Hermione's P.O.V.
She grinned mischievously, and turned to walk away.
'Where did that come from?' She thought.
She glanced back over her shoulder, flashed him another quick smile, and exited the great hall.
She knew Hogwarts better than she knew her own home. She let her feet carry her through the main corridor, up the changing steps, past the portrait of the fat lady, and into a smaller, less traveled hallway. Professor McGonagall had given her directions earlier in the great hall. She walked into a dead end; there was nothing. She was told she could choose her own password, but there was no portrait there to take it. She just stared blankly at the brick wall in front of her.
She looked the wall up and down until she saw a small piece of parchment held up with spell-o-tape to her right. She pulled it off the wall. It read...
Touch the tip of your wand to the wall, and state your new password.
That didn't seem so difficult... she pulled her wand out of her robes, placed the tip of the wand to the center brick and said, "Draco."
The bricks in the wall shook. They turned and separated down the middle; they shifted and moved up into an archway. She was awed. She stepped through the opening and the bricks flew back into they're original places.
She turned to see... an open space. There wasn't really much. There was nothing but a fireplace. She looked around. It wasn't plain, it had potential. She saw two doors at the other end of her living space. Hermione assumed they led to the bathroom and closet.
The room was large, very large. She looked up to see the ceiling a good 14 feet over her head. She walked over to the fireplace, where her trunk was located. When she approached it, there was yet another piece of parchment spell-o-taped to it.
'The furnishings and accessories are up to you. You can decorate in
any way you feel comfortable. This room is meant as your living
quarters, change anything you feel necessary.
In case you had not already been informed, you are aloud to have
visitors, and you are aloud to le-
There was a loud swoosh and a flash of green light. He stepped out of the fireplace, as handsome as ever.
"Surprise." He said coolly with a large grin on his face.
Hermione was taken aback, she hadn't been expecting company. But she was smiling none the less. "What are you doing here, Draco?" She asked as he wrapped his strong arms around the small of her waist.
"I want the grand tour. Let's go explore."
"Yeah, okay."
They walked to the adjacent wall were the two doors were located. Hermione opened the first door and looked inside. This room was also very large. She walked into the bathroom and looked it up and down. There was a large bath in the middle of the room with taps lined all against one side. It was well in proportion to the size of the room, almost the size of a swimming pool. It reminded her of the prefect's bathroom on the third floor.
Draco followed her in silence.
They exited the grand bath and entered the second room. It was a closet. It was just a large room with racks along one side. Draco turned back outside the door "Locomotor trunk." The trunk floated into the closet. "Un-pack" he commanded. Her trunk flew open and her robes, shirts, pants, skirts, and intimates all put themselves away in the spaces intended for them.
They walked back out of the room. He once again held her close in his arms. It was hard to believe that they only just married two months ago.
"I'm home sick already." She said as she caressed his soft face. "I don't want to away from you-"
He kissed her softly. "You don't need to miss me; we can see each other anytime we want to."
She nodded.
"I want to help you make this feel more like home." He said. He looked around the room. "Do you want to start now?"
"What do you mean?"
He took out his wand and pointed it at the far side of the room "Appraro." He had conjured a beautiful cherry wood, four-poster bed.
'How come I didn't think about that...?' She scolded herself.
She pointed her wand at the bed. "Appraro." And the bed wrapped itself in light pink silk sheets, pillows grew at the head, and a white feather down comforter materialized a foot above the bed and billowed down onto it like a cloud.
They separated from they're embrace and Hermione continued to personalize her space.
When she was done, she stood against a wall and admired her work. There were hard wood floors, and a large crystal chandelier that did justice to the magnificent dome ceiling. She had conjured white leather couches and placed them strategically across from each other. There was a vanity mirror against one wall, and right next to it, a mahogany desk. Her living area was now her own.
"It's wonderful." She exclaimed
"You're wonderful." He whispered
He pulled her toward him, and held her close. She became lost in his embrace. The warmth, the feeling, was all overwhelming. She never wanted him to let go. He loosened his hold on her enough to lower his head down to meet hers. Their foreheads were touching, and they made eye contact.
Hermione reached her arms around his neck, and kissed him fully on the lips. His soft, sweet lips. He walked her backward, picked her up and placed her in the center of bed. He pulled away from her for a second. His eyes bored into her. He unbuttoned her robes from the top to the bottom. Then after, pulled his tee shirt over the top of his head, leaving his hair tousled.
He kissed her seductively, deeply, lovingly... and she kissed him back with the same enthusiasm.
"It's been so long..." Draco said into the kiss. Hermione paused.
"It's only been three days."
"Three days with out your touch is like an eternity in hell, my love. Your touch is like heaven-" but he was cut short
"Just shut up and kiss me." Hermione once again pressed her lips sweetly upon his.
