Drabble 11: She thought he was too pale, and he thought she should shut up.
Set: Somewhere in the books.
Rating: M
Disclaimer: I claim no ownership.
She hadn't realized until he had pinned her against the walls of an empty corridor how pale he really was. It seemed to run in the family, the pallor of their skin and hair. She couldn't have been the only one to realize though. Draco was never the type you made fun of people avoided doing just that, but she was different.
"Why are you so pale?" Her question interrupted his assault on her neck which should have kept her begging for more, not questioning him.
He raised his head to look into her eyes. They were shining with lust and something else that nearly knocked her over.
"Granger, I'm busy here." He left it at that before starting to kiss down her neck once again. Hermione wasn't that easy to get rid of though. He should have known that.
"I understand you're busy, but seriously? Why are you so pale? It's not normal. Maybe you should go get some sun. We'll go right now!" She tried to walk away from him, but he gripped her wrist. He effectively pulled her back to the dark corridor and seemed to groan. But Malfoy's didn't groan, so of course, the sound was in her head.
"It runs in the family. Now, let me fuck you against this wall before I have to result to other methods." His eyes shined with the same lust from earlier, and her breath left her. She smiled a bit as she collected herself.
"And what would these methods be?" She should have known better than to question him. His hot breath was near her ear as he traveled down. He was kissing the tops of her breasts when their eyes met, and she gasped quietly. He then continued down, down, down until he was kneeling on the floor, kissing her thighs.
"These methods." Those were the last words heard in the corridor until the muffled screams of Hermione Granger were gone.
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