The little couch in her apartment had been home to weekly movie nights for she and Harry for months now and Hermione had unfortunately taken to falling asleep during some of them. Running (and creating) her own department at the Ministry had her run off her feet and it was no question that being at Harry's side gave her an opportunity to rest. She woke to the sounds of the final scene of the film they'd had on, and she flushed slightly pink in the cheeks when she realised that her head had come to rest on Harry’s shoulder.
She shifted at little where she lay and had the decency to look sheepish, though when Harry turned once he’d obviously notice that she’d stirred, she felt an open fondness for him that she hadn’t allowed to surface since her teens. Tentatively, she shifted upward and dared to brush her lips delicately over his, basking in the darkness and the light that was entirely thanks to the television still playing in the background. ❝ Harry- ❞