Title:
Chardonnay and Scotch
Description:
She tasted like honeysuckle and wild violet. He tasted like sizzling champagne on a summer's day. Two lovers. One was chardonnay. And one was scotch. HDr.
Disclaimer:
I own nothing.
The meeting of two personalities
is like the contact of two chemical substances:
if there is any reaction,
both are transformed.
- Carl Jung
She lay out on the field, listening to the quiet humming and strumming of the cicadas as they called out, singing to one another. The wild grasses hid her from sight, and she let herself pretend that she could feel the Earth rotating around its axis. It was dusk, but her wand cast a faint glow on the aged parchment in front of her, casting dancing shadows whenever she shifted. Her full lips whispered the words to herself, as her finger waltzed across the lines etched into the story.
The moon started to peek out from behind the cloud cover, shining bright and silver in the otherwise blackened sky. A bird chirped in the distance, and its lover replied with a detailed, sweet song.
She shifted.
Then paused, as she realized that she was not alone. She could barely make it out, but if she squinted hard enough, she could see his white-blond hair waving in the distance. But then she blinked, and the apparition fled away with the speed of a coyote.
She winced. The memory was all but too painful.
Returning her gaze to the parchment in front of her, her face instantly tensed up. She startled as she heard the howl of a wolf.
She shook her head. She needed to finish this. Strands of her dark chocolate bushy hair fell into her face, but she shook them off with impatience. The wild grass surrounding became much less caressing, and so much more distracting. The bark on the tree that she leaned against began to itch her back. But still, she searched for that last sentence, that last sentence that she so desperately needed to read. Her hand shook, and knocked her wand to the side. Impatiently, she relit it quickly, and shakily turned the parchment.
Her eyes began to fill with tears as they roamed the final page.
It would seem that the end was near.
Grunting and heaving from exertion, Hermione Granger swung her parchments to and fro as she attempted to walk from the library to her commons room. Under an invisibility cloak, none the less. Harry's invisibility cloak. Which, Harry himself, incidentally did not know that she had taken for late-night studying.
A piece of parchment slipped out of her grasp.
Hermione swore under her breath.
"Bloody piece of paper," She muttered, reaching for her wand (and causing several other papers to become dislodged), "Come back now! I need you for Snape's essay!"
Suddenly, she heard footsteps.
Thump
Thump
Thump
Thump
Hermione froze, then instantly flattened herself against the wall as she prayed that it wasn't Peeves. Or Filch. Or Voldemort, for that matter.
Thump
Thump
Thump
A lock of the palest shade of blond hair glinting under the torchlight made Hermione stifle a gasp as Draco Malfoy came into view. She tried to not breathe as she watched him elegantly bend his tall and lean figure to the ground and pick up her piece of parchment from the floor.
"Well well," Draco mused aloud, his intense grey eyes searching the seemingly empty corridor, "It looks like Granger stopped by for a visit. Or is she still here?"
Letting her breath out inaudibly, Hermione accidentally hiccupped. Very, audibly. And instantly covered her mouth, causing the invisibility cloak that had been covering only half of her body, fall to the ground.
Draco's mouth dropped open.
"Well, huh," Hermione stammered, edging away from the astonished Pureblood, "Hi Draco."
"Granger?!"
Hermione grinned nervously at him, and attempted to take out her wand, but ended up in a heap, with parchment floating in the air around her.
"Smooth, Granger, smooth," Draco snickered at her as Hermione grabbed her wand and glared at him, "Now exactly what were you hiding behind?" Draco grabbed Harry's invisibility cloak, which had been pooling around Hermione's feet.
"Oh bugger off, Malfoy." Hermione ground her teeth, attempting to snatch the invisibility cloak, "Give it back!"
"Why should I?"
"Because it would be lower than your morals to take the belongings of a girl," Hermione sniffed the air and extended her hand in front of him, "Now give it back."
"My dear Miss-us Granger," Draco drawled in a fake Southern Accent, "I do believe that you have forgotten one vital part."
"Malfoy, just give it back!" Hermione crossed her arms and jutted out her hip-bone.
"But, Granger," Malfoy leered at her, "You have forgotten that I have no morals."
"Oh for Merlin's sake Malfoy," Hermione pulled out her wand and pointed it at his head, "Give. It. Back. Now."
"Give me one good reason," Draco sighed and rolled his eyes in nonchalance, "Why I should give you, the mudblood, a very valuable invisibility cloak."
"Maybe," Hermione retorted, "Because it is the mudblood's invisibility cloak? And the mudblood is pointing her wand at your oversized head?"
Draco smirked at her, and quickly closed the distance between them. His tall body made her average stature seem miniscule compared to his 6"1. Leaning over her, he lethargically pushed aside her wand and breathed onto her forehead. Struggling to get away from him, Hermione began to squirm in his grasp until Draco grabbed her wrists and held her against the wall. Slowly, he trailed his mouth to his neck, breathing his hot breath onto her body. Hermione struggled even more.
