pairing: dominique/draco
prompt: "just shut up and do it."
writer: intersections
"Where do we go from here?" she demands, whirling around to face him. He's standing right behind her (and is that nerves she detects on that usually cocky, self-assured face?), hands twisting in his pockets. "Don't speak." She takes a step closer to him daringly, tensed like a cat about to spring. "Don't say anything. I know what you'll tell me. I don't want to hear it."
Draco takes a step towards her in what would have been a confident manner if he hadn't hesitated. "Dominique…"
"Look," she says, hands on her hips. They're three feet apart, now. "I don't care that you're Scorpius' father. I don't care that you're married. I don't care that you're old enough to be my dad. It doesn't matter to me, okay?" She realises she's shouting now, but she doesn't dare back down. "I'm sick of this whole forbidden love act. I want you. Merlin, I want you now."
He opens his mouth, taking another step forward.
"Don't say anything!" she repeats, louder this time. "Don't. Don't tell me what I don't want to hear, please. Let me end it myself. Let me save my dignity."
"I wasn't going to end it," he manages to get in, the words blurring into one another though it still sounds silky smooth and ohso arrogant.
Dominique freezes. "You weren't?"
"I shouldn't," he says smoothly. "I shouldn't want you. You're nineteen, I'm too old, but I'm a Malfoy." A smirk graces his lips. "And I don't care." They're two feet apart now—one foot—his face is millimeters from hers. "I want to kiss you. Right now. I don't care how wrong it is."
She rolls her eyes, not even trying to hide her grin. "Just shut up and do it."
And he does.
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