"You got the lights on in the afternoon
And the nights are drawn out long
And you're kissin' to cut through the gloom
With a cough drop coloured tongue
And you were sittin' in the corner with the coats all piled high
And I thought you might be mine
In a small world, on an exceptionally rainy Tuesday night
In the right place and time"
Draco glanced slowly around the unfamiliar flat as he took in the personality of the woman he had come home with the night before. Pictures lined the olive-colored walls, the faces within them a mix of both familiar and unfamiliar. The fireplace had two simple bookshelves surrounding it on both sides that were full of every genre the witch could get her hands on. It was cozy, but in a minimalist way that Draco could appreciate.
Though it was early afternoon now and the curtains were open, the dreary weather made the world cold and dark, only accentuated by the dimmed lights of the apartment. Draco stared out the window and the fire crackled behind him as he contemplated how he got here.
He hadn't planned on going out the night before, but Theo was determined to get his anti-social arse out into the pubs as much as he could. Last night was no exception. Typical Tuesday nights for Draco were usually spent with a tumbler of Odgen's best mixed into his tea and a book about alchemy as he continued to pursue more knowledge about his career.
But when Theo came barreling through his front door carrying a couple bottles of cheap firewhiskey followed closely by Blaise and Adrian, he knew those plans had been stashed for the night.
They started the night drinking in his sitting room. Between the four of them, the bottles were gone quickly and they fucked around until Theo felt it was an appropriate time to make their presence known at the newest club in Diagon Alley. It was called AM and, according to Blaise, exactly the type of place people went to for a good time.
Though Draco didn't care to find out exactly what his friend meant nor how he knew that.
When the group of Slytherins walked in they'd been greeted by loud music and scantily clad women in every direction. Blaise, Adrian, and Theo had made their way to the dance floor, determined to take advantage of the high women to men ratio that was apparent that night. Draco, on the other hand, had decided to head to the bar. He hadn't been in the mood to dance.
Once he had reached the bar, he sat down at the closest available stool and requested the bartender surprise him—just to make it top shelf. He wasn't entirely picky as long as the quality was good. When he got his drink— a rum and carbonated soda of some kind—he swiveled around on his barstool.
Draco observed the dance floor with an amused grin. It was large and made up most of the room aside from the bar itself. Platforms lined each side with a DJ booth set up on the platform to the left, a neon sign hanging underneath stating 'No. 1 Party Anthem.' Draco scanned the crowd of the surprisingly busy club. He could see Theo's tall figure above the crowd moving to the beat of the music while two witches danced alongside him, both expertly moving their hips in hopes of grabbing his attention.
Blaise, Draco noted, was already absent from the dance floor, undoubtedly making good use of the many alcoves hidden throughout the large building.
Adrian, on the other hand, had a petite red-headed witch shoved against his own body as they danced in a manner that would have had their parents blushing. Draco could see the blonde man whispering into the witch's ear, and even though the club was dark and the lights were flashing, the flush rising in her cheeks was apparent.
Draco shook his head with a laugh, but that laugh was abruptly cut short.
Because that's when he saw her.
Hermione Granger.
Good girl extraordinaire.
And she was dancing on the platform to the right of the dancefloor. The surface was elevated about a foot off the ground causing her short stature to stand out despite most people in the crowd being several inches taller than her.
She looked exquisite, which was not something Draco Malfoy had ever dreamed of thinking before. Her signature long, curly, chestnut hair was tamed and flowing down her back in a captivating manner that had him frozen in place. She had on a pair of tight jeans that accentuated her arse deliciously and a yellow tube top that probably should have been illegal.
He gulped half his drink down just looking at her.
It wasn't long until she separated from her group to come to the bar, throwing her head back in laughter at something one of her friends yelled after her. Draco was captivated by the curve of her neck, and all he wanted to do was leave a mark on the creamy unblemished skin, declaring that creamy expanse of skin as his to all those that saw it.
