In response to a drabble challenge on LiveJournal - Dusty273 wanted a 'what if' scenario between Draco and Hermione. JK Rowling owns it, baby!
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She stared across the Great Hall to the Slytherin table, watching Draco joke around with his friends, stealing a kiss from his possible future wife.
What if I were his future wife?
But that could never be, because according to him, she had dirty blood coursing through her veins, so she sighed and turned her gaze to the left, taking a moment to size up Ron, wondering if he'd ever see past Lavender's machinations.
What if Ron had silver-blond hair and gray eyes?
Would she fall in love with him? Studying his mannerisms and easy smile, she mentally shook her head 'no', for Draco would never do those things. It must not be the ramrod straight platinum strands, nor the frosty winter of his eyes that made Hermione dream of several 'what if' scenarios.
What if I were Slytherin? Would it make a difference?
Laughing at the odds of a girl like her being sorted into the diabolical house, she began peeling a banana, her gaze unfocused once the fruit was revealed.
What if his cock curves like this and hits me in all the right places?
Smiling mischievously, she dared a return glance to the blond man two tables away from her, his attention drawn to her, watching her.
What if I eat this in one bite and swallowed it whole?
Even from where she was sitting, she could see his eyes solely focused on her, his pupils dilated. Smirking just for him, she opened her mouth and relaxed her throat, thanking genetics that she was born without a gag-reflex. When the base of the banana touched her lips, she bit down, closing her eyes as she swallowed.
What if he would allow me do that to him?
Delicately wiping the corners of her mouth with her napkin, she became very aware of a change in the atmosphere in the hall, darting a quick look to all the students.
Every male was staring at her, their jaws nearly grazing the floor, as several of them shifted uncomfortably in their seats. Some of the girls narrowed their eyes at her, while others looked especially contemplative, possibly to inquire on techniques and such.
She'd answered her own question before she'd asked it. Her face flaming crimson, she hid behind her napkin, waiting for the students to continue on with what they were doing before she made a spectacle of herself.
Peeking above the cloth, she was surprised to see Draco rise from his seat and swagger over towards the Gryffindor table, a vicious leer marring his pert lips.
"Must say, Granger, I'm impressed."
Clearing her throat, she muttered, "Why?"
"Whole school knew you had a big trap, didn't need proof," he sneered. "But I have another banana for you, if you're still hungry."
"Get bent!" she spat, throwing her napkin on the table and rising.
Leaning over the table, he grabbed her tie and pulled her forward until their noses touched. "Already am… bent that is," he whispered for her ears only.