SLF: So, once again I have put off the next Chapter of Fine Line because some other idea took over my heart and soul and stole me away. This is one of those. This is complete. I repeat; this IS complete. I shall post probably weekly because I am done with it. I was originally going to post it as a one shot but I really want to see everyone's reaction to each round. This is my favorite thing I've ever written and I hope you guys love it even if you still hate me for not having Chapter 12 out yet. My first Dramione and I'm very proud of it. Enjoy! Oh, and they get longer. This is kinda the intro.
Round One
Oh, it was dangerous.
This game they were playing. They were both too smart, too clever.
And yet, here they were; using their intelligence to outwit the other.
It has started innocently enough. Hermione hated Draco. Draco hated Hermione. The world was simple and the lines were clear. I smirked to myself; I had even begun referring to him as 'Draco' in my own mind. I wonder when the transition had occurred. Somewhere, at some point in their dubious history together, something had changed. The world tilted and the lines blurred. I blame the hormones.
This game too, had an innocent beginning. He had dropped his wand. He would never tell it that way, of course, Malfoys, he would assure you, do not drop wands. Nonetheless, he dropped his wand. And by some quirk of judgment I reached down to pick it up. He had the same notion and our hands brushed before either of us realized what had happened. Barely touched, just a brush of flesh and I was on fire. It was the oddest sensation at the time, though I have since grown quite accustomed to it; thanks to our little game.
He looked up quickly and, as neither of us had the sense to veil our surprise, I saw in his eyes that he felt the same brush of flame.
He recovered more quickly than I and sneered,
"Watch it, Granger, I don't want your filthy hands on my wand."
Thankful to return to something familiar I rolled my eyes, masking my confusion with disdain,
"As if I'd ever want to touch your wand, Malfoy."
He smirked and as he passed me and, ever so lightly, so that only I could hear, he whispered,
"I'll make you want to lick my wand before this is over, Granger."
Shocked, I stood rooted to the floor unable to process what had just happened.
And that is how our game began.
Round 2: Coming Tuesday the 26th