Either way, all the gods in the world must have been working in Draco's favor, because she ended up right next to him at the bar. Unfortunately, he was half-arsed if he could remember what words were.
Luckily, she spoke first.
"Draco Malfoy, long time, no see. Surprised you're not out on the dancefloor with your friends," she said when she noticed him, a slight smirk teasing her lips. She was being cheeky, but Draco didn't mind. She was giving him an in.
"Fancy seeing you here, Granger. You seem a bit more comfortable out there than me, maybe you could help a bloke out and show me around," he shot back, purposefully being equally cheeky for which he was rewarded with a laugh.
They had ended up talking for the rest of the night, only moving once to sit in a corner booth near the entrance instead of taking up space at the bar. Large piles of wizarding robes and cloaks obscured them from view of the dancefloor and their friends, but neither minded. They were in their own little world away from the noise that was the club around them.
He asked her about her job—"I'm a defense lawyer for the Division of Magical Creatures. It's tough work, but I'm happy."— and she asked him about his.
She asked him about his current projects, and he asked her favorite color —"Oh, it's purple. What? You didn't think it was red, did you? I'm not that much of a cliche."
He asked her about her hobbies—"I enjoy a variety of things, but baking and reading are my favorite. Okay, maybe I am a bit of a cliche."—and she asked about his friends.
He asked about her relationship status and was pleased when the answer turned out to be single.
They left the club shortly after that.
And now, here he was the next day staring out her living room window as the raindrops condensed and made their way down the glass. He was exhausted, but couldn't help but think that this had been one of the best nights of his life. The things that woman could do with her mouth, and her cunt—oh man.. her cunt—had felt like paradise.
When she grabbed his hand and apparated him directly into her living room the night before, he had immediately increased his grip on her arm and pulled her into him, lips planted firmly against hers.
They didn't even make it into her bedroom before he had her shaking underneath him using just his tongue against her clit and his fingers in her slit. The noises she made for him had him harder than he'd ever been in his life and he wasn't even naked yet.
Then she had stood up on shaky legs and dragged him to her room, leaving a trail of his clothes behind them.
The first thing he noticed when he walked into her room was the large floor-to-ceiling mirror situated next to the closet door. She must have noticed where his attention was, because the next thing he knew, she was on her knees in front of him with a smirk.
Hermione angled her herself just enough that he could see everything in the mirror. She let one hand slink down her body and Draco could see it slip between her legs and begin working sensually against her clit. Her other hand was focused, holding him in place.
He barely had time to process what was happening before she engulfed him entirely, which was no easy feat. Draco wasn't known for being humble, and there was a reason for that. So when he saw this woman take him all into her mouth as easy as breathing?
Let's just say Draco had almost come apart right then and there.
Between the silkiness of her mouth surrounding him and the stimulation of watching her tease herself in the mirror, it didn't take long for Draco's legs to start buckling. He wanted nothing more than to grab ahold of her head and fuck her mouth until she was choking, but the overwhelming urge to bend her over her bed and fuck her raw was more powerful.
So that's exactly what he did.
Forcefully but gently he pulled her off of him, whispering the naughty and sinful things he wished to do to her in her right ear while dragging her towards the bed. Shoving her down onto her stomach playfully, he slipped his hand between the crevices of her arse, rubbing her slick around and stimulating her at the same time.
At her whimper, he pushed himself in and felt her tense from the sensation of being filled. He stood frozen as he felt her squeeze him tightly, and he thought of England as she slowly adjusted to the intrusion.
He was more than ready to comply when she began moving against him. His large hands gripped her waist as he pulled and pushed himself in and out of her at a slow, teasing rate. She begged for more; he complied. Each stroke increased in speed as they both got lost in the other's passion.
Draco felt his orgasm slowly building up, so he leaned forward as he reached around Hermione's front and began rubbing her clit with small circles. He felt her squeeze around him again and her strength gave out as her body collapsed in pleasure onto the bed.
He kept his brutal pace going, intentionally hitting parts of her that resulted in a moan or whimper. She wasn't quiet, so he knew exactly when he was doing something right.
