DYLAN
I wake up slowly, the warmth of Hermione still pressed against me, her soft breath against my skin. The clock reads 11:00 AM, and for the first time in a long time, I feel no rush to get up and start the day. I could stay here forever, right beside her, wrapped up in the comfort of her presence.
Her hair is tangled, a soft mess that falls across the pillow, and for a moment, I just watch her, captivated by how peaceful she looks.
But then the thought of the day ahead begins to creep into my mind, and I know I can't waste time. I reach over, gently brushing a strand of hair from her face, then place a light kiss on her forehead.
"Hey," I whisper softly, my lips still close to her skin.
She stirs slightly but doesn't wake immediately, her eyes fluttering open as I kiss her again—this time on the lips. The sensation sends a rush of warmth through me, a familiar sense of belonging, like she's mine.
"Morning," I murmured, my voice hushed. "It's late, but it's still morning, right?"
She blinks a few times, clearly still half-asleep, her lips curling into a sleepy smile. "You're here," she says, her voice thick with sleep, and I can't help but grin.
"Of course, I'm here," I reply, my fingers gently tracing the curve of her jaw. "I couldn't sleep without my girlfriend beside me."
She raises an eyebrow, clearly surprised by my words. "I can't believe you showed up at my place at 6 AM just to cuddle," she says with a soft laugh, her voice laced with disbelief. "You really missed me that much?"
I smile, the answer as easy as breathing. "More than I can explain." I lean in, kissing her again, this time a little deeper. "I wanted to be with you. I Need to be with you."
Hermione pulls back slightly, her eyes searching mine. "You're... serious about this, huh?"
I nod without hesitation. "Completely. There's no one else for me, Hermione. I want you. All of you."
Her gaze softens, and for a moment, I think she might say something. But instead, she just nods, a shy smile playing at her lips.
"Alright, alright, I get it," she mutters, clearly trying to brush off her own uncertainty. "But I still can't believe you came over this early. I'm not used to someone just showing up like that."
"Well, get used to it, because it's not going to stop," I tease. "You're stuck with me now."
She laughs, sitting up a little. "Yeah, I guess I'll just have to get used to it, huh?"
"I think that's the plan," I reply with a grin. "But first... I'm hungry. What do you want for breakfast?"
I slide out of bed and stretch, my muscles aching pleasantly as I move toward the door. "I'll order something for us. You stay here, get comfy."
She groans dramatically, but I can tell she's already warming up to the idea. "Fine, I'll use the bathroom, but you better have good food when I get back," she teases, standing up in her nightgown and walking toward the bathroom.
I pull out my phone, ordering breakfast for both of us from her favorite place—a little café that makes the best avocado toast in the city. As soon as the order is placed, I sit back down on the bed, tapping through my notifications, but my thoughts keep drifting back to her.
A few minutes later, Hermione returns, looking more awake and refreshed, her hair now falling neatly around her shoulders. She smiles as she walks over, sitting next to me on the bed.
"Food's on the way," I say, offering her a playful grin. "Now, let's watch something while we wait."
She raises an eyebrow. "What? You want to watch a movie with me?"
"Why not? I'm in your world today. I want to learn more about you."
She shrugs. "Alright. Pick something good. But no action movies. I'm in the mood for something different."
I think for a moment before selecting a romantic comedy. It's the kind of movie I usually wouldn't care for, but there's something about seeing her smile at the screen that makes it worth it.
We end up cuddling on the couch, a blanket draped over the two of us as the movie plays. Her head rests against my chest, and I can't stop the smile that tugs at my lips every time she laughs.
As the film continues, we talk between scenes, casual at first, but slowly becoming more intimate.
"You know," she says, looking up at me from where she's lying against my chest, "I used to read a lot of romantic books when I was younger. It was always about the big love stories, the grand gestures... the kind of thing that makes you believe in soulmates."
I chuckle softly, brushing my hand through her hair. "Soulmates, huh? I never really thought about it like that."
She nods, her eyes dreamy as she stares at the TV. "Yeah, I guess I still do, sometimes. There's just something about those stories. About knowing there's one person who's meant for you. That's what I always wanted."
"I can see that," I reply, my fingers gently tracing the lines of her arm. "What do you think about us? About me?"
She tilts her head slightly, looking up at me with a soft smile. "I think... I think we might be a bit like those stories. You know, the ones where it's messy and complicated, but also worth it?"
I chuckle, squeezing her tighter. "I like the sound of that."
