Drabble 02: He's jealous, and she's blushing.
Set: After war in book seven.
Rating: M
Note(s): My wonderful friend Ruth (glassesarefornerds) has started a Dramione story that everyone should read. Anyways, this definitely isn't as dark as my first drabble. Make sure to review! For each review, if I don't get that many, I might do that many more drabbles. (:
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"Do you love me?"She asked as if whatever answer he gave she wouldn't believe. Smoke surrounded the pair as they traveled down the streets of London at midnight. Her cigarette was almost through, and he had just started.
Trust was, he hated the habit, but he'd do anything for her. He'd do anything to keep her. Even if it meant an early death.
"Of course I do. Why wouldn't I?" The question seemed to create a falter in his steps. One foot, barely grazing the other in a stumble. He loved her more than himself. For a Malfoy, that was a whole lot.
"Ron said he loves me too,"She said simply, breathing out smoke smoothly. It formed a perfect little ring. Or a noose to kill himself with. That stupid Weasley. He had claimed her already. She was his.
"You shouldn't believe a Weasley. Remember, gingers don't have any fucking souls,"He told her, after he finished coughing harshly on smoke. Who knew such a beautiful girl could have such an ugly habit?
His joke earned a smirk that caused him to stare at her unbelievably kissable lips. What he wouldn't give to just take her against the alley wall.
"Clever." Was her only response until they reached the apartment she shared with that little Weasley and Potter. Potter had come out of the closet a week ago, causing Ginny to kick him out promptly. She sent him a Howler later that opened in front of the whole office at the Ministry. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.
Hermione crushed her cigarette with the heel of her black converse and headed to open the door to her apartment. He quickly thought up something to say to make her stop.
"Are you ever going to tell them?" This was exactly what he needed to say to make her stop her steps.
"Tell them what?" She said it with a smirk so big. She was teasing him. That damned vixen. Two could play that game.
He walked closer to her, his body pinning hers against the wooden door. She could feel all of him, and he could feel all of her. His hands rested at her waist, while she made her hands comfortable on his shoulders.
"Tell them that instead of working late every single night that you're fucking me,"His mouth was on her ear,"That you enjoy it so much that you just keep coming back for more." He flicked his tongue out to lick her ear, and her body melted against his. He had always liked control. Especially the control that he always had over Hermione Granger.
The door suddenly opened, Draco and Hermione falling to the floor at someone's feet. It was Harry and Ron. Ron looked bewildered, eyes and mouth opened wide.
"Shut your mouth before you catch a fly, Weasley,"Draco said with a smirk as he got himself and Hermione to their feet.
Hermione was smoothing her bushy hair and blushing. From embarrassment or sexual tension, it wasn't clear. Harry was the first one to speak.
"Well, now that we have that settled. Should we talk about putting Silence Charms around your room? Because I personally don't want to hear the two of you shagging every night like you apparently do."
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