“tired, soooo tired,” Hermione muttered as she slid into bed. “Why are meetings?”
Pansy pushed her glasses up her nose, and tugged the duvet up so it covered Hermione’s shoulders. “You live for meetings, darling.”
“Not with the Andorran ambassador. He’s very boring.” Hermione said, through a yawn. She snuggled down under the duvet, and curled around Pansy so her head was resting on Pansy’s upper arm, and one arm was across Pansy’s stomach. “You’re very warm.”
“I have been in bed for hours.” Pansy said gleefully. “Whilst you were laughing politely at anecdotes I was drinking tea and reading this gloriously silly book.”
“Enjoying it then,” Hermione said into Pansy’s side and Pansy shivered as Hermione’s breath ghosted over her skin.
“There is nothing not to enjoy. The main character has just escaped from prison by pretending to be dead, and managed to not drown. I’m not convinced he isn’t a wizard.” Pansy closed the book, and flicked the light off. She shimmied down under the duvet so she could curl around Hermione. She dropped a kiss on the top of her head, and then reached down to hold the hand that was splayed over her stomach.
“I love you, you workaholic,” Pansy said, and let Hermione’s breathing ease her into sleep.
Pansy and Hermione, tired snuggling, 200 words, PG.
Pansy pushed her glasses up her nose, and tugged the duvet up so it covered Hermione’s shoulders. “You live for meetings, darling.”
“Not with the Andorran ambassador. He’s very boring.” Hermione said, through a yawn. She snuggled down under the duvet, and curled around Pansy so her head was resting on Pansy’s upper arm, and one arm was across Pansy’s stomach. “You’re very warm.”
“I have been in bed for hours.” Pansy said gleefully. “Whilst you were laughing politely at anecdotes I was drinking tea and reading this gloriously silly book.”
“Enjoying it then,” Hermione said into Pansy’s side and Pansy shivered as Hermione’s breath ghosted over her skin.
“There is nothing not to enjoy. The main character has just escaped from prison by pretending to be dead, and managed to not drown. I’m not convinced he isn’t a wizard.” Pansy closed the book, and flicked the light off. She shimmied down under the duvet so she could curl around Hermione. She dropped a kiss on the top of her head, and then reached down to hold the hand that was splayed over her stomach.
“I love you, you workaholic,” Pansy said, and let Hermione’s breathing ease her into sleep.