Finally, he felt it hit her. Her walls spasmed and she let out a string of explicit language. She reached back at Draco, her nails digging into the skin of his arms as he continued to pound into her quaking core, and she kept begging for more.
He increased his speed once again as he felt her legs go weak, hooking his arm around her waist to gain more leverage and sensed himself begin to lose control. She was practically limp now from pure exhaustion, but her toes were still curled and her head was thrown back onto his shoulder.
It only took one more squeeze of her walls against him and he lost it, shooting ropes of his seed deep inside of her. In the back of his mind, he thought about how wonderful that would have been if they'd done it with the purpose of creating his heir, but that passing thought was gone quicker than he had time to register it.
Draco stayed inside of her even after he felt himself soften, adjusting their exhausted bodies carefully under the dark purple duvet of her bed.
They ended up waking several more times throughout the night for repeat performances, and stayed in bed late through mid-morning just enjoying each other's company and learning the ins and outs of their bodies.
Which was exactly why Draco was exhausted now.
He had finally pulled himself out of her bed when he heard her stomach growl. Grabbing just his trousers, he told her he would fix tea while she cleaned up, and then they could make some lunch. He'd finished preparing the tea a while ago, but he could still hear her shuffling around in the bedroom and bathroom suite.
As he waited, he stared at the rainy streets outside her apartment window and contemplated the insanity that was the last twenty-four hours. Had someone told yesterday that he would be in Hermione Granger's bed that night and through to the next day, he'd assume they were a resident of the Janus Thickey Ward. Yet, here he was.
"Whatcha thinking about," he heard a voice call out and he spun around to greet its owner, but his reply quickly died on his lips.
Because Hermione Granger had done it again. Her hair was lightly mused, much more controlled than her earlier "just been shagged" look, and her face fresh and clean of make-up—but that's not what got him.
She was wearing a pair of black thigh-high knee socks, and his grey sweater from last night. On him, it fit snuggly and was tailored to be exactly right. But for her? The sweater was large and hung loose. It came about mid-thigh, leaving it so that when she began walking towards him it slipped up just enough to show him she wasn't wearing anything underneath.
And he was fucking struck dumb.
"Draco?" she asked again, her brow raising slightly.
"Sorry, you shocked me. My sweater, love?"
She blushed prettily and glanced away.
"Yes, it was on the ground, so it seemed easiest to just slip on."
"It's fine, but I must warn you."
She met his eyes again, a questioning eyebrow raised as he stepped closer to her.
"It's making me gain an appetite for something other than food."
With that, Draco leaned down, capturing her lips in a heated kiss. He pulled her in by her waist with his left arm while his right hand cupped her face, sliding slowly back into her hair. She reacted immediately by wrapping her arms around his waist.
They stood there, entwined in each other's embrace for a good while before Hermione pulled back and smiled at him.
"You may have an appetite for something else, but my stomach is still growling and ready for food."
"Fine, but when we're done—"
"Yes, yes, we'll shag on the table. Let's get some food."
Damn. That woman.
When the zeros line up on the 24-hour clock
When you know who's callin' even though the number is blocked
When you walked around your house wearin' my sky blue Lacoste
And your knee socks.
They ended up making pancakes. Something about it felt rather domestic, and for the first time in forever, Draco didn't feel a need to be guarded of his emotions. She was a complete stranger, and yet here he was ready to do anything just to spend a little more time with her.
They did end up shagging on the table right after they finished lunch, just as she promised, but also on the counter while they attempted to clean up their mess, only to make it worse when she accidentally knocked the bowl full of soapy water onto the ground.
Later that afternoon, when he was finally about to leave, Draco froze in horror when he realized it was a Wednesday and she should be at work. Hermione only laughed and told him she was on a forced vacation after a large win by her department.
That eased his fears, but his anxiety was still on high alert for the question he wanted to ask next.
"I enjoyed this Hermione," he paused. "A lot. Truly."
