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Title: Melting
Author: kalina-blue
Rating: pg-13
Word Count: 499
A/N: Written for dramione ldws round 1, challenge 5. The Prompt was 'Ice-cream'. I actually won that challenge. :)
Melting
It was 3am when Draco woke up and found the bed empty. Confused, he got up to search for his missing girlfriend, who had already been asleep when he had come home from work around midnight.
He didn't like sleeping alone and neither did Hermione, which made Draco suspicious of her unexpected absence.
He found her sitting in the kitchen, with a tub of ice-cream and a soup spoon in her hands, surrounded by various desert toppings. Draco was sure that her dentist parents would disown her, if they knew how much junk she was ingesting.
Leaning against the doorframe, he spoke, "Alright, what have I done wrong now?"
Hermione jumped. "Merlin, Draco. You scared me."
"Sorry," Draco apologized, remaining at the door.
"Why do you think you've done something wrong?" Hermione asked bewildered.
"Because it's the middle of the night and you're trying to give yourself a sugar shock." Draco rolled his eyes. "Sure sign that you're upset and usually it's my fault."
"I'm not upset," Hermione assured him. Draco watched with horror as she filled a spoon with ice-cream, poured some honey over it and added sprinkles on top. He got a toothache just watching her.
"You are upset!"
Ignoring Draco, Hermione continued eating. By the looks of it, she was enjoying her food immensely. Draco concluded that it was safe to come closer and sat down beside her, still watching apprehensively for any signs of distress.
"Stop looking at me like that. I'm fine," she scolded.
Draco continued staring when she topped off another spoonful of ice-cream with whipped cream and chocolate syrup, and devoured it.
"Are you trying to tell me that this"—he indicated the ice-cream—"is normal?"
Hermione ignored him, reaching for the brittle, but Draco noticed a faint blush colouring her cheeks.
Exasperated, Draco snatched the spoon out of Hermione's hands. "Will you just tell me what's wrong already? Or do I have to guess?"
Hermione tried to take her spoon back, but Draco held it out of her reach.
"Fine! I might have been a tiny bit frustrated. Now give it back."
"Frustrated about what?" Draco asked, but Hermione returned her attention to the ice-cream, dipping a finger into the tub and then sticking it in her mouth. The blush had become more pronounced.
"You look tired, maybe you should go back to sleep," Hermione suggested.
"About what?" Draco repeated.
"Just, you know…"
"No, I don't. That's why I keep asking."
"Well, it's just you've been working late… and I've had a lot to do at the Ministry… and we haven't really been together in some time…" Hermione mumbled.
"Are you trying to say you're sexually frustrated?"
Hermione nodded reluctantly.
"Why didn't you just wake me up?" Draco asked disbelievingly.
"You looked tired, and—" Draco grabbed the ice-cream tub, throwing it away carelessly. Then he pulled Hermione onto his lap. While they shared a passionate kiss—it really had been too long—the ice-cream lay forgotten on the floor—melting.