By the time it was day time, Hermione's eyes fluttered awake by the warmess that greeted her skin. It was morning already.
She made a turn but was immediately held down by a light weight that restricted her movement.
Hermione looked towards where she felt the weight and saw Ottilia's hand wrapped around her waist securely.
A fond smile slithered her lips when she caught the view of the sleeping girl that looked more serene and calm than when she usually saw her awake.
At this juncture, Hermione deemed her cute to behold.
As if realizing Hermione's constant stare on her, Ottilia stirred in sleep, her eyes then flickered open.
Waking up to what had always been her dream for years now, what had only existed in her own world, Otillia nailed her gaze on Hermione's face plainly.
With a little stretch, Hermione reached her hands towards her hair, rubbing on it soothingly. "Good morning." She initiated.
