Disclaimer: All publicly recognisable characters and settings are the property of their respective owners. Original characters and plot are the property of the author. No money is being made from this work. No copyright infringement is intended. Not beta read; don't jinx, however corrective spells are more than welcome to be cast in my direction… This is drabble, which means it's exactly one hundred words long, no more, no less.
A/N: I have decided to put all my Hermione/Draco drabble into one story; each chapter will stand alone in it's own little world, and they will ALL be connected in some way to that ship.
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Old Gold
Hermione smoothres her fingers down the silk of her kimono, luxury sliding beneath soft, well-kept hands. It's a business dinner of her husband's – the invitation said formal and traditional – and outside a flaming Japanese sun is melting into a thousand-rippled sea.
She shimmers when she moves. Her slender body sings of Old Gold, hums the sensuality of signatures on dotted lines. She's the proof of his power.
But when she turns to him, it's her eyes that request his attention, and they speak of nothing but bright intelligence.
"Are you sure about this?"
Draco smiles slowly. "Oh yes. Immeasurably so…"