"Me too," she tilted her head slightly, not meeting his eyes, and her teeth popped out faintly as she began chewing on her lip.
"I want to do it again."
Her head jerked up.
"Me too," she responded breathlessly, in mild disbelief.
Well, you cured my January blues
Yeah, you made it all alright
I've got a feelin' I might have lit the very fuse
That you were tryin' not to light
They did continue to see each other.
Draco was unsure the next day how to approach her, but his fears were quickly calmed when he saw a beautiful white and black speckled owl flying towards his window. On its leg was a letter with his name on the back in her handwriting. He detached the letter, offering the owl a treat as it waited for a reply from Draco.
On the inside was a request to join him for lunch the next day. He quickly responded yes.
As the months carried on they continued to meet in secret. Each rendezvous was always more pleasurable than the last, and every time Draco could feel his heart chipping away and into her palms. She was funny, kind, and warm, and she didn't care who he was, despite knowing his past better than most.
Gods, she was warm.
Draco had never known warm quite like her.
Neither had planned on going public with their relationship quite yet. Draco wasn't even sure if he could call whatever they had a relationship, as they never truly declared labels. He just assumed they would get there when they got there. He was happy with casual, and she appeared to be that way as well.
But as the days turned to weeks turned to months, Draco was getting closer and closer to throwing caution to the wind and just telling her "I want it all" only to see what she would say.
That night, he sat in his dining room eating dinner with Adrian and Theo. Blaise claimed he had something planned that evening, so was not able to attend. Meanwhile, Adrian and Theo were arguing back and forth about a girl Adrian had begun seeing.
"She's hot, she's great in bed," Adrian stated, "So, I don't know what your problem is, Nott."
"It's not my problem, more of a her-problem." Theo shot back.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"I'm not fond of being woken up to howlers every morning when I'm hungover."
Adrian scoffed, "That happened one time, and it was about calling her drunk or something."
"No. Not drunk," Theo squinted his eyes, "I believe the exact phrasing was 'why'd you only call me when you're high?' and she has a valid point."
Draco couldn't control his snort of laughter at this.
"Oh shut up the lot of you," Adrian whined.
"Sorry, mate," Draco smiled. "What did you say her name was again?"
"Arabella."
"Pretty. This the redhead from AM?"
"Yeah," Adrian sighed, "I thought we really hit off, but now someone has me questioning the whole thing."
Draco was laughing with mirth at his friend when he heard pecking at the window. Glancing up, he saw an owl holding the evening newspaper. Normally he didn't bother with the thing, just tossing it aside, but he knew Adrian had a thing for the magical puzzles in the back. So, after opening the window to get the Prophet from the owl, Draco quickly threw the paper at the other blonde man in the room who caught it with his chaser reflexes.
"Oi, looks like the bookworm's got a boyfriend," Adrian said suddenly after barely glancing at the pages in his hands. The panic that shot through Draco pulsed quickly, but he managed to shutter his face. His heart was hammering, but to the outside world, he looked cooler than ice.
"Oh? Granger?" was all he responded.
"Yeah," Adrian trailed off, reading the article in the newspaper. "Says here she was spotted with her ex Victor Krum over the weekend in a fancy restaurant alongside the river."
Draco froze, his heartbeat loud in his ears.
"Apparently, there was a kiss."
And that's when his heart shattered.
He could feel the cracks of despair creeping their way inside him, followed closely by the anger-fueled ice sealing them making him cold to the core. His mind went blank, almost like he was trying his best to not let the truth of the matter sink in.
He continued to sit there. No reaction gracing his face as he slowly let the numbness take over his body.
You were a stranger in my phonebook I was actin' like I knew
'Cause I had nothin' to lose
When the winter's in full swing and
Your dreams just aren't comin' true
Ain't it funny what you'll do?
"Do I want to know? Tell me the fucking truth."
He could tell the viciousness of his tone shocked her. He hadn't spoken that way in years, and certainly not to Hermione.