She grinned mischievously, and turned to walk away.
'Where did that come from?' She thought.
She glanced back over her shoulder, flashed him another quick smile, and exited the great hall.
She knew Hogwarts better than she knew her own home. She let her feet carry her through the main corridor, up the changing steps, past the portrait of the fat lady, and into a smaller, less traveled hallway. Professor McGonagall had given her directions earlier in the great hall. She walked into a dead end; there was nothing. She was told she could choose her own password, but there was no portrait there to take it. She just stared blankly at the brick wall in front of her.
She looked the wall up and down until she saw a small piece of parchment held up with spell-o-tape to her right. She pulled it off the wall. It read...
Touch the tip of your wand to the wall, and state your new password.
That didn't seem so difficult... she pulled her wand out of her robes, placed the tip of the wand to the center brick and said, "Draco."
The bricks in the wall shook. They turned and separated down the middle; they shifted and moved up into an archway. She was awed. She stepped through the opening and the bricks flew back into they're original places.
She turned to see... an open space. There wasn't really much. There was nothing but a fireplace. She looked around. It wasn't plain, it had potential. She saw two doors at the other end of her living space. Hermione assumed they led to the bathroom and closet.
The room was large, very large. She looked up to see the ceiling a good 14 feet over her head. She walked over to the fireplace, where her trunk was located. When she approached it, there was yet another piece of parchment spell-o-taped to it.
'The furnishings and accessories are up to you. You can decorate in
any way you feel comfortable. This room is meant as your living
quarters, change anything you feel necessary.
In case you had not already been informed, you are aloud to have
visitors, and you are aloud to le-
There was a loud swoosh and a flash of green light. He stepped out of the fireplace, as handsome as ever.
"Surprise." He said coolly with a large grin on his face.
Hermione was taken aback, she hadn't been expecting company. But she was smiling none the less. "What are you doing here, Draco?" She asked as he wrapped his strong arms around the small of her waist.
"I want the grand tour. Let's go explore."
"Yeah, okay."
They walked to the adjacent wall were the two doors were located. Hermione opened the first door and looked inside. This room was also very large. She walked into the bathroom and looked it up and down. There was a large bath in the middle of the room with taps lined all against one side. It was well in proportion to the size of the room, almost the size of a swimming pool. It reminded her of the prefect's bathroom on the third floor.
Draco followed her in silence.
They exited the grand bath and entered the second room. It was a closet. It was just a large room with racks along one side. Draco turned back outside the door "Locomotor trunk." The trunk floated into the closet. "Un-pack" he commanded. Her trunk flew open and her robes, shirts, pants, skirts, and intimates all put themselves away in the spaces intended for them.
They walked back out of the room. He once again held her close in his arms. It was hard to believe that they only just married two months ago.
"I'm home sick already." She said as she caressed his soft face. "I don't want to away from you-"
He kissed her softly. "You don't need to miss me; we can see each other anytime we want to."
She nodded.
"I want to help you make this feel more like home." He said. He looked around the room. "Do you want to start now?"
"What do you mean?"
He took out his wand and pointed it at the far side of the room "Appraro." He had conjured a beautiful cherry wood, four-poster bed.
'How come I didn't think about that...?' She scolded herself.
She pointed her wand at the bed. "Appraro." And the bed wrapped itself in light pink silk sheets, pillows grew at the head, and a white feather down comforter materialized a foot above the bed and billowed down onto it like a cloud.
They separated from they're embrace and Hermione continued to personalize her space.
When she was done, she stood against a wall and admired her work. There were hard wood floors, and a large crystal chandelier that did justice to the magnificent dome ceiling. She had conjured white leather couches and placed them strategically across from each other. There was a vanity mirror against one wall, and right next to it, a mahogany desk. Her living area was now her own.
"It's wonderful." She exclaimed
"You're wonderful." He whispered
He pulled her toward him, and held her close. She became lost in his embrace. The warmth, the feeling, was all overwhelming. She never wanted him to let go. He loosened his hold on her enough to lower his head down to meet hers. Their foreheads were touching, and they made eye contact.
Hermione reached her arms around his neck, and kissed him fully on the lips. His soft, sweet lips. He walked her backward, picked her up and placed her in the center of bed. He pulled away from her for a second. His eyes bored into her. He unbuttoned her robes from the top to the bottom. Then after, pulled his tee shirt over the top of his head, leaving his hair tousled.
He kissed her seductively, deeply, lovingly... and she kissed him back with the same enthusiasm.
"It's been so long..." Draco said into the kiss. Hermione paused.
"It's only been three days."
"Three days with out your touch is like an eternity in hell, my love. Your touch is like heaven-" but he was cut short
"Just shut up and kiss me." Hermione once again pressed her lips sweetly upon his.