(Don't) Be My Valentine

“I was not looking for a gift,” she huffed.

Long arms slipped around her waist again, and Hermione couldn’t help but nestle back into the warmth of Draco’s chest.

“That’s too bad,” he said, moving her mass of hair over one shoulder and trailing a soft kiss on her bare neck. She shivered. “I have a gift for you, one I specifically wanted to give you tonight. Though I confess I’m rather nervous about giving it to you.”

Hermione’s heart started pounding. “Oh?”

Or: Valentine's Day Nonsense.