“I’ll cook for you, Hermione.” Harry closed the remaining space between them. His hand that was holding hers moved behind her and rested on the small of her back. He placed his other hand flat against her cheek and cradled her face. His gaze was so intense, it caused blood to rush to her cheeks. “If it’s the last thing I do, I will cook for you.” He promised.

When Draco Malfoy had RSVP’d for Hermione’s annual Hallowe’en party with a plus one, everyone was curious to see who it would be. But, when he arrives, he’s with someone no on expected.

Harry and Hermione share a lazy Sunday morning