A/N: Hello again, lovies! I'm sorry to say I couldn't fit in everyone's prompts, but I got most of them in and managed at least one suggestion from each person, so see if you can spot yours! I didn't want to spend another day trying to force it since I made y'all wait long enough, so for the suggestions I didn't include, thank you for sharing them anyway! It was fun trying to mix and match them together, and finding a place to put them in. As for the story itself, most of you agreed that Hermione should hit Draco for being a git and then snog him. While I agree that would be typical Dramione behavior, I decided to avoid the obvious cliché and go with something a little more inventive. I hope you like it! Now, onto the reviews!
nikki98 - No problem! Thank you for mentioning that! Sometimes I wonder if anyone reads the responses other than the person I'm responding to. I always read the author responses in other stories because even if I don't know what the original review said, the author usually lets slip tidbits about the story I wouldn't know otherwise, especially if there's no obvious place to mention it in the story itself. Do you think I should mention Hermione's fear in the upcoming chapters, or is it already past the point where that would be relevant? Let me know what you think! I noticed the same thing as you, that Hermione is usually written as some sort of saint, like anything she did was completely justified and isn't even considered bad. Sure, in the grand scheme, she had to break all those rules to save the Wizarding world, but just because Draco was on the other side doesn't make his actions any worse than hers. They were both in a war and became criminals because of it. Harry, Hermione, and Ron are all technically criminals, yet I hardly see any other fics mention that. I thought it was only right that Ginny snap some sense into Hermione because the bookworm isn't a Mary Sue; she has flaws and needs someone to lean on from time to time just like every other character. And Ginny is plenty kick-ass enough to be that pillar of strength for her. I see Ginny as all the awesome motherly-ness of her mum, but without the need to smother. She knows when to comfort Hermione and when she needs a right kick in the ass to get moving. And now I'm going to stop before I start another rant. Thanks for reviewing!
Arangogirl - Thank you! I do have plans for Ron to pop in soon, but I'm not sure exactly when. You can expect, however, that he's not going to be jumping for joy that Hermione's taken up with the Ferret. I don't know how many chapters this will go because I haven't written the exact ending yet, but my guess is that it won't go past twenty. There isn't much left for the plot, but the characters can run away with entire chapters, so we'll see where they lead me. Thanks for reviewing!
Kermit 304 - Not necessarily! She can do wandless magic, you know. She can't do anything really complicated without a wand, obviously, but she can do simple charms and such. You'll see where that darned library is this chappie, which I hope you like, too. Thanks for reviewing!
DramioneObsessed - Thank you! Aw, that would be a great scene! I'm right there with you! Draco is such a great Romcom character, and not just because he's smoking hot and sexy, but because he's so witty and manipulative that it easily causes all sorts of chaos. But he's smart enough to recognize when to quit playing around, too, so it's easy to fall in love with him. Sigh...*ahem* anywho, thanks for reviewing!
Now onto the story!
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Step 11: Building a Home
As the saying goes, Rome wasn't built in a day, and neither are a Malfoy's affections easily won. But if you've made it this far, congratulations, you've accomplished the next to impossible, scheming your way into the elitist bloke's heart. The courtship is over. The game is not, however.
The Malfoy family has many traditions that they have religiously upheld for centuries, but perhaps the most jealously guarded one is this: the declaration of intent to marry. It is a deceptively simple declaration when employed, though obscenely extravagant, and therefore surprisingly informative about the way a Malfoy schemes. No doubt you have heard of the infamously secretive Malfoy libraries? They are not mere libraries, though the Malfoy family smugly perpetuates that theory, claiming they are hidden simply because they like their privacy. While that isn't the slightest bit false, neither is it the whole story.
Malfoys, being the materialists everyone knows they are, can imagine no higher honor than being immortalized as the model for a statue, or as the namesake of a grand building. Some Malfoy ancestors even claim in their journals that they have been models for the statues of the ancient Greek and Roman gods, but those boasts have yet to be confirmed or denied as we all have better things to do than to test them. But that is beside the point.
The point is that when a Malfoy has chosen his bride, he sets it in stone by building her a grand library inside a home named after the both of them, where they will live out their life together until they decide to build a manor of their own. For example, when Titus did this for me, he dubbed it the Malfoy-Morgana library. Thus, the Malfoy libraries, while most certainly being libraries, are also a home and a declaration of intent to marry, as the Malfoy only does so when he is irrevocably smitten and will not bear the thought of being without his chosen bride. After all, home is where the heart is.
