All The Girls
By xXFindingForeverXx
A/N: So you guys wanted more and since I've already got some other artistic works in progress that require a lot of attention I figured I would make this a drapple thing. Though, in honesty, I've always avoided drapples because I hated them but I can understand how effective and hard they can be to write.
This one is inspired by All the Girls by Traphik. He's an amazing artist; you should listen to some of his music. A little warning, the following chapters will probably be inspired by a few of his songs too.
And that said… On to the story. ENJOY!
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She was at work already. She had left early. Again . She had been doing that a lot recently. They'd been dating for six months already and she was starting to act distant. Which wasn't really bothering him, he knew that they had started fast like a fire but the smoldering had begun, like the one before dawn before the fire was started again. What scared him was that he wasn't truly sure that the fire would ever start again.
Girls had been coming out of the wood works over the past few months, all claiming to be his ex- lovers and fiancés and… baby mothers. Some, of course, he had been involved with but not all of them.
It had gotten so bad that Hermione had resorted to avoiding being seen with him outside. They hardly went on dates anymore and when they did women would come barreling to them and spew lies in her face. One had even told her about a fictitious story about a steamy night rendezvous they had had just the night before.
Hermione had just rolled her eyes at this and left. He hadn't known what to say or do. In fact, he just went home and allowed her to spend the night alone in her own flat. Which had been the wrong thing to do, this he knew now. Hermione had steamed over it all night and then stopped at his house the morning after on her way to work. She had given him an ultimatum, either get rid of all the crazy women harassing her or she wasn't going to ever do that thing with her tongue she did so well.
And that was what brought him here… to a press conference. He knew his friends would rag on him for years after this but he didn't care. Hermione was worth more than his pride. Besides… they didn't know about that thing she did with her tongue or how good it felt.
"Mr. Malfoy, to what do we the, Wizarding Press, owe this impromptu conference?" a female reporter in the front asked, the camera behind her pointing a glaring red dot in his eye. He recognized her; she was the one who had told Hermione about their tryst in Madrid. And while it hadn't been a lie… he hadn't enjoyed it half as much as she did.
"Well as you all know… I'm dating Hermione Granger. I wanted to take this time to address the women who have been harassing us for the past few months. This is to all the girls," he began, his blond locks stuck to his forehead from the sweat. Was it hot in here or was it just him?
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"Hermione!" Ginny Potter screamed as she barreled into her best friend's office. Hermione looked up and placed her reading glasses on her desk and pushed her paperwork away from her.
"What is it, Ginny?" Hermione asked as she began to stand. She needed a break anyway and this, whatever it was, was a welcomed distraction. How Hermione was supposed to dealwith this whole Draco situation was beyond her. It wouldn't have been a problem if it had only been a hand full but All those girls…
"The ferret… erm… Malfoy is on the tele. Addressing the situation, "Ginny said in a fierce whisper.
"He's doing what?" Hermione screeched, turning the small television in her office on. "What channel?"
"Every channel," Ginny whispered back, staring at her small brunette friend. It amazed her sometimes, how such a spitfire could exist in such a small body.
"For the love of Merlin," Hermione groaned as she watched what she was sure would be a complete car crash.
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"I'm very grateful to all the girls I've ever… loved and had relations with. I'm happy to have known you all. Amazed that any of you would even allow me to even stand in the presence of your grace. I don't count any of you as just notches on my bed post. You helped me to grow," Draco said, his voice not betraying any of the fright he felt.
"You were all quite amazing. From my first girlfriend, Pansy Parkinson, who taught me how to be a gentleman. To my last fling, Hannah MacLaggen, who put up with my nonsense for way to long. I thank all of you, and I'm truly sorry I hurt you all but… Hermione Granger is the woman for me. A lot of girls have come in and out of my life… but now that she's here I'm shutting the door," he murmured the last bit softly before getting up from the blue table and walking out of the room. He hoped Hermione wasn't too pissed with him and that he'd gotten his point across.
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"Draco…," Hermione whispered as he strutted through the door, she flicked the lights on and smiled at him sweetly.
"Hermione… before you castrate me let me explain," Draco pleaded, she could be so scary sometimes especially when she was dressed in… a see through nighty and crotchless knickers.
"No… sit down and I'll explain," Hermione smoothly ordered, "I want to show you something else I can do with my tongue."
Draco smiled and rushed to the couch, discarding his clothes on the way. God bless her and that unlucky bastard she'd learned those skills for.
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Awwchu!
"Ronald, are you catching something?" Lavender Brown asked her longtime boyfriend, Ronald Weasley.
"Huh? Ah… someone must be talking about me," the red head answered.
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A/N: So that was a little bit of fluffy sweetness. No sex, sorry. But I hope it satisfies you. It's just a little something that came to me.
And the sneezing thing, my friend's grandmother always told me that whenever you sneeze that meant someone was talking about you. So the next time you sneeze turn around and yell at the person behind you for talking about you behind your back then run off. I promise, it is just as amusing as it sounds.
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