Disclaimer: These incredible characters belong to Jo Rowling.
So basically this is going to be full of little one-shots that I write when I'm warming up or have writers block or whatever. They'll be unpleasantly short; I apologize. Just a place where I can post my little ideas, and maybe even get some feedback ;)
Anyway, enjoy!
Worthy
Draco watched the way she twirled across the floor, completely mesmerized. How something could be so goddamn perfect, he didn't know. The way she drew the eyes of almost every male in the room made him bristle with jealousy and a sick kind of pride.
She was his. Always.
She told him that, many times, and he believed her. He would never doubt her. But still there it was; the nagging voice at the back of his head, whispering foul words to him as she danced in the arms of her best friend.
Not good enough. Not worthy. How could she ever love you when there are so many better men out there? What have you ever done to earn her love?
Draco gripped the table cloth, rigid in his seat, watching still as Hermione and Harry swept by, laughing loudly and talking in each other's ears.
He's better than you. They all are. You are damaged, Draco Malfoy. You are flawed. Perfection comes at a price. What are you willing to pay for her?
Draco's eyes squeezed shut. He couldn't bear it. He'd never be good enough for her. He'd never be worthy-
Soft lips brushed his temple and his eyes flew open. Hermione stood there, slightly flushed and smiling sweetly and tracing his fingers with hers. He felt his body relax the moment his eyes met hers and he took her hand gently.
"Have a pleasant dance, love?"
Hermione shrugged indifferently, eyes aglow.
"It was certainly nice," she said. "I always love dancing with Harry." Draco felt his heart drop and he struggled to smile.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah," she agreed. She pulled on him until he stood and then stepped closer to him, running her hands up his chest and around his neck. She stood on tiptoe and brushed her lips against his. He let his eyes fall close, fighting to restrain the moan that threatened to escape his throat. "But you know what?" She murmured, drawing her face back so their lips just barely met. "There's someone else that I love dancing with even more than Harry. Even more than anyone in this room, actually. Maybe even more than anyone in all of Great Britain." She cocked her head to the side, watching him playfully from beneath her lashes. "Do you know who it is?"
Draco let out a breathy laugh and let his arms settle around her waist and pulled her close to his chest, closer to his heart, just where she belonged.
He pressed his lips against hers, trying to show her just how much he loved her in that moment and forever. "I might have an idea who."
Author's note: Thank you for reading, and have a beautiful holidy, darlings.