Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Hermione Granger
Word Count: 868 words
He held up the strand that he extracted from his bloody mouth as she scrunched up her nose and snickered,"That is not my hair." He growled, pushing out his jaw to deny her seek. "Should I thank Salazar that it is not this time?"
"You said you wanted a bed—" her hands still managed to loop around his shoulders, sliding her palms over his back.
"That doesn't forgive..." he muttered before conceding to his own weakness, dipping his tongue down into the arch of her throat.
"It is not my cat's fault that it lives in my dormitory."
He heard her whine when he bypassed her collarbones with only a graze of his lips. "Next time the sex will be anywhere but here."
She weaved her fingers through his mess of hair and tugged lightly, "Of course, let's find a free broom cupboard—"
He glared over her heaving ribs, "We are not having sex in a broom cupboard."
"Have you wrote your mum yet?" she retorted as she nudged the side of his head with her calf.
"You and your ways to make intelligent conversation when I'm trying to shag you brainless—" He made sure to press his tongue down after so all she could do is writhe and clutch his hands on her hips.
The crystals shivered as he slammed the door to the deserted space, away from the drinking and jeering and laughter; he was stone-cold and freezing in the middle of May. He found himself choking of the crisp, hollow air of the ballroom, and slapped a hand over his mouth to stop himself from being sick.
He thought he could smell her. He thought he might have tasted her blood.
"You aren't here to yell at me?" her voice was groggy and hoarse even after the glass of water that he was sure she had been screaming.
What is there to stop him from staggering in front of her bravery, to have kissed along her new scar when she was sleeping, for her arms to be around his unworthy shoulders, need her to steal his breath away just so he wouldn't beg her— "My parents are in custody in Azkaban. What's done is done."
"Azkaban? I thought the Ministry was going to honor —" her eyes were frantic and she grunted as she rose up to meet him half-way.
"They are the safest there. Your way worked."
I lost an uncle and my father could have had his cover blown, but I didn't lose you sounded so selfish that he shuddered as he buried his nose at the back of her ear and felt her warmth over his left arm steady his thoughts even just for a while.
His few mouthfuls of dinner ended up on the bare floorboards and the tears followed; he felt the pain and hopefulness in all the crevices she had discovered with her touch, and he tried pressing at his chest to stop the agony and the hopelessness from escaping through his hold because at least he still got to feel.
It was not a week, not a hundred hours nor thousands of minutes but he didn't know how to measure soon.
"Don't touch that." he shifted away from her and onto his back, but her warm body stubbornly followed, curving around him.
"It's just your arm." was the reply he hated when she used it to justify why the fuck she was still seeing him, helping him with the task, kissing him, holding him when he shake at what he had decided to do.
"Draco... come on."he wiped his nose on his sleeve and leapt up to see Pansy closing the door behind her, standing upright and staring at the oversized sweater over her slender figure and how she had folded her hands tightly over the R in the front.
He caught his oldest friend into his arms as she dived into him and found himself smoothing trembling hands over the material and recognising the scent on her again.
"He is safe. They are both safe." Pansy was gasping between her whimpers but he heard her all the same, "She's safe. They got away."
"What if—"
"There's no more what-ifs, Draco," he closed his eyes to memorise how his skin still react to her jaw moving over his bare shoulder, "I don't want to go back. I'm with you. That's all it matters."
"But I love—"
She leaned in and took it out of his mouth and pulled him closer even though he was clutching her too tightly
He was being ungrateful, but he still stopped and nodded once to his father's slightly exasperated gesture towards his room before yanking the doors open and
I trust that you will find a way. Wait for me.
His left hand was shaking so hard he had to press his wrist bone into the bed post.
"It's just you and me... for now."
Crookshanks hesitated, just enough to send him to his knees, then leapt off the bed and padded towards him, wanting the tattered collar back.
A/N: I'm with you until the end of the line.