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She lay on her back, starlight streaming against mousey brown hair streaked with butterscotch, carelessly splaying out around her head. He traced the line from her hair line, down the curve of her forehead, over her perfect nose, and all the way down to her lips, where his eyes chose to linger for a little longer.
She turned her head to face him. "What?" she asked, a smile forming on her face.
Draco shrugged, leaning towards her as best as he could on his back and planted a small kiss upon the tip of her nose.
"Nothin'," he smiled.
"Alright," she laughed, turning back. Suddenly, her arm shot up in a familiar motion. The same one she used in the classroom. "See those stars right there? The ones at the end of my finger."
It looked like the big dipper, but mirrored. Also, instead of a short handle, it had a long tail that twisted and curved about the sky. It was beautiful, and twinkled like fairy lights.
"Yes, darling, I do."
Hermione, a blush caressing her features adorably, replied, "That's Draco, or Dragon in English."
"I'm prettier than it, though," he smirked. His blond hair fell over his forehead, tickling his eyebrows. He brushed it away, keeping his eye on his namesake.
Hermione chuckled wryly, replying, "Yes, you are."
