Here's my attempt at something not as fluffy - but still turned out semi fluff.
.it is what it is.
Based off the Taylor Swift song: Illicit Affairs
Enjoy!
Illicit Affairs
Draco has a curl of her chestnut hair wrapped around his fingers, he begins to absentmindedly rub his thumb along its shiny smooth surface while smirking at the light touch of pink upon her cheeks - no doubt a response from the dirty joke he has just made.
It had been a complete coincidence that they had even ended up in this cobblestone alleyway, Draco had just walked out of the Potions shop when he noticed this particular head of curls - that were now around his fingers - not too far in the distance. Never one to waste a beautiful opportunity such as this, he followed along behind her until they were in a more secluded area, cast a disillusionment charm on himself and hurried ahead of her, ducking into their current alleyway.
The look of bewilderment that overcame her face when he swiftly pulled her to him, was one he wishes to never forget, it was definitely worth all the effort.
The slight hexing he received afterwards though - maybe not so much.
He let out a small chuckle as he recalled the memory.
"What could you possibly find so funny right now? I very nearly scorched your eyebrows off!" she sternly told him, but he could see the corners of her lips starting to lift, and wasn't surprised in the least when it became a full blown smirk.
That smirk was always his undoing.
"Oh please, Granger, I had my shield up in plenty of time, you know your dueling skills are no match to mine." He tells her, while still twirling the curl around his finger, and he watches as her smirk turns into a scowl.
"Mm, yes, and it has nothing to do with the fact that I go easy on you every..single..time.." she says to him with a knowing look, causing a muffled roar to begin in his throat.
The hand that had been twirling the curl slowly makes its way behind her neck, and he starts to push her up against the wall, getting reinforcement from her slight gasp. He slowly tilts his head down towards hers, already anticipating the taste of her lips against his…when suddenly they start to hear voices coming their way, they jump apart, instantly breaking the spell they'd been under.
She looks up at him with a sheepish look on her face, and he already knows what she is thinking.
Not here. Not now.
He makes a small attempt to reach for her, one last touch…but she infinitesimally shifts her body at the same moment, and he knows it's time to go.
They give each other one last look, a look of longing, of what could have been, before Draco pulls the hood of his cloak over his head and escapes back into the crowded streets of Diagon Alley.
Hermione likes to think of herself as having copious amounts of self-discipline, at least when it really matters, she corrects herself.
But at the moment, what little self-discipline she had in her at the start of this meeting is quickly fading.
She had chosen a seat as far away from him as possible, twelve seats to be exact, and yet she can still smell the Black Dragon cologne she bought for him. It's been eating away at her not to look in his direction, even though she is completely certain he's glanced her way numerous times. She's all but given up on taking away anything from this bloody joke of a meeting when Draco Malfoy is called on to give his viewpoint on whatever matter they've been discussing for the past thirty minutes.
"Oh for the love…" she incoherently mumbles to herself, and finally glances his way, immediately regretting it.
He has chosen a dark blue muggle suit today, tailored to perfection she might add, and it takes everything in her not to roll her eyes at the audacity of the man.
He knows muggle suits are her weakness.
She swears on Godric's grave himself…
As soon as the meeting is adjourned she is rushing out of the room, anxious to be back in the safety of her office, and away from any Slytherin temptations.
Hermione is just about to reach her door when she hears her name being called,
"Oi, Granger, I had something I needed to discuss with you from the meeting?"
Always one for formalities.
She doesn't even turn around or give him any indication that she's heard him, but he knows, he always knows.
Once the door to her office has closed, she swiftly turns around and can finally succumb to the feelings that have all but overwhelmed her.
"Now, about that meeting…" Draco starts to say, but in three hurried steps Hermione is already next to him pulling him down to her level.
She starts to kiss him, a bit frenzied at first, but he quickly takes over, bringing an intensity she's never known before. Her hands start to grab onto his hair, and with a slight pull she's able to emit a soft moan from his lips.
A color she's never seen with anyone else dances before her eyes, a moment she never wants to end.
A knock at her door brings them back to the present. The color is already fading from view.
Draco looks down at her and gives her one more kiss on the lips,
"As I was saying about that meeting…you looked utterly ravishing today…I couldn't keep my eyes off you."
And with that he steps over to her fireplace and floos away before she can fully comprehend what has just happened.
