Chapter 14
The fire crackled away, melting the layer of cold that had settled around the cabin while they were out. Hermione was changed in dry pajamas, with both feet propped up on coffee with a giant tome in her lap.
A Granger in her natural habitat.
One foot turned around and around as she read and Draco could not tear his eyes from it.
Bright blue knit socks with smiling snowmen on them. Some of the snowmen had black top hats and some pink beanies and scarves. Hideous and tacky. An affront to clothing everywhere.
"What are you wearing?" Draco asked, unable to turn away from the awful patterned footwear before him. She looked down to the pajamas, pulling on the top and frowning, then down to her feet.
"Oh. They're cute and comfortable and there's nothing wrong with them." She turned her attention back to the book in her lap.
"They're an insult to decent hardworking socks everywhere, Granger. You should pitch them in the fire immediately."
She clicked her tongue. "Don't be so dramatic."
He sat down next to her, arm around her shoulders, pulling her legs into his lap, one hand tracing a pattern up her calf and other tugging at the curls at the back of her head.
The book snapped shut again. "What are you trying to do here, Malfoy? " He tugged her to be straddling his lap as his lips skated across every patch of skin he could get to.
"Trying to convince you to take your clothes off," he admitted, smirking against her neck as his hands now ghosted over ribs.
Biting her lip in thought, she rocked her hips against his, letting out her own smirk at the obvious arousal on his part. "Fine. Everything but the socks."
"Fine. Everything but the socks."