Title:
First Date
Rating:
R
Pairing/Characters:
Hermione/Draco
Word
Count:
412
A/N:
Drabble for
snowe
- Prompt: Awkward Kiss.
They bumped noses, they clinked teeth, his lips were too dry, and her embrace too limp.
"Merlin, why is this so bad?" she breathed out in exasperation.
"It's not me," he replied, smoothing his hands down his robes, brushing away non-existent lint. "I'm spectacular, you've told me so yourself."
Hermione leaned back with her arms crossed over her chest. "Yeah, but that was before."
Draco frowned. "Before what?"
"Before we went on an official date."
Draco smirked. He and Hermione had begun an intimate relationship almost four weeks earlier. They'd gotten into a shouting match about who should be in charge of prosecuting wizards accused of being 'Death-Eater Deniers'. One minute she been poking her finger at his chest, the next minute, he'd been fucking her on his desk. They'd had several similar incidents of being over-come by passion since then.
The entire 'sneaking around and hiding our relationship situation' had been fun for awhile. But, damn, he was thirty-nine and getting a little too old for quickies in broom closets and stairwells. Besides, he wanted to make sure that no other blokes made a move on Hermione, so he'd needed to publicly stake his claim to the witch. He'd, therefore, asked her out on a formal date, taken her to the most exclusive restaurant in Wizarding London, and wined and dined her while the establishment's other patrons gawked at them together.
Their public outing as a couple had been uncomfortable, but not as uncomfortable as their goodnight kiss at Hermione's front door.
"The problem, Granger, is that you are too uptight," Draco told her haughtily.
"What?" she huffed. "I'm not uptight."
"Yes, you are." They both were, but Draco wasn't going to admit that to her. "You have a concept of what a first date is supposed to be like – strained conversation, no physical contact, an awkward first kiss. This image is so engrained that you are unconsciously forcing us to conform with it."
"You're nutters and an arsehole, Draco Malfoy."
He shrugged. "I just call them like I see them."
"Well how to do you see this?" she growled, pulling his face down to hers, thrusting her tongue into his mouth, and cupping him with her free hand.
"I see it as a much better start," he panted, slightly out of breath, when they finally broke apart.
"Me too," she whispered against his lips, reaching around her back to open the door to her flat and drag them both inside.
The End