now a pile of ashes. Who knew what Theo was capable of? For all Hermione knew, she could be dead in the next few months, leaving Harry, Ron, Ginny and all her friends behind. Draco, would suffer just as much as her. That's when it hit Hermione, the realisation that there was only so much time left, not just because of Theo, but because death was unpredictable, yet it was a surety that her life could end any day now. Anyone's life could end any day now. Draco's life was no different. Hermione had never fully appreciated the time that she got to spend with her loved ones, but the sudden threat of a possible, continuing death eater, unblurred the line between life and death. She wanted to spend as much time with Draco as possible, wanted to restore her parents memories when it was time to unleash their daughter back on them, wanted to have a million sleepovers with Ginny and explore the castle grounds with Ron and Harry like the old days. Hermione knew that she couldn't do all this at that moment, but Draco was here with her and she would make the most of it.