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Once Hermione realized it was Draco who had chased and tackled her, her fighting instinct relaxed to make way for her anger.
Her hand itched to slap the insolent smirk right off his pretty face for scaring her in the most dramatic way possible, but at the same time, she was trespassing on his property. He hadn't exactly come to tea and invited her here for an ambush, had he? She had pulled a Harry and followed a suspicious-looking person, and this was what she got.
On the other hand, he would have recognized her right away, so the whole invisible chase had been completely unnecessary on his part. He deserved to hurt a little bit for that. Honestly, who would claim to like a person and then chase them to make them fear for their life? Completely childish.
"Hermione?" he asked amusedly, drawing her out of her thoughts.
She narrowed her eyes at him and huffed. "Did you have to give me a heart attack like that? Not to mention you're lucky my spells didn't hit you."
He chuckled. "You were far off the mark, trust me. In fact, I'm a little worried your instincts are going faulty."
Lying down or not, she was not going to take that. She full-on glared at him and tried very hard not to be distracted by the tips of his bangs almost brushing her forehead. If a picture painted a thousand words, then he most certainly should understand never to do that again simply by her facial expression. He always did have lovely hair, though, so soft and beautiful...he hated whenever a single lock fell out of place...
The triumphant smugness of his expression made her feel reckless enough to act on the sudden brainwave. If he wanted to steal her sense of safety, she could steal his. There's no honor among thieves.
She ignored his face and solely focused on his hair until it started hissing.
"Ah!" Draco jumped off her as he felt his hair changing. "What the bloody hell did you just do, Granger? Change it back!"
The sheer panic on his face as his precious hair had turned into a writing mass of white snakes with gold eyes made her laugh.
"THIS ISN'T FUNNY, GRANGER!" he shouted at her, simultaneously grabbing for his wand and trying to magic them away.
"Finite! Finite Incantatem! Evanesco! I think one of them just bit me! I'm dying, and all you can do is lay there and laugh?"
But the more he panicked, the more it reminded her of how he had dramatically moaned about being scratched by Buckbeak in Third Year. Soon Hermione was clutching her stomach and rolling around, emitting unrestrained peals of laughter.
Finally, she mastered herself and performed the counter with a wave of her hand. It had been a simple, realistic-looking Medusa costume charm she had read about in a costume book once when she and Ginny had considered dressing up for Halloween. Ginny had made a dry comment about how Hermione could easily be Medusa because her hair already looked like a tangled mess, and Hermione had shot back that Ginny better not be Cleopatra or she'd repeat history if she got too close. They had laughed afterward, but Hermione still remembered the charm because of that.
Draco frantically felt around his head to make sure he was snake-free before glaring at her.
"That was completely uncalled for," he commented haughtily.
She raised an eyebrow. "Just like how you clearly knew I wasn't a threat, but ambushed me anyway? Don't worry, they weren't venomous. It was just a glamour."
"Just for that, I don't think I'm going to show you what's here," he replied indignantly, getting up and dusting himself off.
"I don't care what's here. One library is just like any other library," she fibbed, copying him and then snatching her wand out of the grass.
He stopped. "I'm going to kill Blaise. You weren't supposed to find out what it was. Besides, I thought you'd marry a library if it were legal."
"And you'd marry a mirror if you could, just so you could stare at yourself all day, Narcissus," she sniped back. "Funny how that's your mother's name, isn't it?"
"I find it rather coincidental myself how your surname means 'farmer' and your hair is the color of dirt."
He stopped just short of the Mudblood implication, which was the only reason she didn't hex him again. How was it that he could so easily remind her of why she had hated him so much back in school, even while she was in love with him? Perhaps there really was a very thin line between love and hate, as he could switch her mood from one extreme to another with a single sentence.
She bristled and stepped forward, poking his chest with her pointer finger. "Now listen here, Malfoy, I've had enough of your bipolarity to last me a lifetime, so are you going to show me this library or not?" she demanded.
His lips instantly quirked up into a sexy smirk, and she struggled to keep herself angry. It was so unfair how a few muscle movements could make her feel just as bipolar as he was.
"Stop it, Draco."
"Stop what?"
"Stop looking at me like that."
"Like what?"
"I don't know. Just stop! It's not fair!"
"What's not fair?"