"Get off of me, you asshole!" She shrieked at him, wrenching out of his grasp.
Draco snorted, breaking the mood instantly, "It seems that you do not care to use that wand of yours so much."
Hermione's eyes widened, and she looked down at her fallen wand.
"You tricked me!" She angrily replied, "You knew I would drop it!"
"It's not my fault I'm so painfully attractive," Draco smirked at her, his intense grey eyes swallowing her up whole, "Anyways, why would I want to touch a mudblood?"
Hermione ignored the strange pang that went through her body at his words, "Oh do shut up, ferret breath."
Draco's eyes narrowed dangerously.
Hermione scowled at him, "I hate you."
"Hate is a strong word, Granger," Draco actually grinned at her, "May I suggest the word abhor?"
"MALFOY," Hermione roared at him, and stepped up so that she was directly in his face, "Give me back my INVISIBILITY CLOAK!"
Draco stood his ground and snickered, "What invisibility cloak? I do believe that you have finally gone bonkers, Granger. Must have been all that hanging around Weasley."
At the utterance of Ron's last name, Hermione slammed her body into Draco, causing them both to go flying down the hallway. They both, instantly, began wrestling one another for the invisibility cloak.
Well, actually, it was more like Hermione was grabbing for it, and Draco was painfully avoiding her every single time.
"Don't insult my friends, Malfoy!" Hermione stopped fighting for a second, and lay on the ground, panting, "You have absolutely NO RIGHT TO."
"You know he's a loser." Draco snickered, and started to get up.
"NO, HE IS NOT A LOSER!" Hermione screamed at him, then pummelled Draco down back to the floor, where they engaged in, yet another, wrestling match.
"GRANGER, GIVE UP!!"
"GIVE IT BACK, FERRET!"
"MUDBLOOD!"
"PUREBLOOD FANATIC!"
"FRIENDS WITH THE GOLDEN LOSER!"
"WELL YOU'RE FRIENDS WITH BOULDERS!"
"AT LEAST THEY'RE SMARTER THAN WEASLEY!"
"MALFOY, JUST GIVE IT BACK!"
And with the last words that Hermione uttered, Draco immediately tensed up and froze on the floor.
"Oh shit," He swore, "Granger, did you hear that?"
"Hear what?!" Hermione exclaimed, as she struggled to free herself from beneath Draco's arms, "And do you mind moving a touch?"
"What is that atrocious noise?" A voice said from around the hall.
"Oh Merlin," Hermione's eyes widened, and she turned her face to Draco, who was breathing right over her, "That's McGonagall. We're going to be in so much trouble! Expulsion, probably, for defiling school grounds with paper, fighting in the hallway - "
"Granger," Draco rolled his eyes, "You have forgotten one minor fact. I have an invisibility cloak." And with a swish of his arms he elegantly switched places with Hermione, covering them both with the invisibility cloak. Now Hermione was lying on his chest, while he lay on the ground, in an elegant heap of sorts.
"Well this isn't awkward at all." Hermione whispered to Draco, shifting on his body, "It really is quite disconcerting to lie on your enemy and feel his muscles."
"You can feel my muscles?" Draco shuddered in pretend disgust, but Hermione 'shh-ed' him and put her head back on his chest, and inadvertently listened to his heartbeat.
Thump-thump. Thump-thump. Thump-thump.
"Why," the voice of McGonagall drifted above them, "What is this mess? All these parchments?" The voice faded a bit as McGonagall leaned down, "Ah, Ms. Granger. Probably up doing some late-night studying. But why would she leave them here?"
Thump-thump. Thump-thump. Thump-thump.
Hermione curled herself closer to Draco, and he unconsciously wrapped his arms around her, holding her captive.
"Something must have scared her," The voice of McGonagall declared, "But what?" The voice faded as she bent down again, "Oh."
"What does she see?!" Hermione hissed furiously to Draco, who motioned her to be quiet.
"A Slytherin's tie?" McGonagall's voice questioned, "Ah. I see. Draco Malfoy must have been here, and an altercation must have taken place. Poor Ms. Granger."
"Why are you always the 'poor Misses Granger'?" Draco whispered furiously to Hermione, who tried to make him be quiet, "You're the one who ripped off my tie!"
"Well, they'll have a talking to in the morning," The voice mumbled sternly, "Both of them shouldn't be wandering around at night, that is one thing for sure."
McGonagall's voice faded as she walked around the corridor, and the two teens froze in position until her footsteps faded away.
"You could," Draco's breath caressed Hermione's ear, "Get off of me now."
"I was just about to." Hermione growled at him, grabbing the invisibility cloak and rolling off of his chest. Draco felt an unnerving emptiness, but shrugged it off.
He watched as she levitated all of her fallen parchments above her head, threw on her invisibility cloak, and proceeded down the hallway with the parchments floating above her head, giving away her position.
He smirked, bent down to pick up his tie, and proceeded in the opposite direction, towards the dungeons.
Neither of them looked back.