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Timeline: Post-Hogwarts.
2013-2014ish (because I like mature Dramione).
Warnings: Eh, can't think of any.
Summary: Draco finally succeeds in cornering his extremely busy wife.
Word Count: 300+
Below the Mistletoe
"What do you say, Granger?" he said, the smirk spreading across his face contradicting the evident affection in his usually unreadable eyes.
Hermione rolled her eyes
"It's holly, Malfoy, I thought you of all people would be able to distinguish the colour." she said, lifting her eyes up toward the bunch of annoying Christmas berries with its annoying traditions - Hermione Granger was annoyed a lot, lately, and started.
"Is it really?"
There was challenge in his tone.
Hermione Granger's surprised brown eyes met with a bunch of freshly sprouted berries in startling white swaying gently with the breeze. She frowned in annoyance. She simply had no time for her husband's childish antics. She had too much work to do.
"Draco, what-"
"Hermione", he whispered, his voice low and husky. His arms came around her to rest on the window panes, effectively caging her.
She looked up into his half-lidded eyes and her body sprung to life, the blatant lust shining in his eyes made her shiver in anticipation. Her throat dried.
"I've got work to do..." she bit out lamely.
"Oh yes you do" he breathed, millimetres away from her lips. "You have a lot of making up to do." He said, before closing the distance between them.
I know its tiny. :p but I think I'll use it it one of the longer fics I plan.