Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Hermione Granger

Setting: Year 3- The Aftermath AU

Word Count: 851 words

1.

They ran into each other at the far corner of the library. Her books scattered down on their feet and her forehead chafed his jaw.
Shit, I'm sorry… Malfoy.
I know you like books, but look up once in a while, would you?
I said I was sorry.
I heard you. And I take it the apology doesn't apply to my nose?
He kneeled and picked up her things; her face heated as she accepted from his offering hand.
He remained crouched when she did not look back.

2.

She approached him and when he didn't look up from her pulling the opposite chair out and took the seat.
He spoke when she was opening her bag and leafing through for her quill.
Have you started the Charms essay?
If you mean by having an outline and some books on hand, then, yes.
Good. What texts would you recommend?
She was distracted by how the scratching of both their quills seamlessly synchronised.

3.

He took the badge out of the lapel of his robes and stuffed it into his trouser pocket before coming up to her.
She pretended she didn't bother noticing him.
How was your summer?
It's a few months and a Triwizard Tournament into the school year, and you are only asking me now?
I wasn't - there wasn't- I couldn't find the window. And you are always at Potter's side.
He's being forced into the Tournament! I'm helping him!
And I'm not even ridiculing you for that!
He turned and walked away before he would not stop himself from kissing her mouth.

4.

Her lips shoved back the words he was meant to say, so he complied, backing her up against the table, and clutched at the top of her stocking knees. Her hands travelled up the valley of his shoulders and creased his dress robes reaching for his hair.
A Beauxbaton doesn't really suit me at all, it turns out.
Dark blue suits you.
And I'm certain clothes doesn't really suits you.
You, too.
They soon learned it was easy to forget anything else when they could feel everything just by matching their skin together.

5.

He pushed against her shoulder and she dropped her book bag. She glared up at him, enough to raise the tension and students around them fled the scene muttering about her impending death sentence; he smirked and crossed his arms as a challenge.
Look who it is, member of the Inquisitive Squad.
Very funny: Inquisitorial, Granger.
Potato, potatoe.
Stow your grin away, you minx. Umbridge is on to you. Why are you running around the school during study hours?
The less you know, the better.
I'm serious: keep out of trouble. I don't want to catch you in the act.
… We both know where we stand.
He took her jaw in his hand before she could push them further away.

6.

His thumbs pressed against his temples and his fingers were laced and obstructed his eyes from her. He was shaking and she only allowed her fingers to graze across his back.
You know, what… angers me the most is that I didn't hear this from my mother.
Maybe she wasn't informed.
Maybe she thinks she could hide it from me. Or maybe she thinks he won't bloody get caught.
I'm sorry. We- we thought they had Sirius.
She withdrew and made to leave, but he tugged her back into him and placed his hand over the side of her stomach.
I love you more because of your scar, you know.

7.

I don't need to know anything, Malfoy. I don't even know what to say.
Tell me I have a choice. Tell me there's a way out of this. Tell me you won't ever look at me like you are now again.
Why do you want me to lie?

8.

…which hurt more?
Who knew you could be this cruel, Granger?

9.

He stared at her hands reaching in from the bars as if it was a viper poised for attack. He let her take his hands anyway, since it was going to be a while before anyone would voluntarily come close to him and not hit him across his face.
I'm sorry.
We just keep apologising to each other, do we?
At least there's us.
Don't wait. Just… you can't.
No, this time it's you. Just don't go anywhere, all right?
He could have been lost for three years, but she found him again in a month.

10.

The steam from the blasting shower was smothering. He didn't hear her come into the shower and he staggered into the shower rack, bottles skidding over the wet floor. Her fingers dragged his damp hair over his forehead.
Sorry. Just thought you want someone to scrub your back.
Did I wake you?
No, I couldn't sleep.
Sorry.
This. It pained him to touch that fucking word on her skin. Everything.
One hand covered his arm with the other to lessen the hot water, she whispered the truth against his lips: This will hurt less because we are together.

A/N: want to expand this drabble into a hermione time-turner year3 au