"I'm shaving that off tomorrow," she said decidedly as she pulled away and licked her prickled lips, and Draco smirked with silent amusement. Hermione nuzzled her face back against his cheek despite the stubble she complained of, and sighed loudly in his ear. Merlin, he had fucking missed this. This wriggling, hair-in-his-face, breath-in-his-ear and yet somehow perfect cuddling in bed, and the heavy warmth of her draped half over him, and her insatiable curiosity. Or more accurately; her nosiness.