I shall disclaim. I solemnly swear I'm up to no good- oh wait, I mean I do not own Harry Potter.
Really, guys? If I were JKR, I would be writing moar HP, not noncannon fanfic. Just sayin'. Oh, btw I vlog now.
Check me out on youtube AsTimeSlipsBy Oh it's Morgan.
Anywho, sorry for the wait. Lost my computer so I've been writing by hand and uploading on my Madre's when I can.
Also, this is unbetaed. Sorry in advance for any mistakes.
-Flashback-
They rounded the corner as their bickering rose to a crescendo.
"You know what, Malfoy? Fuck you!" Hermione spat. "I'm a muggleborn and I've gotten better marks than you, or any other pureblood for six years straight. Hmmm, I wonder why that could be? Maybe all that inbreeding finally affected your intelligence levels?"
"Is that what you think? You have to know, love, that you're the exception to the mudblood rule." He replied.
Hermione sputtered and whirled around, drawing her wand in a practiced motion.
"Don't call me that."
"What? Mudblood, or love?" He asked, an infuriating smirk sliding onto his face.
"Either." She ground out.
"Or what?" Malfoy drawled, crowding her closer to a wall.
"I'll-"
Suddenly, Hermione was cut off as Draco's mouth covered her own. She moaned in response, and her wand arm went slack, wand clattering to the stone floors of the corridor. He pushed closer to her, his hand sliding into her robes and traveling up her sweater clad ribcage. Hermione's hand snaked up his neck and wound into his silky, white blond hair. Draco nipped at her bottom lip, and she gave his hair a sharp tug in response. Slowly, ever so slowly, she traced his lip with her tongue, and Draco groaned in answer. Finally, they broke apart, heaving for breath.
"W-What was that?" Hermione asked, her voice a bit raspy.
"Really, Granger? Never been kissed before?" he questioned cruelly.
"I hate you. I hate you so much. Is this some kind of sick game, or do you get off on shite like this?" Hermione raged. "I don't even understand what you're doin-"
Draco cut her off. "Me? If I remember correctly, you weren't too shy about kissing me back yourself."
"Shut up. SHUT UP. I don't even know how this happened. Merlin, what is wrong with you?" She exclaimed.
"I don't know." Draco said softly.
"I mean, why would you- Wait, what?" She replied, stopping short on her tangent.
Draco muttered "I should hate you. But I don't, I can't make myself. Merlin knows I've tried."
"Then where does that leave us?" Hermione said, equally soft.
-End Flashback-
The door to the study slammed open loudly, disturbing the oppressing silence that had formed. Draco jerked, spilling his glass of firewhiskey with the sudden movement. His Mother peeked her head in and softly said,
" Your Aunt Bella needs your help."
"For what?" He replied, somewhat rudely.
"She needs you to identify some….guests. Perhaps Potter, and his mudblood and bloodtraitor friends." She explained.
Draco's thoughts went wild. Sweet Merlin, don't let it be her, anyone but her. He began to pray fervently. He had never been religious but please, God, don't let it truly be her.
EndNote;
Whatcha think?
Reviewers get girl scout cokies, sunshine, rainbows and puppies. Also kittens.
Love to all my fantastical readers,
Morgan :3