As winter gave way to a grey, wet spring, Hermione and Draco (for he was certainly Draco now) developed a new routine, which involved spending a good part of each day together. On occasion, they would wake in Draco’s bed, which invariably led to slow, sweet morning sex and breakfast, followed by work in the potions lab. On other days, they’d rise from their own beds, spending the morning on their own pursuits before meeting up for lunch. Hermione’s baking lessons had dwindled as she’d exhausted Tippy’s vast knowledge of different sweets, but she had managed on one rainy morning to wrangle Draco into learning how to make apple turnovers, his favourite. More often than not, however, Draco would have to track her down in the library and escort her to the conservatory to take a break for their midday meal, and after they ate they’d take a turn about the gardens, their hips bumping as they walked close enough to be covered by the same shield charm that served as an umbrella.