Not long after he had kicked Theo and Adrian out of his house for the evening, providing them both with one drink for the road to make them happy for him calling an early night, he sent an owl to Hermione requesting to meet her at her apartment. In retrospect, he probably should have sat it out and waited, but he was hurt and functioning on autopilot.
Draco stared at the newspaper the entire time as he waited for her response. It replayed the picture over and over, Hermione sitting there and suddenly the man—Victor—was kissing her. He had tangible proof, and as he studied the image, he only got angrier and angrier.
That bite in his voice was impossible to keep out when he slammed the Prophet down on the table in front of Hermione once she allowed him access to her home.
She tried to explain, but her mumbled excuses were flimsy. She repeated over and over that it wasn't her, that Victor kissed her, that she didn't kiss him back, but the image just kept playing over and over in Draco's head, leaving him incapable of bringing himself to believe her.
"Why won't you believe me?" she whimpered, obviously distraught.
"Whatever. Fuck him if you want," Draco scoffed. "Just leave me the fuck alone."
He stormed towards her fireplace, and she let him. Just sat there and watched him walk away. Draco could hear her tears, and part of him almost turned around and walked back to her, but his stubborn pride prevented him from doing so. Instead, he walked away from her now-familiar apartment.
When the zeros line up on the 24-hour clock
When you know who's callin' even though the number is blocked
When you walked around your house wearin' my sky blue Lacoste
And your knee socks
She had been trying to floo call him all night long.
Ever since he walked out on her last week, he had been wallowing in his solitary pity. All of his friends, even his parents, had attempted to contact him to no avail. The only sign of life he gave was a resounding "fuck you" when Blaise dared to stick his head into Draco's bedroom. They all opted to leave him alone after that.
But now, she was trying to reach him, and that was an entirely different level of annoyance. It started around 8 pm and hadn't stopped since. He thought he had her blocked from doing so but apparently, the Brightest Witch of Her Age was not fond of being blocked out. So with each attempt, he took another sip of his firewhiskey.
It was around midnight when he finally had enough to drink to answer her.
"What do you want?" was his sharp greeting.
Hermione betrayed her shock, clearly not expecting him to finally answer her call after an entire evening of no response. She looked awful, the bags under her eyes more pronounced than normal and her hair had her own personal tornado run through it.
Not that he had room to talk, he probably looked just as terrible as she did.
"Please let me explain."
"Why?"
"Please, Draco, le-"
"Why should I, Hermione? Why?"
"Because," she hesitated before finding the courage to speak. "I wanna be yours, Draco. Only yours."
He wasn't sure whether to believe her or not. On one hand, the sincerity in her voice had him ready to fold, but he also could not forget the image in the newspaper. For a week that picture haunted him, trying to get the memory of her kissing another man out of his mind would be difficult.
Not just any man though, her ex-boyfriend whom she had dated for several years.
But she was warm. And, he missed warm.
"Fine," he tried his best to keep his voice void of emotion. "Let me get out of the way and you can come through."
He could see the relief fill her eyes and a spark of hope flashed in his gut, but he squashed it just as fast. He refused to give her the chance to break him again if this explanation wasn't worth the time. He stepped out of the flames, opening the floo up for her to travel through.
Hermione stepped out of his fireplace and immediately walked over to the couch at the edge of his bed. Not once did she glance his way, almost as if she was preparing herself. Knowing that if she looked at him it would all be over.
"First I want to say I am sorry that I hurt you," she began. "That was never my intention."
Draco just grunted.
"I should have been honest with you from the get-go. I told you Victor and I had broken things off, and that was true, I was single. Have been single. But the thing is, the break was supposed to be temporary while he moved from Bulgaria to England."
Draco didn't know how to react and she still was not looking at him. So he once again remained quiet.
"When we first began our..relationship, I wasn't expecting this. I wasn't expecting you. But you surprised me. You, Draco Malfoy, were the stranger I thought I knew, and it turns out you were the missing piece I needed to complete the full picture. And here I am, and I've fucked it up. It took losing you for me to finally snap out of it."
