Dialogue Prompts: "Bite me." and "If you insist." Dramione pairing.
"How many times am I going to have to tell you that the schedules are to be finalised on Friday?" Hermione hissed. Her hands were balled into fists as her sides, and she was seconds from smashed her knuckles into Malfoy's ridiculously pointy face. "If you can't commit to the deadline—"
He huffed, and peeled his quidditch kit over his head. "Merlin, all you do is nag."
Heat bloomed in her cheeks. "Wait, stop undressing. Malfoy, I'm right here!"
Malfoy shrugged, and reached for the button of his trousers. "You're the one who thought it was so urgent to accost me in the Quidditch showers about the prefect schedule."
She did her best to look anywhere that wasn't his bare chest, and continued to fail. "They were to be turned into Headmistress McGonagall last night. If you're unable to meet that deadline each week, it's fine. Just let me take over."
"You mean like you do with everything else?" His trousers hit the floor, leaving him in a pair of silk boxers that she didn't look at.
Definitely not.
And her eyes certainly didn't linger on the outline of his—
"I don't take over everything."
He clicked his tongue. "You do, but that's beside the point. Why would I let you take over? That would mean you'd never come chasing after me anymore." Malfoy smirked, dragging his fingers through his hair.
She folded her arms over her chest. "Can you cover up or something?"
"Am I bothering you, Granger?"
Hermione sucked her bottom lip between her teeth and didn't reply.
He took a step forward, hand raising and he reached for her, dragging his fingers across her hip. "Because you're always fucking bothering me."
Anger surged up and she turned away. "Bite me, Malfoy."
"If you insist." Fingers locked around her wrists and her back met the wall roughly before she could process what had happened. Hard grey eyes peered down at her as his grip on her loosened. "You make me mental, you must realise that." He breathed, fingers tangling with hers as his breath fanned across his lips.
Her head spinning, Hermione shook her head. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
His lips brushed hers, soft and warm, and Hermione's parted. "I think you do, Granger."
As he leaned closer, her fingers brushed against his abdomen, and she pressed herself to the wall. Only for him to press himself against her. "I don't—"
He cut her off with a hard kiss, his lips pliable against hers when she would have expected him to be stiff and unyielding. He murmured her name, his fingers sliding through the gaps of hers as he held them over her head as he wedged his knee between her thighs.
Her skirt slid up. "We—"
"Hermione!" Ron called out, his voice far too close for comfort and she knew that Harry couldn't be far behind.
"—have to hide. Right now." Hermione finished weakly.
He'd dragged her inside the showers, and water rained down on them as the door to the locker room slammed open. Her blouse already soaked through, she felt the littlest bit triumphant as Malfoy couldn't move away from her.
"Can you keep quiet?" He whispered, hand slipping below her skirt.
She bit her lip, nodding.