Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Hermione Granger
Setting: muggle au
Word Count: 309 words
i.
she first noticed his wrists, pale as snow against midnight black cuffs, folding his glasses from the bridge of his nose. she kept on staring as he glanced up, caught her gaze, and packed up his things as if he was scared she was going to go over.
ii.
she blew out a mouth, and licked the tail of the smoke to catch the taste of recklessness. it was a bad habit, she knows, but lately, she's all for bad habits. she kicked her boot on the ground, her free hand rilling up her bike to a storm. When he didn't look up from her engine, the tar tasted sour and she flung it in front of her, and let the tires run over and kill the light.
iii.
she bit down at the corner of her thumbnail as he stuck his thumb into his mouth to lick the icing away from his victoria sponge. he wasn't trying, and she was fully aware.
iv.
it was a hard month, and because he was like a drug, she was gasping, writhing and groaning in her bed, her mind only on how he would feel, how he would smell, and what she would let him have her. she tried, but it was not the same. nothing was him when everything was about him. she gasped, and nothing.
v.
of course he would have a girl. he did. of course. why did she think otherwise. the girl's brown hair was straight, tamed and ruled. her own was fair from it. the girl smiles; and she never does. he would smile at his girl, and he would never know she exists. the arch of his throat as he threw his head back in a laugh would haunt her dreams.
vi.
why did she think a redhead would be a good distraction?
A/N: this was weird.