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She woke the next morning snuggled into warm sheets with her head firmly supported by soft pillows. Blinking awake, she stared up at a green canopy speckled with daylight. She was in Draco's room still.

She whipped her head to the side and discovered that half of the delicious warmth was due to Draco's arm across her waist and his head on her shoulder.

Her chin brushed the hair on top of his head, the strands fluttering with her surprised breath. He curled himself tighter around her middle, bringing his hips in contact with her thigh, and her eyes widened to feel his morning erection. The hand on her waist slid under her jumper, and she stifled a gasp.

Hermione bit back a smile. So this was what waking up next to Draco Malfoy was like. She brought her fingers to his hair and drifted through the locks, relishing the feeling of his every exhale.

She felt it the moment he woke up. His fingers twitched against her stomach, and his breath caught in his throat. He lifted his head just an inch.

"Sorry." His voice was scratchy and deep. "I didn't mean to…"

And before she could stop him, his hand was lifting off her stomach, his hips pulling away from hers. He leaned up on his arm and stared down at her. There was a pattern etched into his face from where he'd slept on her knit jumper.

"I'm sorry I fell asleep here." He shook his head, like it was no trouble. "You didn't have to… I mean, I could have been moved back to my own room."

He blinked down at her. "Yes. Sorry, I should have… I just…"

And his words from yesterday morning floated back to her:

This isn't how I wanted to wake up with you.

She bit her lip, and his gaze was drawn down to her mouth. She watched his eyes grow heated before she pushed up on one elbow and placed one hand on his neck, guiding their lips together.

Their mouths were tentative, brushing softly with barely-there sighs. His hand returned to her waist, and she let out a quiet moan. Her fingers tangled in his hair, running patterns across his scalp as his tongue slipped between her lips.

She whispered his name into his mouth and sat up, tugging her jumper off. He watched in stupefied wonder as she leaned over him, kissing him again and rolling him onto his back.

His hands roved over her spine, playing with her bra clasp, as if he was afraid to undress her. She huffed and sat up again, reaching behind her back to unclasp it. He licked his lips as her breasts were freed.

She tossed the covers away and lifted her thigh over his hips, straddling him, but then looked down to her comfortable sleep clothes in confusion. She'd been wearing jeans—

"I transfigured them. I promise," Draco said hastily.

She glanced back up at him. He was having trouble keeping his eyes off her breasts.