Hermione chuckled, “Draco love, I have to pee.”
He tightened his grip on her bare waist, “I don’t care he mumbled into his pillow. You Promised.”
Hermione rolled her eyes and turned over to face him. “You do know that I can’t leave you now right? Even if I wanted to?”
Draco opened his eyes and glared at her. “Ha ha,” he grouched, lifting her hand and placing gentle kisses along her knuckles, carefully avoiding her engagement and the wedding ring that he’d slipped on earlier that day, “like you’d ever want to leave me Mrs. Malfoy. I know you’re eternally happy to have bound our souls together, you can protest all you want.”
Hermione grinned and dropped a kiss on the corner of his mouth before she slipped out of his arms and scampered, naked, across their room to the bathroom.