When she didn't answer him, his smirk grew wider and he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her up against him. Her fingers automatically sought purchase in his T-shirt, bunching it up in her fists.
"Is it perhaps the fact that you can't resist me when I charm you?"
She snorted, stubbornly avoiding his face, but made no move to escape his embrace. "You're as charming as a Blast-Ended Skrewt."
He bent his head down to press the lightest kiss against her neck. "Well, then. Since you can see through my façade, allow me to share with you my true thoughts. Did you know, Hermione," he practically purred her name, making her shiver, "that I get achingly hard when you use that prissy tone with me?"
She did vaguely recall him saying something of the sort when they had had their shag-athon back in March, and the memories did nothing to help keep control of herself.
"You might have told me once," she whispered.
She wondered why she bothered fighting it anymore. It always ended up the same way. He wanted her. She pretended not to want him. He did something incredibly sexy. She resisted. He seduced her. She gave in. Rinse. Repeat. It was the same old chase, the same old cycle. Absence made the heart grow fonder, but his proximity turned her into a nymphomaniac.
Why couldn't she have the upper hand for once? He clearly was easing his way to the seduction stage, so what if she just skipped ahead to the ending? If he got so aroused when she spoke to him with authority, then what if she acted like it, too?
Hermione bit her lip, thrilled with the idea of dominating him, just this once. He'd probably love it.
"It's true, can't you feel it?" he pressed their pelvises together.
Yes, she most definitely could feel it.
"Lie down," she said softly, hardly believing she was actually going to do it, yet ridiculously excited.
"Hmm?" he asked, busy nuzzling her neck and rubbing their bodies together.
She cleared her throat, feeling her heartbeat quicken. "Draco, lie down," she said firmly, before pausing. "Now," she added, pretending she were chastising Harry and Ron to do their homework, except she was most definitely not thinking of Harry and Ron.
Draco slowly lifted his head from her neck, raising an eyebrow at her, and she wondered if he was going to laugh at her. Instead, he did as she said, lying back down on the grass with his hands behind his head, and taunted her with a smirk.
She licked her lips as her heart rate kicked up a notch. Merlin, she could already feel herself being drawn into a power trip. The Draco Malfoy, notoriously stubborn and suspiciously accustomed to getting his own way, was obeying her every command right now. The mix of power and arousal was, quite frankly, intoxicating.
She kneeled down beside him and then straddled his hips a little awkwardly, but she managed to find a comfortable position. She merely sat atop him, savoring her excitement and the feel of his own straining against his trousers. She allowed herself to remember the glorious feeling of him inside her, letting arousal keep her warm and confident. It was a nice spring day, but the slight breeze would make it a tad chilly when they divested.
Was she really going to do this? It would be easy to let him take over like every other time.
No. She wanted this. She wanted him. In every way possible. If she wanted to have a go at a serious relationship with him, she would have to feel comfortable bossing him around. It's just how she was. Besides, he was a capable wizard. If he didn't want this to happen, he would have stopped it by now.
She shifted, preparing herself to dive right in, but became too easily distracted by the intensity of Draco's stare. He had been interested and curious before, but now he was fully invested in this, urging her to keep going. That was when she realized she had essentially been teasing him with her hips by moving around. It was so strange, being on top of him for once, but she decided she liked the way his light grey eyes darkened to charcoal below her. He was imagining her naked, and just the knowledge of it boosted her confidence.
She licked her lips and then crossed her arms to start lifting the bottom of her shirt. Draco's eyes immediately dropped to watch her reveal more and more skin, his hands skimming up her clothed thighs eagerly. His head lifted up a little more off the ground, subconsciously inching closer to her, as her shirt hem approached her breasts. She was just about to drag it over the curves and yank it off completely when a bird chirped loudly, reminding her they were outside.
Her self-consciousness rushed back like a cold wind, loosening her grip and letting the cloth cover her skin completely once again.
Draco's head dropped back onto the ground with a thud, accompanied by a disappointed groan.
"I can't do this outside. Anyone could be watching." Her eyes darted around, searching for anything suspicious.
"You don't think I actually forgot to ward the place, do you?" he asked, highly offended.
"Did you?" she challenged, still sitting astride him. "I didn't feel myself break through a single ward!"
Draco rolled his eyes. "That's because I already attuned them to your signature. You didn't feel them because they aren't yours, yet you're allowed to pass. That fence has so many hexes on it to keep others out that I'd wager you couldn't even think of anything to add."
