Three chapter ficlet that could really be put together to make a One-Shot, but I'm the author, so I do what I want. Last chappie will be posted on November 14th, so that means I will update infrequently but at set intervals. Consider this a birthday present in three installments.
Written as a birthday present for ithilienwoodsHappy Birthday, my dearest hiddenbunni.
The Deal:
Pairing: Draco/Hermione
Genre: Romance/Angst
One Line to Include: "Your mom's a crackwhore!"
Two Other Things to Include: A birthday cake, and three-and-a-half kisses.
Two Things You Don't Want: Anymention of Dumbledore (dead or alive) or Ron.
Redemption Series – Part One: Encounter
She gripped her wand closer and shivered, pulling her cloak tighter around her body, then sitting down on a nearby log, a slightly crumpled piece of parchment (his letter to her with instructions on where to meet) clutched in her left hand. Aware of even the slightest sound around her, her eyes grew wide as the faint sound of crunching leaves grew closer and closer, until she could see a glimmer of a light from the end of a wand. She looked up at the night sky, the moon barely a sliver of light in the dark, and the stars she should have been able to see blanketed by clouds. The light came even closer to her now, until she could see the tip of the wand emerging from between the branches of the pine trees, lighting up the small clearing before-
'Nox.'
She gasped slightly as the light disappeared and stood up, backing away and pointing her own wand at where the light had been just seconds ago.
A soft chuckle floated her way, harsh, and at the same time, amused. "No need, Mudblood."
"The war is over, Malfoy." Nevertheless, she slowly lowered her wand as he emerged from the shadows.
"The war may be over, Voldemort might be dead, but who says prejudice died along with him?" Mercurial eyes snapped up to meet chocolate ones in the dim moonlight.
She hadn't noticed that he had closed the distance between them, half a foot, if not less, was all that was separating their bodies and if she so much as moved a foot forward…"If it had, we wouldn't be doing this."
"Hm." He gave a non-committal shrug. "Perhaps." And he closed the distance between them.
Within the next second, he had her up against a tree, arms pinned above her head, and she felt the bark scratch her wrist and his mouth on hers.
And then he was gone.
She paused for a second to catch her breath and started the trek home.