So, in the past twenty four hours I've discovered that drabbles, and short snippets are ridiculously fun to write. And while I'm going to post my actual oneshots separately, I'm going to compile my drabbles, and short things! Most of these will cut off at 1k, but I'm sure there will be a few that go over. I shared a post on tumblr, and I've been getting prompts, so I figured I might as well! These aren't to be expanded, and each will stand on it's own.
The majority of these will be dramione, but if I get a request for another pairing, I'll fulfill it and tag appropriately.
Pairing: Dramione.
75. Bed Sharing. 86. I didn't mean to turn you on.
Granger was always so fucking innocent, and it drove him batty. With her Ministry approved skirts - which could now be shorter, damn it all -, they always seemed to inch up the back of her thighs, exposing creamy skin that made his mouth dry.
In all his plans for his life, both the ones made for him, and the ones he'd made, he'd never expected to be working at the Ministry. Much less as an auror, and even less as the partner of the Brightest Witch of Their Age.
As it was, fate was a cruel mistress, and even she needed a laugh from time to time. So when they were sent undercover in Muggle London, something he hadn't wanted to do from the start, of course they only had one bed in the hotel room. They were playing the part of a couple afterall, and as Hermione tossed her bags into the chair, their disguises from Polyjuice fell.
"I could transfigure a bed." He told her, withdrawing his wand. It had only been moments spent alone in her company, and he was ready to violate direct orders from the head auror.
Don't use any kind of magic, they told him. Well, clearly they had never spent extended time with a woman they wanted to shag. Asking him to share a bed, and not have an awkward surprise when morning rolled around was barmy.
She waved her hand, slipping her blouse off. Granger had several, but the blouse he'd dubbed the 'keyhole one' because his rational brain failed whenever she stepped into a room. Just like the name, there was a keyhole in the front, and with him being so much taller, it wasn't hard to see the tops of her breasts if he looked down. Not that he frequently tried to steal a look at Granger.
"No, we're both adults, Malfoy. We can share the bed, but if you're uncomfortable I'll sleep in the chair." Granger told him, dressed in a tanktop with too thin straps, and denims. She slid her pants down her legs, grabbing a pair of silk shorts to put on.
He only saw her knickers for a moment, but he wanted to tear them off of her with his teeth.
"No," Draco told her, balking at the thought of her thinking he was uncomfortable. "That's fine, but just don't cuddle up to me in the middle of the night." He bit out, dressing a pajama bottoms, and discarding his shirt.
He smirked when her eyes lingered a little longer than they should have as he climbed into the bed. As she settled into the opposite side, he reached over and turned off the lamp.
In the morning, Malfoy woke to the feel of Granger rolling her hips, and to the feel of his cock stiffening against the curve of her arse. Groaning, his palm came down to rest on her hip. Fully waking up though, his eyes were wide. "Granger," he hissed, pushing her forward.
This was not happening, could not be happening.
And then she moaned at the loss of him. "Malfoy?" She gasped then, sitting up and in a comical accident, one that she rectified immediately, her tanktop was pulled down, and her breasts showing.
Faced with her rosy, ruby tipped nipples in his face, Malfoy thought he stayed rather calm. "You were grinding against my dick." He muttered, and her face heated up. "Granger, don't freak out – it's not a big deal. You were asleep."
"I could ask for you to have a different partner if you like." She muttered, folding her arms, and under her breath she whispered that her own body had betrayed her.
His eyebrows drew together. "What? Absolutely not." Malfoy told her, patting her shoulder awkwardly, and wincing as he shifted.
Granger's gaze dropped to the heavy erection that was so clearly visible through his pants. "I didn't mean to turn you on." She said, grinning ear to ear, and her arms falling from their defensive stance.
With a smirk, Malfoy saw his opening. "Well, you did, so what do you plan to do about that, Granger?" He'd already lifted her into his lap before she could reply.
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