Drabble 06: Malfoys don't ask anything.
Set: After the seventh book.
Rating: M
Notes: May I just say thank you to my two reviewers, and the one person who keeps this on story alert. I love you guys right now.
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"Marry me." Those two words ruined her whole evening.
She had been secretly meeting Draco Malfoy for weeks now. They would say hello or not then they would sit and drink wine for a while or they'd fuck each other on the kitchen floor until Hermione's voice was raw before they said their goodbyes or she'd sneak out of the mansion that was Malfoy Manor while Draco showered.
They weren't serious about each other. Draco had made that abundantly clear at Harry's engagement party to Ginny only a few days before when he'd brought Pansy Parkinson to the party. That little bitch had the smuggest look on her face when she saw Hermione. It was as if she knew about the affair.
Hermione had been happily married for two years. She'd been married for four.
The first two years of her marriage to Ron had been the happiest days of her life. The two had been the happiest couple. Then, they had found out Hermione couldn't have children. Since Ron had come from a big family, he had been expecting a lot of children. Hermione was useless in his eyes.
She was off at some bar getting plastered when Draco had come up to her. They spoke no words to each other except when they were screaming random exclamations later that night. That had started her affair with Draco, and she wasn't proud of it.
The two had been lying in bed, Hermione waiting for Draco to take a shower like their usual routine when Draco had said those two words. He didn't ask her which might have been the source of her anger. He told her to marry him, practically ordered. Hermione wasn't one to take orders from the likes of Draco Malfoy.
She had quickly squashed the hopeless romantic side of her and was lighting quick out of the bed. She found a random shirt, obviously Draco's because of how it fit on her body. She searched for her pants.
Draco watched her from the bed, eyes unsurprised at how she took his order. It wasn't until her clothes were actually on did he realize she was speaking.
"-bloody rude bastard! How could you think I'd actually say yes to something like that! You're absolutely out of your mind is what you are! Are you even bloody listening to me?" He loved her when she was angry.
"Hermione, I want you to marry me. Marry me,"He repeated to her. Why couldn't she just give in for once? His pants were soon thrown into his face.
"Get the bloody hell out!"She yelled at him, obviously not realizing where she was.
"This is my house,"He said, smirk tainting his lips. If it was possible, she seemed to get angrier.
"Then I'll leave!" As soon as her hand reached the door knob, she was pinned to the wooden door.
"Don't leave. Marry me,"He said in her ear, lips trailing down to her neck. He knew all her sweet spots as she became pliant in his hands.
"Why don't you bloody ask next time?"She said, though she wouldn't realize until later that Malfoy's weren't the type to ask anything.
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