A second rap on the door reminds her that she is in her office, and a decorum of professionalism is still required.
"Yes, one moment" she calls out.
"Hermione, it's me, just wanted a quick chat about this weekend?" replies none other than the famous Harry Potter, her best friend.
"Shite." Hermione exclaims, as she simultaneously casts a scourgify on herself, ridding any smell Draco may have left behind.
With the smell of him gone, she starts to open the door, the high she had been riding up until that moment has started to come crashing down, and the looming dread of having to face Harry is taking over.
"Hiya Harry," Hermione says as she gives him a quick hug, making sure to act as normal as possible.
But it seems not normal enough, as Harry is giving her a weird look,
"Why is your face so red..?"
Before Hermione can even make up an appropriate response, Harry decides to answer his own question.
"Ah, probably writing another heated letter to the Wizengamot, eh?" he chuckles, "I always tell them not to mess with you…"
Hermione gives a halfhearted chuckle, probably a beat too late, but Harry doesn't notice.
He's already helping himself to her licorice wand stash behind her desk.
"So this weekend?" She reminds him, hoping that will keep him on track and away from other probing questions.
"Yes! The engagement party. Ginny wanted me to stop by and double check if you were bringing a plus one…I told her you weren't…but you know how she gets…" he gives a half shrug, only half interested in the conversation.
So much for staying away from probing questions.
"Well, once again, the Boy Who Lived would be right, it'll just be me, much to Ginny's dismay."
She says with a slight inflection to her tone.
Harry didn't miss the implication this time, he walks over to her and puts a brotherly hand on her shoulder, "hey, she just wants what's best for you…we both do 'Mione."
Hermione feels an overload of shame, what has she become, who has she become? Lying to her best friends. All for what? Something that might never be..
He needs to see her.
It's been two whole days since he's been able to kiss her or even touch her for that matter,
and it's driving him mad.
He knows she hates it when he floos in unannounced, but he doesn't have the patience to wait for an owl reply, and she never can stay mad at him for long…
The floo powder is in his hands before he can spend too much time thinking his actions through, he wants to see her, so by Godric he's going to see her.
As he walks out of her fireplace, he's caught off guard by the absolute vision that stands in front of him.
Hermione stands before him in a floor length silver dress that shimmers as if it's made up of thousands of crystals. Her hair is down, just the way he likes it, but she's tamed it even more than usual. Draco is completely lost in his thoughts that he doesn't hear the words coming out of her lips.
"Wha..sorry, what?" he's able to stutter out.
"I said, what are you doing here Malfoy?" Hermione says, with clear impatience.
This was not how he saw this going. Firstly, he didn't expect Hermione to look like THAT and secondly, he envisioned her being less frustrated with him appearing out of nowhere.
He takes a step toward her but she instantly puts a hand out in front of her,
"Please, Draco, now is not a good time" she gently sighs.
"I wanted to see you…" Draco hates the hesitation in his voice, "where are you going?"
"I have plans."
Short and succinct. Her specialty.
"Plans?" he chokes out. "Looking like that?"
He knows the jealousy is clear in his voice, but there's nothing he can do to take the words back.
Hermione takes a step further away from him and starts to look up at the ceiling, anywhere that isn't looking at him, "What are we doing." she whispers.
Draco is clearly confused now, where is this conversation going…he gives her a throaty 'huh' in reply.
This response from him has only seemed to fuel the fire within her, she brings her eyes back down and looks straight at him, then instantly lashes out in a fierce cry,
"I SAID WHAT ARE WE DOING? LOOK AT THIS MESS THAT YOU'VE MADE ME!"
The resulting flinch from Draco is involuntary but immediately brings Hermione back down to a whisper.
"You, a Pureblood? With me..a..a.."
At this she turns her body away from him so he can no longer see her face.
As Draco watches Hermione's shoulders start to shake, everything begins to click into place.
Her words and the entirety of what they mean.
What she's been holding back from him this entire time.
What she really thinks of him.
He slowly walks up behind her, wrapping his arms around her shaking shoulders, enveloping her entirely. This only seems to make her crumble more though, and he uses all his strength to keep her upright.
As he turns his head to look at her he sees a single tear run down her face,
he leans his forehead against her temple and firmly declares,
"You know damn well, for you I would ruin myself, a million different times."