A Dramione Christmas Drabble

Hermione was sitting on the sofa, her back nestled into Draco's chest. She held a mug of hot chocolate in her hands, using it to warm them from the cold. It had been a long day running errands and purchasing last minute Christmas gifts and she was more than glad to be home with her love, enjoying a quiet evening in front of the fire. She hummed contentedly and wiggled in her seat, intent on adjusting herself to a more comfortable position while tucking her bare feet casually under Draco's thigh.

"Merlin woman, did you cast a freezing charm on those things?" he said as he winced from the abrupt contact.

She spun slightly so they were almost nose to nose, smiling devilishly and wiggled her toes again.

"They are a tad chilly," she replied, "it's quite lucky you're here to warm them up."

He scoffed and rolled his eyes, doing his best to hide an amused glint from her. "Quite lucky indeed. You torture me with your abnormally cold feet and you do it on purpose."

"I would never! I'm much too Gryffindor to do anything as Slytherin as that. Besides," she said as she leaned forward a fraction, closing the gap between them, "you like it when we snuggle. You're a big softie."

"I may be a softie, but you," he said, voice dropping to a whisper, "have marshmallow on your lip."

Hermione moved to wipe away the mess when Draco caught her hand with his free one.

"Not to worry, love," he breathed, eyes dropping to her lips, "I'll take care of it."