Drabble 03: Her voice was so small, and he felt even smaller.
Set: After war in book seven.
Rating: M
Notes: Anyone else think that this drabble is just lacking?
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.

"I didn't want it, Hermione." His voice was pleading. That damned Pansy. Why couldn't she keep her hands to herself? She knew that he and Hermione were together. The whole damned wizarding world knew about it.

They had been attending Harry and Ron's engagement party. The two had come out with their romance only a few days ago, and Harry had already popped the question. The boy was always the braver of the two. The couple had been having a wonderful time dancing, drinking, and laughing. The drinking part had been Draco's downfall.

His ex-girlfriend, Pansy Parkinson, wasn't a nice character. She was a true Slytherin, and she acted like a spoiled brat all the time. Breaking up with her for Hermione had been like killing her parents to her. She had went nuts, jinxing Hermione when she saw her in the Ministry or in Diagon Alley. After a few of Hermione's more creative jinxes however, the one where she made Pansy's mouth vanish to America had been one of the best, Pansy finally had given up and left the couple alone. At the party though, Pansy had more than one or two drinks. She started staring at Draco from across the room, cornering him when she got the chance. He had just been on his way back from a quickie with Hermione in the bathrooms and was adjusting his suit and hair.

The damnable girl had pounced onto him, pinning him against the wall. Not being one to hit a girl, Draco had paused. He had been curious to what she was going to do to him. He could move her off of him at any time, but he didn't want to do it too hard. He realized later that he should have just shoved her off when he had the chance.

Apparently, he hadn't zipped up his pants yet, because the next thing he knew Pansy's face had disappeared from few. Hands were grabbing him from his dress pants, and he froze. His discomfort was obvious as Pansy moaned at the sight of him. He felt like he was going to throw up. He reached down, grabbing her shoulders to pull her off. That was the moment however, that Hermione left the bathroom. She had a clear view of what was going on.

Draco's heart broke as he saw her eyes water before her chin pulled up in defiance. She wouldn't let Pansy see that it got to her, no matter how much her heart was breaking. Draco became unfrozen and shoved Pansy back onto the floor. She landed with a thud. Hermione was off like a flash in the next moment, disappearing down one of the halls of the place Harry and Ron rented out for their engagement party.

He ran faster than he ever had before, situating himself back into his pants. He didn't even hear Pansy's cry of outrage as he worked on finding Hermione. He checked every single room before he found the one she was hiding in. She looked so beautiful in her light colored dress with her hair smoothed back into the bun on the top of her head that he had undone a few moments before the scene with Pansy.

Her eyes were red and puffy, but she was still so beautiful in his eyes. This is where our story continues.

"HOW DARE YOU! I JUST HAD SEX WITH YOU, AND YOU WENT TO GET A BLOWJOB FROM PANSY FUCKING PARKINSON?" She was screaming louder than he had ever heard her before. By now the whole party could probably hear them.

"I didn't want her to do it! She forced herself on me! You've got to believe me!" He yelled right back at her. He just wanted her to listen. Listen to him and believe him. Hermione looked at him with less anger in her eyes than before. She heard him crystal clear. Doubt was still lingering though.

"She forced herself on you?" The question was one that chilled him to his core. Why couldn't she just believe him? Why couldn't they get back to the party with all its drinking, dancing, and laughing?

"Yes, she did. Hermione, I love you more than anything. No Pansy Parkinson could ever change that." The words went through her doubt and crushed it. She pounced on him, hugging him to her. He wrapped his arms around her small waist, burying his face in her neck.

"You mean it?" Her voice was so small, and he felt even smaller. He pulled away, lips closing in on her own.

"Always and forever."

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