We continue talking, sharing more about our lives, our dreams, our hopes. I listen closely, learning about the things she loves, the books that shaped her, the moments that defined her. I realize just how much I don't know about her. How much I want to know.
As the conversation continues, the air between us thickens. I can't deny the pull anymore. Her body presses against mine, and I feel the warmth of her skin, the closeness of her. It's as if everything I've been missing is right here in this room, in this moment.
I lean in slowly, my lips grazing hers, testing the waters. She doesn't pull back. Instead, she deepens the kiss, her hands tangling in my hair as the world around us fades.
And just like that, everything shifts. It's no longer just about the past or the things we haven't figured out yet. It's about now, about us in this moment.
Her lips taste like the promise of something more, something real, and I'm not going to let this go.
We're both caught in the moment now, the sounds of the movie fading into the background as our breaths become shallow and uneven. Her body presses more tightly against mine, and I can feel her heart beating in sync with my own. It's intoxicating. She's so close, I'm consumed by the warmth of her, the scent of her hair, the softness of her skin.
I pull her slightly closer, my hands sliding down the curve of her back, holding her against me as if I never want to let go. She shivers, her fingers tracing along the lines of my chest, sending sparks through my veins.
The kiss deepens, and it's like I can't get enough of her. My lips move against hers, gentle at first, but the desire intensifies, becoming more urgent, more desperate. Her mouth opens to me, and I take it as an invitation, my tongue meeting hers in a heated dance.
I run my hands down her sides, feeling the subtle tremble in her body. She's not pulling away. She's not resisting. If anything, she's leaning into me, urging me to take things further, to cross the line we've been tiptoeing around.
But I don't want to rush it. Not yet. I want to savor this. I want to explore every inch of her, but at my pace. Slowly, I break the kiss, pulling back just enough to look at her. Her lips are swollen, her chest rising and falling with each breath.
Her eyes are half-lidded, as if she's been transported into a different world, one where it's just the two of us. She looks up at me, her gaze filled with a mix of longing and hesitation. I know she's torn—there's a part of her that wants this, that wants us, but there's also a part of her that's scared.
"You're beautiful," I murmur, my voice husky as I brush a stray lock of hair from her face. "Absolutely stunning."
She doesn't say anything at first, her fingers tracing the edge of my jaw as if she's trying to ground herself. "I don't know what to do with this... with you."
Her words hit me like a punch to the gut, and I can feel my heart sink, just a little. But I don't pull away. I can't. Not when I've come this far, not when I'm so damn close to her.
"You don't have to figure everything out right now," I whisper, my thumb gently caressing her lips. "I'm not going anywhere, Hermione."
She looks at me, her eyes searching mine, and I can see the uncertainty in them. "What if I'm not ready?"
I tilt her chin up, my fingers tender as I guide her gaze to mine. "You don't have to be. Not for me. Just take this slow. I'm with you, every step of the way."
I lean down again, my lips brushing over her forehead, down her temple, and then back to her lips. This time, the kiss is softer, slower, as if we're savoring every touch, every shared breath.
Her hands slide up to my neck, fingers threading through my hair as she deepens the kiss again, her body moving slightly closer, her chest brushing against mine. The heat between us intensifies, but this time, there's a sense of trust, of understanding. She's letting go, just a little, and I can feel her walls starting to crumble.
I don't want to rush her, I don't want to push her past her limits, but damn, it's hard not to lose myself in her completely. My hands move lower, slipping under the hem of her shirt, fingertips brushing against the bare skin of her waist. She shudders at the touch, and I smile against her lips, my own desire building with every passing second.
But I pull back again, just enough to look at her, to make sure she's okay, to make sure I'm not crossing any lines.
She opens her eyes, meeting my gaze, and there's a quiet understanding between us now. No more words are needed. She's ready.
"I need you closer, Hermione," I murmur, my voice low, filled with longing. "I want everything with you but not today we will take it slow."
She smiles softly, her hands resting on my chest as she leans in to kiss me once more. And this time, it's different. It's not just about passion, not just about the heat that's building between us. It's about connection, about giving ourselves to each other in ways we haven't yet done, but we're both willing to try.
The kiss grows deeper again, more intense, as our hands roam over each other, exploring the new boundaries we're setting together. It's like a promise, a silent agreement to move forward, at our pace, in our own time.
And I feel truly alive for the first time in a long time. This is more than just physical attraction. This is something real, something that could change everything. And as much as I want to rush it, to lose myself completely in her, I know we will take this slow. Together.