Chapter 15
Go to Switzerland they said….get a cabin, it'll be romantic they said.
Do the gods-be- damned muggle ski bull shite and let yourself go falling down a mountain.
It's like flying you'll love it.
Nope.
Now, as the snow is piling up high around the small cabin, the temperature is dropping and Draco is staring at the bundle of blankets and hair that is his wife. Somehow she'd managed to accumulate all the blankets on the bed.
There were no extras, he'd checked. Twice.
He'd figured out the phone to call the front desk of the resort. No one answered. Cursing them all under his breath, he's made tea and considered all his options.
Right. There was nothing else for it. He would wake Hermione and demand she share the blankets.
"Granger….Granger…" he pushed a stray curl from her face. Her freckled cheeks were reddened from being outside and there was something undeniably peaceful in her expression. Ignoring the summons, she turned over, taking every last blanket with her.
Draco summoned his coat from the other room, cast several warming charms over it, and curled up next to Hermione under it.
Still worth it.