"What happened at that dinner, Hermione?" Draco finally spoke, albeit softly. He was still hurt, and despite the pretty words he wasn't sure if he could trust her yet.
"He kissed me. Exactly what I told you before." She took a deep breath. "The only reason I agreed to go to that dinner was to tell him I did not want to get back together. That dinner was to be goodbye for good. No one was supposed to know about it, especially not you, and now I realize how wrong I was to do that."
"Why didn't you just tell me this before?"
"I don't know. I've never been good at emotions. Knowledge, books, facts, those are easy." She finally met his eyes. He could see unshed tears and pain deep within them, and despite the strong walls he had been hastily building around his heart, he felt that one look tear them down. "This? Us? That's hard for me. But, I'm willing to learn. I'm willing to declare you mine to every person that passes us on the street. I'm willing to go to Azkaban and back declaring my love for you if I absolutely have to do that to get you in my arms again."
Draco froze.
"You love me?"
She looked embarrassed, almost like that last part wasn't supposed to slip out.
"Yes, I suppose I do."
Draco was still processing the words she spoke, but he could see her fidgeting more with each passing moment. He made a split-second decision, and with three easy strides pulled her up out of the couch and into his arms, embracing her in a warm hug that had a hidden message of forgiveness wrapped tight within.
He felt her relax into his arms and just as quickly as the ice around his heart had formed, it melted from the warmth he felt from this simple embrace.
After a moment, Draco pulled back just enough to look Hermione directly in the eye. Using his hand, he grabbed her chin and tilted her head up.
"I love you too, Granger. More than you know."
At that, he swooped in and kissed her with every ounce of frustration and love he felt towards her over the last week. He knew she was the one for him always.
They both knew things were different this time than the times before.
Before, their trysts were full of passion and lust, but this time, it was love driving their need to be together.
That was the only explanation for the way that Draco was cradling her and the way each movement sent a sense of relief and happiness through him.
He kissed her carefully, sweeping her off her feet but not stopping as he moved them slowly to his bed not far away. As he laid her down softly on the large mattress, he began moving his kisses down the side of her neck. Remembering the first thought he had about her neck all those many months ago on a Tuesday night, he nipped her softly, just enough to leave a mark.
Hermione groaned softly at his ministrations, sitting up a bit to help him pull her free of her shirt while Draco worked his way down her body. Unhooking her bra was easy enough, leaving him face to face with her breasts.
He ran his tongue over her left nipple slowly, blowing a bit of air on it as he did so. His right hand massaged her right breast, kneading gently and tugging at that nipple every once in a while. He took his time exploring and reacquainting himself with her body as her hands slid gently up his sides, only to find their home in his hair, blonde strands slipping through her grip as he pleasured her.
Draco continued his journey down and slid her pants off. He placed her legs over his shoulders and took in his prize. Oh, how he had missed the smell of her this past week. Her musky scent infiltrated his nostrils as he smiled up at her glossed-over eyes. Hermione was panting hard, the anticipation of what to come clouding her thoughts. He lowered his mouth to her center and she folded backwards.
He loved the taste of her, a bit tangy but sweet. She began whining softly as he rolled her clit between his teeth and tongue. He traced her opening with his fingers as he continued his dance on her clit. She was begging for more, but Draco had every intention to draw this out.
He started by slipping one finger in just to the knuckle, slowly pushing and pulling the finger in and out of her. She was sopping already and he was easily able to slip in a second. Hermione arched her back as she felt him introduce a new digit and her panting bounced off the walls of the large room.
Draco increased the pressure of his tongue on her clit, tracing a figure-eight pattern around the hardened nub. He felt her legs begin to shake around his head so he increased the speed of his finger while keeping his tongue moving at the exact same pace. Hermione began thrashing before she came, but Draco used the forearm of his free hand to shove her hips down.
