i love you to death ♡ (dramione)

t h r e e

Hermione's POV -

I woke up and was about to get up to make myself a hot cup of tea when I realized that I had a strong arm wrapped around me and that my back was against something warm.

I turned over, to find out that it was Draco, in my bed next to me, and I was leaning against his bare chest.

Merlin, He looked hot.

His eyes slowly started to open, and when he saw me, he gave me that trademark Malfoy smirk of his.

"Checking me out, Granger?" He said.

"W-what? No." I stammered.

When I finally got myself together, I said: "You're the one who came into my bed."

"Are you sure about that?" He asked. "Or did you maybe come into mine, because you wanted me so much?"

"I did not," I respond back.

He just kept smirking at me, until I broke free of him. I didn't want to leave. He was so warm, so secure. I felt like nothing bad would happen to me when I was with him. I felt safe...

I went to the kitchen to make some tea, and I groaned when I realized that they were out of my favorite. Chamomile. I looked in all of the other cabinets, but I still couldn't find any.

I looked at the paper that Mrs.McGonagall gave to me, and read what I had to give Draco in the morning.

It said 'The dish in the refrigerator'.

I looked inside the refrigerator, to find that there was only one dish in there, and if wasn't pretty... It was a bowl of slop and cold, hard, burnt pieces of meat. yuck.

"Well, I guess I'll just have to make you something myself", I say. "Because this is truly disgusting."

"Aww, Granger wants to cook for me? It's almost as if you're my wife." He says, and I turn beet red.

Then I realize what he said, and found a clever remark to respond back to him. I laugh and say. "So you see me as a wife?? Interesting..." and when I turn around, I find that it was his turn to blush.

I giggled.

"No!! That's not what I meant." He said. "And Besides, nobody would want to marry a—"

My smile turned into a frown, and before he could finish his sentence, I cut him off, and said,

"Mudblood, right? Is that what you were going to say? 'Nobody would want to marry a filthy mudblood'"

"Actually, I was just going to say, 'a know-it-all.'" He said, surprising me, so much that I almost gasped.

"Oh." Is all I managed to get out.

I turned around and began to make him some chicken noodle soup, and a mashed potato purée.

Once I was finished, I went over to him, and gave him his 'breakfast in bed'.

"Eat with me." He said.

"No, thanks, I'm fine. I'll just eat later," I said.

"Granger, It wasn't a question." He said, with a matter of fact tone.

I rolled my eyes at him and sighed at my defeat. "Fine."

I got an extra spoon and went back to his bed.

He moved over to the side, making some room for me to sit beside him. I sat a few inches away from him, and he moved closer to me so that our bodies were touching. He still hadn't put a shirt on, and he was warm as ever.

We began to eat the soup, and he moaned. "Wow. This is some good soup."

I laughed at him, and said "What?!?! Have you never had chicken noodle soup before?"

He sat there in silence, and I gasped.

"Seriously?! Your mother has never made you soup before? Not even when you were sick, or just... well, ever?"

"No, I guess not." He said quietly.

"Oh.." I replied back.

We ate the rest of the soup together, in silence. Not the awkward type of silence, though, but more like it was calm and serene. It was quite nice, actually.

After we're done eating, I got up and washed the dishes, as he watched me.

I looked behind me, at him, and said "Stop looking at my butt Malfoy!!" As I rolled my eyes.

He began to laugh, and then dramatically put his hand against his chest, and said, "me?!?! Never!!"

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It was finally the afternoon, when I said, "You know, Draco, we still have to do homework."

He groaned. "Seriously?!?! But I'm injured!! I have an excuse! Why do I still have to do homework?!?!"

I giggled. "Mrs. McGonagall put it on the list of things you need to do."

I took out a stack of papers, that was at least a foot tall, and slammed then onto the bed, next to where he sat.

He groaned again.

"That's at least five times as much homework as I usually get!! You must be joking!"

"Nope!" I say as I laugh.

I leave the room, for about ten minutes, and when I come back I see that he had gotten about ten pages done.

"Oh, by the way, I was only joking... You don't actually have any homework. I just wanted to see your face!" I say and giggle. "and by the way, it was TOTALLY worth it!"

"Are you serious?!?!" He says.

He takes a look at the blank pages, and he picks up at least 40 of the pages and throws them directly at me.

They all go flying around the room.

I jump up in surprise, and gasp.

I walk up to him, pick up the rest of the pages, and say "oops!!" As I 'accidentally' sprinkle them onto him.

"You know, Mion— I mean, Granger, you're going to have to clean this up!" He says, still laughing.

Did he almost call me Mione?!?! It was actually kind of cute...

"In your dreams!! You're the one who started it!" I say.

"Well, you're in charge of me!" He responds back.

I groan. "Whatever. You should probably go to bed."

He glances over at the clock, and says "It's only 4:30!!"

"Well then, what do you suggest that we do??" I ask.

"Why don't we play a game??" He says and smirks. "So we can get to know each other a little better."

"Okay. Sure." I say and smile.

He pushes the papers off of the bed and makes room for me to sit.

I get onto the bed, and under the covers, with him.

He comes closer to me, so we're almost touching, but not exactly. It's almost as if he's hesitant or something...

I lean closer to him and put my head on his shoulder.

"So, what do you want to play?" I ask him.