A/N: This story was written for What'sInTheCloset for being the first to review Drabble Alley. I hope you like it! It's my very first Hermione/Draco... What'sInTheCloset: If you don't like it for any reason at all, I will write you a whole new fic, ok? Rating for some mentions of sex. Enjoy!
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"What are you doing?"
Hermione stood in the doorway of the bedroom she shared with Draco, staring at him in complete bewilderment.
Draco, who was lying on the bed in only his boxers, looked up from his book, somewhat puzzled.
"What do you mean? Can't you tell that I'm reading? Or have you gone blind?"
Hermione turned a delicate shade of pink which either meant she was blushing at her silliness or was close to crushing his head between two rocks.
"You don't read," she responded incredulously. "You hate reading. You told me so yourself… When was it?" She looked up at the ceiling, obviously thinking hard. "Three years ago? Yes, our first date I believe. You said, and I quote, 'Why do you always read? I hate reading.'"
Draco raised an eyebrow. "Quote people much?"
Hermione glowered. "Oh, yes. Here I was, coming to give you a present, and you just revert back to your normal jackass self that I thought you had left behind. That's just great. I'll be going now."
She turned to leave, but at the word 'present,' Draco had sat up straight and he now jumped up and grabbed her arm before she even took a step.
"Present?" he asked pleadingly.
"You don't deserve it now," Hermione retorted, though she was obviously enjoying torturing him.
"I'll be good. I promise. No more being nasty. I've left that habit for good."
Hermione feigned thinking for a minute, then said, "You absolutely promise?"
He nodded, eyes wide and puppy-dog-ish.
Hermione sighed. "Very well." She pulled a package from behind her back and handed it to him. Greedily, he took it and ripped the brown paper off, then opened the box. Inside was a small note which read:
'Good for one (1) massage.'
Draco smirked and looked up at Hermione. "One massage? Where?"
Hermione grinned evilly. "Anywhere you want," she replied sneakily.
That night as they were falling asleep (Draco had used his gift much earlier), Hermione suddenly thought of something.
"Draco?" she whispered. When she heard him grunt, she asked, "Why were you reading?"
Draco laughed and turned to face her. "Because I have finally found the appeal to reading that you've been trying to explain to me for so long."
Hermione smiled happily. "Oh good! What were you reading?"
Draco rolled over, but not before he muttered, "Kama Sutra…"
A/N: So, what do you think? Review and tell me!