Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Hermione Granger
Setting: hogwarts aftermath au
Word Count: 374
Tag: for #dhrfavorites jan 2016 new year's prompts ; prompt: new year's in hogwarts & parties
It was a small affair, nowhere near the size of their Fourth Year's Yule, thank Merlin. Everyone was still too tense to croon over dress catalogs, hands were still rigid from tightly grasping on wands, mouths too set in thin lines that swallow the ability of speech, and the desire to shed some skin, put their hair up, or simply invite someone to dance were all not on priority's list.
So it became harshly mandatory, a dress code that could be accommodated with even a cut of Hogwarts bed curtains and a little magic; it was officially a celebration of a new year to come, but un-officially, it was a photo-op and the attendance was to take into account how much booze was to be ordered.
Fifty minutes in, plates were cleared along with the tables and the remaining student body simply formed the usual dance circle and nothing else really happened.
The Head Prefects simply thanked the effort made and it was in unison that the Great Hall was cleared and the elves bowed and gestured the humans back to their Common rooms where the forgetting could continue.
Hermione's mouth was still swollen, glisteningly damp and they stung slightly. She flattened them now, wincing as the pressure on the blood splatters must have begun bruising.
Draco's shoulder blades were starting to itch. The salt of their sweat didn't help much with fresh scratch marks, but it wasn't the first time and he knew better; he swung his oxford shirt over his shoulders and grasped the flutes between his knuckles.
Hermione took the champagne from the cooling bucket and barely flinched when the cork popped and foam ran sticky down her arm.
Draco remained standing when she poured each glass full.
Hermione reached for her share and scooted backwards into the bed.
Draco crawled into the bed and closed her legs into him with his arms.
Hermione suckled on the skin of his throat before raising the champagne to her lips.
Draco waited until she finished before taking her hand in his, twining their fingers together.
The drinks tasted of irony and they sat there, toasting to the room still smelling of them and sex, and wondered how long could they last like that.
A/N: i'm just a bulb of sunshine, am I?