Their daily routine was nothing to write newspaper articles about, but it was a life. They each found something to occupy their time. Draco had taken to cooking without magic. Hermione researched the entire day, trying to puzzle out a way to remove the brand herself. She usually sat on the kitchen counter, buried in a book, while Draco busied himself inventing new recipes. Every few minutes, they had to stop what they were doing and get lost in each other, kiss deeply and grab at each other, or the pain would reach an unbearable threshold again. They hugged for minutes on end, listening to each other’s heartbeat. And of course, they ended up fucking on the kitchen floor multiple times a day.