disclaimer: i own nothing.
a/n: have too many things to write and do.
warnings: language. it's draco.
. . .
"You fucking punched me, woman!"
"Not the first time I did."
He growls and snatches her wrist.
"I am bleeding, Granger, and you have gone absolutely mad—"
She hisses, narrowed eyes blazing, curly hair rising like that of a furious cat and cheeks flushed deep red— all from anger, he knows.
"You are an idiot, Draco. I am so sick of you and," she grinds her teeth together, the friction almost causing sparks to fly, "just stay away from me."
She stomps off, fuming, but he takes her by the elbow this time and stops her again.
Spinning around, her mouth opens to spout insults at him (it's too obvious honestly) and some 'let go of me or else I'm slicing off your precious jewels, Malfoy' which he often finds funny (she'll never do that, really).
"For god sake, I'm sorry, okay? I was just trying to save your fucking life and you're doing this to me! What the hell, Granger? And when you got helped from someone, I thought you were supposed to say 'thank you' or something— not punch them in the fucking face and break their nose. Maybe you give people violence to show you're grateful now, huh? Is that right, Granger—"
"You almost died, you asshole!" She screams, eyes gleaming, and he stills, "We've been losing so many people on our side— and it scares me like it scares everyone— and you— you were—"
She lets out a gurgled shriek— something between anguish and frustration— then hits him repeatedly on his chest, shoulders, everywhere. It's painful because Granger is a girl (more woman now) that can hit. And fuck, she hits hard.
But he grits his teeth and silently accepts his stupid punishment (again, he realizes, what is this, Beat the Crap Out of Draco Malfoy Day?). Sometimes he asks himself why he puts up with this woman.
(Well, he knows the answer to that.)
She then embraces him, tightly, burying her face in his shirt. He welcomes the relief from the end of the onslaught of punches and flinches because he's definitely going to sport more bruises later.
"Swear that you won't do that ever again." Her voice had come out muffled and a little hoarse. He ignores it because the last time he points it out, she had almost bitten his finger off.
"Yes, Your Highness. Anything else?" His words are soaked in sarcasm and it is supposedly a bad time for such things.
(He just knows he won't be able to keep that promise and it diverts her attention so it's fine.)
She growls threateningly and he almost gulps in response but dammit, he's a Malfoy and Malfoys are not scared (intimidated, actually, scared is never appropriate) of their own damn woman.
"You know, everyone's watching."
"I don't care."
He sighs, fucking persistent, relenting, and says, "Yeah, yeah, Granger."
"You mean it?" She is quieter this time and he looks down on her frizzy, brown head (she's ridiculously short compared to him), silent.
"Yeah." Even he is surprised at his own sincerity and he blinks, confused and somewhat bewildered.
"Okay." Granger lets him go and the warmth goes away with her, leaving him missing her heat.
She is staring at him, brown eyes, button nose, freckled cheeks and he has this urge to lean down—
"You really should clean that blood on your face. It's reaching your chin now."
And he explodes, enraged and ashamed all at once, screaming 'I'll kill you, Granger, I fucking swear' whenever possible.
It's his fault for forgetting and she was simply reminding him— well, while inwardly laughing at the sight.
(Nobody blames her for his embarrassment. They enjoyed it too much to protest.)
. . .
—end—
a/n2: he is a wimp and i support BullyDraco2k14.