She scoffed, crossing her arms. "I most certainly could think of at least one."
"My point is," he said loudly over her, "you're perfectly safe within the boundaries. Nobody will see you except me."
"It's a holed fence, Draco, not a concrete wall," she countered.
"Didn't you see tall, overgrown grass and weeds before you walked through the gate? It's a highly advanced Glamour, Hermione," he retorted. "I did not build this in the Muggle world just to have the nosy gits butting into my business. I demand my privacy."
"Speaking of, where is it? I still don't see it."
"I'll show you later."
"No, you won't! Stop procrastinating!"
"It's not a big deal, Hermione. You'll see it eventually," he yawned.
"But I want to see it now!" she argued petulantly.
Draco smirked. "Now who's being unfair? How about a compromise? I'll show it to you after you get off on me."
She raised her eyebrows. "Don't you mean, 'get off of me'?"
His smirk broadened. "No."
Hermione rolled her eyes and climbed off of him to stand up. "Boys," she muttered, smoothing out her shirt.
"I'm waiting, Hermione," he reminded her with a wicked grin.
"Fine, I'll find it myself," she huffed, turning around and stalking off toward the center of the field.
Draco sighed behind her, finally getting up off the ground and following.
"You're a bloody tease, you know that?"
"There's a very thin line between bravery and stupidity, and I think you're leaning toward stupid at the moment, for both saying that to me and getting your hopes up in a wide open area."
"So terribly sorry for entertaining such a ridiculous notion whilst you sat directly atop my prick," he drawled. "I can't even imagine how I got the idea in the first place."
She blushed, but pretended like she hadn't. "You're forgiven. At least you're learning from your mistakes."
"Bloody minx," he grumbled, before returning to his usual arrogant state. "You're not going to suddenly see it just by wandering around."
"Why, because you put the Fidelius Charm on it?" she joked, watching him veer off toward the left.
"Yes, actually."
She blinked before rushing after him. "Honestly?"
"Did you miss the bit where I said I like my privacy? Granted, my stunning good looks are rather distracting, so I suppose I can't really blame you for not listening."
She ignored him. "But the Fidelius Charm? On a library?"
"All Malfoy Libraries have the charm on them. Why else would nobody but a Malfoy be able to find them?"
"Because you're all devious enough to charm them as something else? Like an abandoned shop, or like St. Mungo's Muggle front."
He smirked. "That's awfully high praise, coming from you."
"Well, it would have to be the truth, if I were right. As you said, nobody else has ever pinpointed any exact locations, so it makes sense if that were because they were masquerading as something else nobody would think twice about."
"Sorry to dash your hopes of a complicated mystery, but it's because we simply hide them. Full stop."
"Do all Malfoys build their own library? How many are there? Is it a rite of passage, of some sort?"
Draco finally halted at a seemingly random spot near the left edge of the forest.
"No, I'm not telling, and...not really, no," he answered in order.
"Then what is its purpose? Why build one now?"
"You'll find out sooner than you think," he said with an infuriatingly smug smirk.
He whispered the address into her ear and the air some distance away from her shimmered. Right before her eyes, the shimmering spread, almost the whole length and depth of the field. Then the shimmering slipped to the ground, almost like an invisibility cloak sliding off, and an entire estate was revealed to her.
Directly in front of them was a pure white marble water fountain surrounded by smooth, stone benches. To their right, stretching almost all the way back as far as the clearing went, stood a fantastical garden, filled with all colors, shapes, and sizes of plants and bushes, many of which Hermione recognized as sources of potions ingredients and potent fragrances.
A cobbled walkway connected the fountain area to the centerpiece of the field further back, a large yet cozy-looking house with ivy climbing up a white trellis on the left side, where it looked like one room had a whole wall that was made of windows.
Completely entranced, Hermione followed the path to the house and slowly reached out to turn the golden handle on the door. It opened easily and swung inward as her eyes darted around, soaking in the new environment.
To her immediate right stood a coat rack, where she could easily imagine hanging her mackintosh or coat after coming in from the rain or snow. To her left, one wall was indeed made of three window panes stretching from ceiling to floor, with only the thinnest white plastic as a frame around them. It appeared that this room was the living room, as it had light blue walls, plush sofas, soft white carpet, and a medium-sized hardwood coffee table that practically begged her to jump into something comfortable and settle in for a whole day of reading by the window.
