Hermione watched as the sun slowly made its way above the horizon in the distance. She adjusted her seat on the large windowsill that had the best view in the house. She wanted to feel the first rays of the sun on her cheeks this morning. Draco was still asleep, as he was most mornings, while she rose before the sun on most days. Though it wasn't always her fault. He conceded this and only pressed more kisses into her skin whenever he had the chance. And he always found a chance or possibility to do so.