Hermione shifted, feeling the silk bedding smoothly fold around her skin. She was already half-awake, but it felt so warm and comfortable that she wanted to stretch out the feeling. Her birthday didn’t feel like something she was supposed to celebrate. A part of her struggled to get rid of a guilty sensation that sunk deep into her guts. If only she could stay here for the rest of the day without having to show her face to anyone. Perhaps except Draco, but that was it. Hermione felt the mattress behind her sink under the weight of his body. Moments later a soft kiss was left on her cheek. She turned around and opened her eyes just the tiniest bit. A smile escaped from her lips. She couldn’t help herself but do it every time that she saw him.