Draco chuckled and sat down on his chair and pulled Hermione to sit on his lap. “What made you want to make a cake?” He asked her curiously and picked the slice up.
Hermione placed her arm over Draco’s shoulder, her fingers playing with the ends of his hair absently. “I didn’t have much to do,” she shrugged. “Scorpius is sleeping and the house was quiet so I filled it up with the smell of chocolate,” she smiled. “I tried not to ruin it and used a basic packet mix this time so you’re completely safe.”
Draco nodded and gave Hermione a smile then let his hand drop down from her neck to find her hand. “Yeah. Sorry about before, I didn’t really taste it,” he said and then walked with her to the kitchen.
"For the better, you took the burnt bit," Hermione shrugged with a grin.
OMG THE THUNDER SCARED ME WOOOOH
It feels like it’s 7pm outside because the clouds are that dark and it gives the impression Armageddon is upon us and I am oh so giddy!
Draco took one hand off of her cheek and the other moved down, his thumb caressing her neck softly.
Hermione’s hands dropped from his waist and she looked up at him. “Do you wanna finish off your cake?”
and judys probs giving birth!!!1
soo much wow
Ahshhdrbns OMG JERSEYLICIOUS was sooooo good I can’t hold
Myself omg I want to watch the second episode but ugh it’s next week but skfmfmm Frankie got engaged to that rat Brooklyn ugh my frank and Gigi will never come alive and ANSNNDRN I knew Jackie was useless she’s vindictive and mean and skfmfmm Gigi looks so good with her nose and Tracy is still rude and I want to know what happens
In the moment that he didn’t receive an answer straight away, Draco opened his eyes to look at her. “Don’t be sorry,” he told her, since he would be continuing this later that night. “It’s fine,” he said and kissed her once more.
Hermione nodded in a soundless relief and pressed her lips against his once again for that extra reassurance.
For the time that they were kissing, both their eyes closed, Draco felt completely relaxed in kissing Hermione back. His eyebrows furrowed when he felt her pull away slightly, but he didn’t open his eyes. “I don’t care about my beer,” he said back. “Do you want to stop?”
Hermione hesitated. Would he completely forget about this if she denies him?… She nodded, albeit with reluctance. “We have to go to the plaza,” she murmured, “I’m sorry.”
Draco felt no hesitation or pause from Hermione when she kissed him back, and he wondered if he really had been neglecting her without realising. He felt her fingers curl into his shirt and he deepened the kiss by running his tongue along the seam of her lips.
Hermione lips parted willingly and she slipped her tongue into his parted lips before mingling it against his, lazily running it over his teeth then back on his tongue. Her head turned to one side and she pressed her lips with a build up of brass with every second passing. She realized where they were standing and the fact it was still broad daylight, Scorpius would be awake and—and, “your beer is getting warm,” she murmured against his lips with a genuine frown.