She finally tore herself away from that room to explore the kitchen to the right, which was all white marble countertops, open cabinets, and hanging pots and pans with light grey walls. The moment she thought the color reminded her of Draco's eyes, she suddenly turned, wondering where he was.
He was lazily leaning against the doorway, watching her with the same smug expression as before.
"I thought you said this was a library," she asked slowly, still awed by it all.
"I never said it was only a library."
He held out his hand, palm up, and she gravitated toward it without thinking, placing her hand on top of his. His fingers closed around it as he led her down a hallway that connected the kitchen to a staircase.
Nearly the entire second floor hosted the library, which had rows upon rows of bookshelves. There were ornate double doors at the far end of the room, which Hermione promised herself she would explore later, but right then, all she could focus on was learning the cataloging system.
She spent nearly an hour skimming the shelves, drawing a map in her mind of the various sections and puzzling out how the genres were sorted. When she felt she had succeeded in breaking the code, she noticed she had lost Draco again. She wandered through the stacks, eventually finding him in a corner with plush armchairs and a couple small tables. He had chosen to sprawl out over the dark green one while reading a thick tome.
"Finished for the moment?" He asked, looking up.
She nodded, blushing, and it struck her how amazing it was that he wasn't yelling at her for not paying attention to him. Ron had scowled at her whenever she had immersed herself in some bookish activity while they were dating, claiming she never appreciated spending time with him. Apparently, Draco was perfectly content to sit down with a good book to pass the time. And best of all, he recognized that she wasn't nearly done with this place, only ready for a short respite.
"What's behind the double doors?"
"Go see for yourself," he answered, returning to his book.
It must have been the master bedroom. There was a polished wooden vanity up against a beige wall to her right, as well as a medium-sized window on the wall adjacent to that one. On the left was a gigantic walk-in closet with hangers and shelves. In the center of the room resided an enormous four-poster bed with a rich, milk chocolate brown duvet and decorative pillows.
The posts suddenly reminded her of a ridiculous conversation she and Draco had had once about possibly trying out certain fetishes. They had debated about fluffy handcuffs, the multiple uses of a sari or scarf, when he could convince her to wear a bustier and a garter belt, the fun and trial of removing an elegant 17th century masquerade ball costume with his teeth, a particularly twisted way of using an ushanka on a Submissive, the time he had created a strap-on harness for someone (he had refused to say whom) using only a yellow polka-dot bikini and a pair of tights, and the reason why he would never again have sex on a fleece jacket or hoodie. She didn't even want to get into the time they had discussed food in the bedroom like meringue, a chocolate-marshmallow mixture, and even cotton candy lingerie, where there was no choice but to eat it off.
She shook her head to clear her mind and peeled back the bed cover to feel the softest Egyptian cotton sheets ever, matching the walls. She smiled to herself, realizing she had rather expected them to be pure silk.
"It reminds me of your eyes," Draco said from the threshold. "That's why I chose that particular color for the duvet."
Hermione turned around to face him, her brain furiously trying to keep up with the overwhelming influx of information.
"Draco, what is this place?"
"A library. That I also plan to reside in."
It was a perfectly logical answer, as it most certainly looked like a home with a library in it, but she just knew there was something else to it, something he was refusing to tell her.
"And?" she prompted suspiciously.
"And," he drawled, purposefully building her suspense, "a home you might possibly feel comfortable in at some point."
She sucked in a breath. Her mouth felt like a desert and her heart was pounding, but all her mental faculties only had enough power to register these trivial facts, as they were mainly concerned with the implications of this man's words.
"Are you...Draco...Are you asking me to move in with you?" she asked incredulously.
"No."
Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion, disappointment settling in her stomach like a rock.
"I'm merely saying that this will be my new place of residence, and if you so happened to decide to spend some time here, whether an hour, a day, or a week, I would not be completely opposed to the idea. And if, after spending some time here, you decided that you rather prefer being here than anywhere else, we might be able to discuss the plausibility of a long-term arrangement-"
Hermione dashed over to him in a blink, stood up on her tip-toes, grabbed his face, and smothered his lips with hers to stop his incessant rambling.
The kiss was mainly driven by joy and elation, but Hermione was also pleased with the undercurrent of lust that still ignited every time she touched him. She was so lucky that the man she loved wanted her around permanently, even if he wouldn't openly admit it.
"Yes," she breathed against his lips when they broke apart for air. "Yes, I will move in with you."
