My Mudblood
She opened her eyes to a light glow coming from the window. Hermione always loved the sunrise. It was probably because it reminded her of her husband's eyes. They had been married for two weeks now. She lay in bed and reminisced about how they had first come together.
She could always feel those eyes on her. They were there whenever she was in a crowd, but then they weren't. Then they were on her more often. More when she was alone. She had seen him turn around a corner once, but it was only an outline. Then he had confronted her.
It was a cold night in February, during their 7th year, and she was walking back to the tower from the library. She had lost track of time, as usual, and it was quite late. Then she felt those eyes. Her spine tingled, but she was not afraid. She stepped into an empty classroom to throw him off, but he followed her in. She stood extremely still as he came up behind her.
"Hello Granger" he whispered, sounding seductive yet snobbish at the same time. He ran his hands over her arms and breathed into her ear. "No matter what I might have said in the past, I've always loved your hair." He gently kissed her neck and made her tremble even more.
She knew that voice, but could not place it. Quickly, she turned around to see who it was. His lips were upon hers in seconds and she gave in. He tasted of roses, clove, grass, and sweat. He was also an exquisite kisser. So soft, yet hungrily and passionately. She looked into his face as they parted, but was not given an answer. He had his face cloaked by a mask that covered his eyes and hair.
He smiled at her gently and kissed her once again, softly. He then turned and walked towards the door.
"Wait! When will we meet again?" she asked shyly, blushing and looking at the floor.
"Eager, are you?" he laughed kindly. "Soon enough, my mudblood, soon enough."
He walked out the door as she gasped lightly. She only knew a few people who called her mudblood. So he must be a Slytherin, she thought. She walked back to the tower, running over all the words he said, trying to recall the voice. It wouldn't be long before she came to find out who it belonged to.
She rolled over to face her husband with bright, almost white hair, falling into his face. Draco was the only one who called her My Mudblood and she loved it.
