There was something about Draco in the morning when he was just waking up that had Hermione completely at his mercy. The strands of his hair hung low in his face, only slightly obscuring the sleepy smirk that kissed his smokey silver eyes. Those eyes that were always trained on her. Those alone were enough to disarm her, but no, there was so much more. The heavy, lazy way his fingers and hands would explore her in the morning. His eyes drinking her in, leaving her center soaked and needy without so much as a word.