warning! short makeout scene!
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Draco woke up, his eyelids fluttering open and closed against the sun streaming in through the window. He felt something shift next to him.
He looked over, staying still with his heart pounding. But he wasn't disappointed with what he saw. His fiancée lay sleeping on the pillow next to him, her head tucked into the crook of his neck and her arm over his chest with her legs entangled with his.
A grin spread over his pointed features, looking down at the girl next to him. Her wavy, borderline curly, locks spread around the pillow she lay on, framing her angular face perfectly. Her brown hair looked like chocolate to Draco, except it had hints of carmel in the sun. Her sharp jawline led up to the height of her cheekbones. He studied her thick eyebrows, and the little hairs she worked to trim thanks to her friend's nagging. He couldn't help trailing a hand down her cheeks, counting each freckle on her nose and studying the rosy tint of the morning glow. His eyes followed the arch of her nose to her soft, full lips. Slowly, her eyes fluttered open, squinting for a moment at the bright sun.
After a minute, she looked up at her soon-to-be-husband, a smile spreading over her pretty features. Draco couldn't help the smirk on his face.
"Morning," he whispered, leaning to kiss her forehead.
"Good morning," Hermione smiled. He finally got to study her eyes. Like the color of worn sea glass in a small stream. Or a golden sunset of their own when the light hit them; rings of onyx in an eclipse. Or ponds of amber and copper with pools of honey and sprinkles of sage.
"How'd you sleep?" Draco asked sitting up a little.
Hermione groaned. "Not that good. Your snoring kept me up."
"I don't snore, Granger." Draco smirked a little. "Maybe you just need to stop running your mouth."
"Make me," Hermione smirked, staring right back at him as his eyebrows raised.
He reached over, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her onto his lap with a boyish grin. "Deal," he grinned. He reached up, sliding the collar of his shirt she wore down her small shoulders. Hermione sighed, letting him place feathery kisses up her collarbone and up her neck.
He trailed his kisses up to her jaw, slowly following the line until he was kissing her chin.
"Draco," Hermione murmured, sighing. Draco pulled back for a split second to admire the adoration and pleasure adorned on her features. "Please."
He chuckled wryly, taking her chin to softly plant his lips on hers as they both inhaled quickly through their noses at the feeling.
She moved her lips in sync with his, his movements timed perfectly. From the sliding of his hands up the back of her thighs where he held her to his breathing in the same pattern as hers.
Their hearts started racing. Draco began to lift her (his?) shirt off of her, revealing a simple red bra. He kissed back down her neck, finding a soft spot to gently leave a love bite.
"'MIONE!" a boyish voice called from the hall.
Draco fell back with a groan. "Damn it."
"Coming, Harry!" Hermione yelled, turning back to Draco. She leaned down, placing her lips on his to give him a long, sensual kiss. "Looks like we'll have to pick up here later."
Draco whimpered, smashing his lips to hers, clashing their teeth, and their tongues fighting,
"HERMIONE!"
"Bloody hell, I hate him," she muttered, standing up.