He cleared his throat and stepped back a bit. "Now wait a minute, Hermione. Just because I say I want to take this slowly, does not mean it's just for your benefit alone. I have needs, too, and maybe I'm not ready for such an emo...tional...committ...ment..." he trailed off.
Hermione had backed up toward the bed, removing her shoes and socks, before pulling off her shirt in one swift movement and then unbuttoning and dropping her skinny jeans to the floor, gracefully stepping out of them.
She climbed onto the bed and leaned against the nearest bedpost on her knees, only in her lavender underthings and a smile. She couldn't describe the feeling that flooded her body with any one word, but she recognized it as part lustful, part mischievous, part blissful, and part determined. The words spilled out of her mouth without thought, but she meant every word.
"Draco, are you going to just stand there like a coward, or are you going to come over here and fuck me on our bed?"
He practically twitched, though she couldn't tell if it was in anger or lust. It was usually a combination of both with them.
"I am not a coward," he said, deadly calm, as he walked toward her, tearing off his own clothing. By the time he came face to face with her, he was entirely naked with a very obvious erection.
She licked her lips, leisurely looked him up and down, and then smirked. "Prove it."
He smirked back. "How many times will convince you?"
She clutched the bedpost tighter, feeling the arousal already building in her abdomen. She shrugged.
"I can be rather stubborn, as I'm sure you've noticed."
He suddenly wrapped his arms around her, pressing their bodies together and making her squeak in surprise.
"Well, fortunately, I am rather persistent with my arguments."
She only managed a moan as a response, because he had made them both fall backward onto the bed and immediately invaded her mouth, which hindered any plans of a coherent retort.
He didn't even bother with her bra, only yanking off her knickers and dipping a finger in to make sure she was wet enough before thrusting inside.
Usually, Hermione rather enjoyed foreplay before sex and not just for the obvious reason of preparing for intercourse. She always got a twisted sort of thrill from playing mind games with him as they competed to arouse the other to submission first. But this time, she didn't mind skipping that part. The furious pace he set gave her a primal satisfaction, knowing that her male was so aroused by her that he lost all self-control. It didn't hurt that he was hitting the exact spot that he knew made her mad with lust.
His hands and lips never stayed in one place longer than a few seconds, all the while keeping up the maddening pace so that Hermione basically gave up trying to keep track of it all. She let herself slip into that lower functional state where all she cared about was the pleasure she received and what she could do to make it feel even better.
He made her orgasm three times to his one before he rolled off to the side, both of them exhausted. They crawled under the blankets and settled in for a nap. She cuddled up to him, laying her head on his chest, and his fingers lightly stroked her hip, causing his warm arm to cage her body in place.
She fell asleep trying to remember a time when she had felt more desired, satisfied, and protected at the same time.
She awoke first but didn't bother moving. She spent a while basking in her boyfriend's cozy embrace, still awed at the paradise he had created for them. She took the time to recall everything she had seen outside, and their conversations, finally landing on one comment that hadn't been explained.
He had said that every Malfoy library was under the Fidelius for privacy. Did he mean that all Malfoy libraries were also homes? Were they built as a place to live for the Malfoy and his current girlfriend? It seemed like a remarkable gift for a mere girlfriend. No, it must be just for him, and he happened to like her enough to share it sometimes. He hadn't actually agreed to let her move in, after all. But it was so perfect...
Draco stirred, yawned, stretched, and then tightened his hold on her.
He seemed to be drifting off again, so she resumed her train of thought, hypothesizing on the possible purposes of the Malfoy libraries.
"I can hear you thinking," he interrupted, voice thick from sleep.
"Can you?" she asked amusedly. "And what am I thinking?"
"You're obsessing about what I said earlier."
She blinked, facing him fully now. "How did you know?"
"I say a great many things worth obsessing about," he drawled clearly.
She rolled her eyes. "Be honest, Draco. Did you build this house for me?"
"I did have you in mind when I had planned it," he admitted.
She eyed him shrewdly, pondering if he had actually answered her question.
He opened one eye. "Stop thinking, Hermione, or I'll make you."
She gave him a condescending glare. "And how, exactly, will you do that?"
He smirked. "Very easily," he replied, slickly rolling on top of her to capture her lips.
She sighed against his mouth, too easily succumbing to his persuasion.
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A/N2: For next time, give me a home appliance, a piece of furniture, and a color. Thanks for reading and I'll see you next time!