Hermione/Draco
“What are you doing?” She lifts her head, but the exhaustion of their evening takes over and she falls back onto the silk pillowcase.
He tucks her arm into the green jumper and gently pulls it over her head. “Wrapping my Christmas present.” He smirks, pulling a clean pair of joggers from his truck. “Lift up” He angles her hips up and ties a neat bow below her navel. Draco sits up on his knees, cradling her legs one by one over his lap, and pulls wool socks over her bare feet.
She hides her smile in the pillow. She thought maybe it was a one time thing. Tomorrow they’d go back to being Heads who work efficiently together. Nothing more. It’s when he gently tucks his covers around her she thinks it’s too much effort to go back to her room anyway.
When he kisses her temple and lays next to her, she’s sure she’ll gift him all of herself and ask only for all of him in return.