All disclaimers apply to this one-shot.
As you've already read before, this is a companion piece to Nightgown. I thought it'd be funny if Draco and Hermione switched roles. Hopefully it will be just as funny (maybe a bit stupid too, but hey, I was bored) . . .
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Hermione let out a gasp as she felt herself being pushed up onto the wall. Immediately her legs loosely wrapped themselves around her lover for support.
Things were progressing so quickly and the passion was just getting too much for her. She felt like she would die if they didn't get past the foreplay, and fast at that.
She pulled his silky green shirt out of his trousers and started fumbling with the buttons but her fingers were shaking for some reason and the task just wasn't getting done. instead, she took a shortcut. Grabbing the shirttails, she ripped it open.
Draco stopped his assault on her neck and the only sound in the room was that of their ragged breathing and the buttons falling and spinning on the marble floor.
Suddenly Draco pulled back casing Hermione to fall bottom first on the floor.
"Ow!" She cried rubbing her sore bottom. "What did you do that for?"
"You ripped my shirt!" He shouted, looking at her incredulously.
"So?" She gingerly went to a standing position and placed her hands on her hips, looking at him curiously.
"Do you have any idea how much this cost?" He flapped the open shirt. "And those buttons were made of real ivory; absolutely pure ivory. Do you have any idea how much those cost? It's impossibly hard to get them and now you've scattered them all over the floor because of your impatience!"
Hermione would have found his reaction quite humorous if it hadn't been for the throbbing pain in her behind and how it seemed that all the blame was coming to her when it had been him who had mauled her as she'd gotten to the manor. Presently, she only felt anger and irritation.
She ran a hand through her hair to try and smooth it out while her other hand went to her skirt, doing the same. "Oh, I'm sorry, you snobbish little prat. I didn't realize that mere buttons would matter to you more than me." Her voice got louder with every word and then she let out a fake gasp. "But I've forgotten. They're not merely buttons, are they? They're made of ivory and even though you constantly brag about your fortune, you would never be able to afford or find some more! Now excuse me, but I've got some reading I need to catch up on!" And with a final glare, she left the room.
Draco was left standing, fuming.
How dare she?
When he sat down to calm himself, he thought again.
He supposed he could get a few of the elves to look around for the buttons and then get them to mend his shirt. And of course they wouldn't rest until they got the job done . . . . Perhaps he had over reacted a little.
He removed his ripped shirt and threw it somewhere behind him and then removed his trousers and left them on the floor. At the moment, he didn't have time to put his clothes away properly. Besides, what would the house elves do then?
Right now, he thought, an apology might be good, so he made his way to the library. And after that . . .
He smirked as he thought of her back hitting a bookshelf. And then . . .
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And then . . . ha-ha. I've been told that this ending will leave the rest to one's imagination. Hopefully you'll agree. But before that, don't forget to review! Thanks for reading!