you are my other half - dramione

"Morning."

-Room of Requirement-

Hermione had decorated the room perfectly, the sofa, the fireplace, and the muggle music.

"Well, I'm really sorry Hermione. I did not know that they were going to be there."

"Draco, it's fine. Now let me show you what I had planned." He looked confused but nodded his head.

Hermione walked over to the sofa and pulled out the cassette tape recorder with the mix.

"Music?" He asked. She nodded.

He took off his tie and threw it on the bed. He walked up to the recorder and pressed play. Hermione took his jacket off and put it on the sofa. She rested her hands on his shoulders and his fell onto her waist.

The slow music started playing and Hermione rested her face in Dracos chest.

"I love you." He said.

Hermione looked up. "I love you more."

"Not possible." He laughed and pulled her closer.

She buried her face in his chest, she felt safe, as though nobody could hurt her.

They sway from side to side for hours on end while the cassette tape played on loop, and they only went to sleep once the music players battery died.

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-The next morning-

Draco stirred as sunshine poured through the window and down onto that sofa-bed.

He felt something tickled his nose, and when he opened his eyes, he realized it was one of Hermiones brown curls.

Waking up next to Hermione was the best feeling in the world, the feeling that he actually got sleep, good sleep next to the one he loved most.

Draco put his arms on Hermiones waist and pulled her closer to him. She stirred and turned around.

Eyes still shut, Hermione nestled her head in Dracos chest and whispered: "Good morning."

"Morning." Draco said.

Draco pulled the thick blanket up closer to his face, it was quite cold because the fire had died.

Draco recalled memories from the night before, dancing until there was no more music to dance to.

"Draco what time is it?" She asked, rubbing her eyes.

Draco looked around, there was a tiny clock above a bookshelf. It read 7:46am.

"It's 7:46 my love. Go back to sleep."

Even though he wanted to get up, what he wanted to do more was to please Hermione. So if that meant letting her get an extra hour or two of sleep, that's what he would do.

"I don't want to sleep." She said. "I'm awake now. Can you hand me my shoes?"

Draco rolled over to the other side of the bed and looked on the ground, but it wasn't their shoes and his tuxedo jacket he saw.

"Uh Hermione? Is the room of requirement supposed to change our cloths?" He asked.

Hermione sleepily responded: "I think that it gives you what you need. Do we each have weekend cloths there?"

Draco nodded and Hermione rolled over to him and tried to grab her things, but Draco handed them to her.

Draco exited the warm comfort of the bedding and picked up his cloths. He had a pair of jeans, a plain white shirt and a jean jacket.