Romantic Kiss
Romantic Kiss, challenge #7 from
dramionedrabble.
He led her outside after a meeting one afternoon, stretching his neck in hopes of ridding himself of the stiffness that had settled there during McGonagall’s speech. The Headmistress took her duties much more seriously than he thought she should, and the ramifications of her tendency to speak at length were a sore neck and a desire for quiet time with his wife.
As they slowly walked across the Hogwarts’ grounds, Draco squeezed her hand gently, an expression of affection that had become a habit over the past ten years. He stopped when they stood underneath an old tree that held many memories from their last year at Hogwarts as students. He gestured considerately for her to sit beneath its branches, his lips curving wryly as he remembered the first time they had met under the tree. Once she had seated herself, he joined her and slid his arm around her waist as she curled up against him, their bodies warming each other in the cool autumn air.
They watched the lake for a while without speaking, content to unwind and enjoy the beauty of light on the water and the reflections of the trees on its surface, broken every so often by the movements of the Giant Squid, who was spending the lazy autumn afternoon entertaining himself by sticking his tentacles out of the water and then letting them fall back in with a muted splash.
Between the work that they did for the school and raising their two young children, Draco and Hermione had very little time to spend relaxing, especially without being interrupted by someone with a question for the Deputy Headmaster or the Transfiguration professor.
So they sat together under the tree where she had once sat alone before his gift of distraction had claimed her attention and convinced-well, threatened-her to abandon her book for an early afternoon swim. Looking back, Draco realized that he had not meant to take advantage of the situation-the urge to kiss her had just come so naturally, and he had given into it without a thought of the problems that could have resulted.
Now, looking down at his wife’s curls tenderly, he was extremely glad that he had gone along with the instinct that had led him to kiss her that day. Of course, he added silently with an inner grin, that was because it had worked out.
“Hermione?” he asked softly, sliding his free arm around her waist. She glanced up at him, eyes soft with memories, and turned into him, laying her head fully on his chest. Draco kissed the top of her head where it fit right under his chin, and the feeling of her body resting so trustingly against his sent shivers of joy up his spine, even after ten years.
She felt the shiver run through him and sat up slowly, tilting her head up to meet his gaze as she leaned forward and pressed her lips to his.
“I love you, Draco Malfoy.”
“That’s good, Hermione, because I love you, too.”
They stayed outside for nearly an hour, enjoying each other’s company and the remembrances of the quiet place that had formed them over the years.
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dramionedrabble.
He led her outside after a meeting one afternoon, stretching his neck in hopes of ridding himself of the stiffness that had settled there during McGonagall’s speech. The Headmistress took her duties much more seriously than he thought she should, and the ramifications of her tendency to speak at length were a sore neck and a desire for quiet time with his wife.
As they slowly walked across the Hogwarts’ grounds, Draco squeezed her hand gently, an expression of affection that had become a habit over the past ten years. He stopped when they stood underneath an old tree that held many memories from their last year at Hogwarts as students. He gestured considerately for her to sit beneath its branches, his lips curving wryly as he remembered the first time they had met under the tree. Once she had seated herself, he joined her and slid his arm around her waist as she curled up against him, their bodies warming each other in the cool autumn air.
They watched the lake for a while without speaking, content to unwind and enjoy the beauty of light on the water and the reflections of the trees on its surface, broken every so often by the movements of the Giant Squid, who was spending the lazy autumn afternoon entertaining himself by sticking his tentacles out of the water and then letting them fall back in with a muted splash.
Between the work that they did for the school and raising their two young children, Draco and Hermione had very little time to spend relaxing, especially without being interrupted by someone with a question for the Deputy Headmaster or the Transfiguration professor.
So they sat together under the tree where she had once sat alone before his gift of distraction had claimed her attention and convinced-well, threatened-her to abandon her book for an early afternoon swim. Looking back, Draco realized that he had not meant to take advantage of the situation-the urge to kiss her had just come so naturally, and he had given into it without a thought of the problems that could have resulted.
Now, looking down at his wife’s curls tenderly, he was extremely glad that he had gone along with the instinct that had led him to kiss her that day. Of course, he added silently with an inner grin, that was because it had worked out.
“Hermione?” he asked softly, sliding his free arm around her waist. She glanced up at him, eyes soft with memories, and turned into him, laying her head fully on his chest. Draco kissed the top of her head where it fit right under his chin, and the feeling of her body resting so trustingly against his sent shivers of joy up his spine, even after ten years.
She felt the shiver run through him and sat up slowly, tilting her head up to meet his gaze as she leaned forward and pressed her lips to his.
“I love you, Draco Malfoy.”
“That’s good, Hermione, because I love you, too.”
They stayed outside for nearly an hour, enjoying each other’s company and the remembrances of the quiet place that had formed them over the years.
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