This drabble is dedicated to Mamapotterhead2492 for winning one of the Drabble Challenges in Dramione Fanfiction Forum (18+) on FB.

POV: Hermione

Pairing: Dramione

Prompt: Malfoy library, half past midnight, a discarded dress shirt, see thru knickers, and "For the Love of Merlin, it's so... big."


Hermione hadn't been looking for trouble when she showed up to the Malfoy's Annual Charity Auction. She'd only agreed to make an appearance because her boss made some passive aggressive threats and she didn't want to deal with his shite come Monday. She had made a promise to herself that she'd stay twenty minutes; make sure she was seen by anyone that mattered and then hightail it out of there at the quickest opportunity.

That had been the plan, anyway.

Funny how things work.

Perhaps, it was the glass of champagne that caused her irresponsible tumble through the corridors of Malfoy Manor, or maybe it was her innate curiosity that compelled her to search the halls long after the clocks had chimed midnight. She was due for an adventure, and this was probably the closest thing she would get to one for awhile.

So she continued on, running her hands along antique furniture and staring at the paintings lining the walls. She'd walked for quite some time before she stopped in front of a door that stood out from the others. The large door had an intricate pattern carved into its surface and she just knew something wonderful had to be behind it, so she ignored that voice in her head that said it was a bad idea and pushed the door open.

Her eyes widened at the sight.

Books.

There were books everywhere. She'd never seen so many in one place. Even Hogwart's library paled in comparison to the one that stood before her. The Malfoy's sure put their money where their mouths were. This place..was gorgeous. The decor was warm and inviting and the shelves were widely spaced, allowing more movement between them and the whole room stretched further than her eyes could even see. "For the love of Merlin, it's so...big." She muttered in awe.

Somewhere in the darkened room, she heard a chuckle. "Only you would have such a reaction to a library, Granger."

She turned quickly to her right and saw the Malfoy heir sitting leisurely on a chaise, a book in one hand and a glass of what looked to be brandy in the other. "What are you doing here?"

"Well, seeing as how it's my bloody library, I think I should be the one asking you that."

Heat rose to her cheeks and she stuttered, "I-I was just...looking around."

He smirked at her and set the glass of alcohol down. "Lucky for me then."

She turned around, ready to flee and leave the library, and the man, behind. "Sorry, I'll just…"

"Ah ah, Granger," Malfoy called, quickly snatching her wrist. "No need to go running off into the night. Stay awhile."

Still mildly embarrassed, she faced him. "Why would you want me to stay awhile?"

Surely you looked at yourself in the mirror before you arrived?" he asked, eyes trailing down her body in appreciation. "You look quite fetching in that dress, Granger."

She rolled her eyes. He always did know how to tease her. "You must have had one too many brandies's."

He sighed, "You never did know how to take a compliment."

Hermione took a moment to really observe him. His eyes seemed clear enough and the look he was giving her was one of unrestrained hunger as his hands trailed up and down her bared arms. Her heart sped up and she felt the tell tale signs of arousal between her legs at the look he'd given her. "You're being serious?"

"You're a bit late to the game. I'm always serious," he told her, "And right now, I'm very serious about getting you out of that dress."

Perhaps it was the heat of his gaze or the way he said it, but something snapped inside her and she found herself pulling him into a passionate kiss. If he was thrown off by her forwardness he didn't show it, he only slid his hands to rest on her hips as he kissed her deeply. All she could think about was how hot he felt under her fingers, how he tasted of brandy, and how much she needed him to show her a good time.

So somewhere between him snogging her and her shoving him into the nearest bookshelf, he'd discarded his shirt and began divesting her of her dress, and as he dropped to his knees when that was accomplished she could only sigh inwardly in relief. Of all the nights to be wearing see through knickers, she was glad it was this one.