Draco was asleep; it had been an… exhausting evening. Hermione figured she could sneak out to grab a glass of water. She deftly threw on the long-sleeved white henley Draco had been wearing that day. She loved the hint of his warmth and scent it still held. Light footsteps took her into the kitchen. No sooner had she finished her refreshment, she felt strong hands grasp her shoulders.

"I distinctly remember telling you we were staying in bed until Monday morning," he breathed into her neck. His accusation settled low in her belly.

Hermione turned around and was pleased to see that Draco had not put on anything to find her. She grazed her fingertips along both sides of his abdomen to rest in the delicious divots of his hips.

"Just needed a drink, sweetie. I was coming right back."

Warm fingers drew up her thighs to her arse, lifting her on the worktop.

"Well, since we're here-" his sentence was cut off as Hermione pulled Draco into her by his neck and fused her mouth to his.

Draco wasted no time and used her hip and lower back to thrust her onto himself. His grunt of satisfaction and her pleased moan reverberated off the tiled surfaces around them. He pulled back slightly to begin pounding into her. Her teeth tugged on his lower lip before she moved to kiss along his jaw and neck.

"Sweet fucking Merlin, love," he groaned lowly, continung his powerful pace. "I will absolutely never tire of seeing your perfect bum peeking out from under my shirt while you strut about the house." He could feel Hermione's lips curve up into a smile at his cheek as she carded her fingertips down the back of his hair. She never tired of hearing him say that.