‘How’re you feeling Granger? Have you still got a fever? Mother has made soup as she heard you’re poorly’.
She would never grow old of Draco expressing his concern for her. His love language of choice - alongside the praise he knew she craved. Considering they were war babies it should not be a surprise, but she revelled in it every time it happened regardless.
‘I’m better today, much better.’ Hermione lied but she couldn’t take much more coddling from the Malfoy’s. Yes she loved the thought but the actual smothering she could not handle. And Narcissa Malfoy was the OG smother. ‘Bring the soup and just come over please?’ She pleaded.
‘No no no Granger, if you’re feeling better then I have plans for us. Get your cute muggle jeans on and be ready for an adventure.’ The floo call ended and she wished she had asked how to dress or where they were going.
She opted for jeans, a sweater and some Chelsea boots, and was just zipping up her jacket as Draco apparated into her front room. She smelled him before she could see him, wearing the muggle Versace aftershave she adored so much.
‘You look heavenly Granger.’ She felt her neck and cheeks blush at his compliment. ‘Ready to go?’ Hand-in-hand they walked out onto Diagon Alley.
Draco took Hermione to all of her favourite places - Flourish and Blotts first before heading into muggle London to wander around the Barbican Library and getting their favourite take away coffee as a last port of call. She was ready to head back to her flat or to the library at Malfoy manor, she wasn’t fussed. As long as there was a cosy space to get into her new books.
‘Hold on tight sweetness.’ Draco enveloped her in a bear hug before side-by-side apparating to the edge of the Malfoy estate. A picnic was set up on the edge of the water with her favourite cakes and a warming charm already cast above them.
As Hermione bit into the iced ginger cake, took a swill of her coffee and opened her new book, she cast a glance at Draco doing the same. She realised that she really did feel better. She just wished Draco had remembered Narcissa’s tasty chicken noodle soup.