Now pinned and unable to move, Hermione froze as her orgasm hit. The waves shocked her as she came harder than she'd ever come before and her legs tried to squeeze shut, trapping Draco's head in between her thighs.
Not that he minded, he could have easily died there a happy man.
When she finally relaxed, Draco stood up slightly and stripped all of his clothes while he observed her splayed out on his bed. She was breathtaking and he still had trouble believing she was his.
As he stroked his already hard length Draco admired the woman breathing hard in his bed. Her scent still remained on his lips, but his mind was elsewhere now. He crawled slowly back onto the bed and positioned himself to hover over her.
"Are you ready, my love?" he asked gently, tilting her head to look into his eyes.
She smiled back.
"Yes, of course. I love you."
Draco grabbed her legs and wrapped them around his hips, carefully aligning himself as he pushed slowly in. Both Hermione and Draco grunted at the feeling of being together like this, declaring their love both physically and emotionally.
"I love you too, Hermione."
Once she was comfortable, Draco began to roll his hip in slow but strong thrusts. He kissed her hard as he brought them closer to ecstasy. One of her hands pulled at his pale blonde hair, while the other gently scraped her nails against his back. Draco slipped his hand in between them and stimulated her clit once again to bring her closer to the edge.
He sensed himself lose it first though, mad sounds slipping through his lips. After a week of not being with her, of being angry with her, Draco felt like he was on top of the world having her in his arms. Soon, he was speeding his thrusts up frantically as he felt himself begin to tumble. Hermione must have detected it too because before he knew what was happening, she flipped him over and sat firmly on his cock.
He groaned at the sight of her naked and glorious on top of him. She began riding him vigorously, pulling his hands to touch her clit and breasts. He worked diligently to keep her with him.
It didn't take long before she was arching her back up and forcing herself down in the throes of passion. One look at that, Hermione's tits exposed and his cock buried deep inside of her while she came apart around him had Draco the following suit, coming deep inside of her.
She collapsed onto his chest and he simply held her there in the silence. Only the noise of the fire crackled as they basked in the warmth of each other.
The late afternoon, the ghost in your room
That you always thought didn't approve
Of you knockin' boots
Never stopped you lettin' me get hold
Of the sweet spot by the scruff of your
Knee socks
Later that night, Draco finally uncurled himself from her side and grabbed a pair of pajama bottoms for each of them and a top for her. Throwing them her way, he watched as she slipped them on and tied the pants so they fit her better.
When she was done he called for his house-elf and asked for them to bring them dinner by the fireplace. The little elf agreed enthusiastically, and Draco thanked them.
Turning back to Hermione, he smiled gently at her look of contentment as she sat on the edge of his bed. Walking up to her, he grabbed her hand to help her stand and kissed her softly.
"Let's go sit by the fire," he said.
She nodded, and he led her to the comfortable couch she had been sitting on earlier. As they curled up fireside, she leaned back into him and let out a happy sigh.
"You can disagree, but I vote we go on a vacation to the beach somewhere soon, just the two of us," Hermione suggested.
"Will you be wearing your knee socks?" Draco asked, smirking at her with a tilted head, his hair hanging over his eyes.
"That depends," she pushed herself even closer to him. "Are you my mine?"
His answering kiss was all the confirmation she needed.
You and me could have been a team
Each had a half of a king and queen seat
Like the beginnin' of Mean Streets
You could be my baby.
Author's Note:
First and foremost: this one shot is dedicated to Kai, whose favorite song off of AM is Knee Socks.
It is also dedicated to Bella, who's patience is nonexistent, and therefore pushed me to write this sooner than planned.
Big thank you so so so much to my dear beta, Anna, for editing the hell out of this thing and making so much better than it already was.
And an even bigger thank you to dhr twt for supporting me as I worked this thing out and have hyped me up the entire way.
LOVE YOU ALL
- lauren
Please Note: All recognizable characters are not my own, and the intellectual property of JKR. Furthermore, the song and lyrics to Knee Socks belongs to Arctic Monkeys and Alex Turner. This is merely inspired by them both.