Do you Need a Demonstration? by Luvscharlie
"So it's not gonna be easy. It's going to be really hard; we're gonna have to work at this everyday, but I want to do that because I want you." --
"How many times are you going to shut me out of your life?"
He brushed aside the blond fringe that fell immediately back over his eyes from his place behind the too large desk in his new office at the Ministry. "I'd say that depends on how many times you manage to find your way into my bed."
Hermione slammed the door without another word.
He hated this. Really, he did. He hated being forced to play the cruel bastard. Oh, make no mistake, he was a bastard even on his best day, and for the most part he didn't mind at all. It was what had gotten him as far in this world as he had, even standing in the shadow of shame his father had left as his legacy.
But, this was different…
This was Hermione and she was… special was so cliché… but regrettably appropriate. It was meant to be a fling; one night of passion that started with both of them too drunk to care that they hated one another when they had fallen into bed together. Astoria had left him; Ron had left her, and they'd had quite the pity party together. A party filled with wrinkled sheets and ripped clothing and mouths melded together in kisses so hot they had seared themselves forever into his memory. Her lips had felt like velvet, her skin tasted of a mixture of salt and something undeniably her own. He couldn't bear to think of more. To do so would send him running for the door and begging her to come back, saying he didn't mean it, when it was only for the best… best for both of them, really, that they ended this now, while they still could.
She had gotten under his skin, and getting her out had proved as difficult as getting the smell of her from his sheets and the memory of her touch on his skin from his dreams… impossible.
His door opened again and she stalked back in. He'd expected that. She was a relentless witch.
"Not this time. I'm on to you, Malfoy." Leaning across his desk and grabbing him by the tie, she pulled him forward. "You'll pick me up at half seven, and take me to dinner at a nice restaurant, then you'll take me back to your flat and we'll pick up where we left off last night. Got that? And don't be late, you bastard."
He grinned in spite of himself. She knew him… far too well. "And if I don't?"
"I'll strangle you with your own balls."
"You do know how to sweep a man off his feet, Granger."
She turned at the doorway to look back at him, a sweet smile plastered on her face. "You're not most men, Malfoy. Try something like that again to push me away and I'll make sure you regret it."
"How?"
She pointed her wand at his testicles. "Do you really want me to demonstrate this for you?"
"No!" Draco covered himself in haste. He's made her angry enough to be on the receiving end of her wand more than once. "I believe you. Half seven you said?"
Fin.
A/N: Originally written for the dramionedrabble 2009 Valentine's Fest where the prompt was "So it's not gonna be easy. It's going to be really hard; we're gonna have to work at this everyday, but I want to do that because I want you." -- The Notebook.
