Fantasy
Fantasy 2
A/N: This was only intended to be one chapter, but after I posted the last part I started wondering what Draco's fantasy might be. I hope you enjoy.
"No."
"You promised."
"I don't care, there is no way I'm doing that."
"I lived up to my end of the bargain and I have the bruises – in some very strange places – to prove it."
"But I don't even think this will be physically possible."
"Don't worry, it'll work. I've spent a lot of time thinking about this."
"Alright, alright, but if you let me fall…"
"Stop worrying. It's going to be fun."
. . . . .
"So, how should I..?"
"Sit on my lap, facing forward."
"Like this?"
"Mmm, perfect. Now, are you ready?"
"As I'll ever be."
"Here we go."
*Woosh*
"Eeeeeeeeek."
*Crack*
"Ow! My nose!"
"Ow! My head!"
. . . . .
"Alright, why don't we try something different. Hop off. Right, climb back on, but facing me this time."
"Ok."
"Now wrap your legs around my waist."
"Hmm, ok. Give me a second, this could be tricky."
*Thump*
"Hermione, are you ok?"
"Do I look like I'm ok? Just help me up."
"Umm, Hermione, you have leaves on your, ah…"
"You better not be laughing at me, Malfoy."
. . . . .
"Ok, why don't we try that one more time."
"Fine, but if I start to fall again you'd better catch me."
"I promise."
"Oh, my. This feels…"
"Amazing."
"I was going to say perilous, but sue, we'll go with amazing."
. . . . .
"I'm going to take us up now. We'll go nice and slow. I don't want to cop another blow to the nose."
"No, we wouldn't want to risk damaging that pretty face."
"Mock all you want, but I know you lust after my pretty face."
"Draco, stop talking and take us up already."
. . . . .
"You can open your eyes."
"Nuh-uh."
"We're not very high up. Have a look."
"No, I'm fine."
"Well, could you at least lessen your death grip on my shoulders?"
"What?"
"You know I like when you show your passion for me, but the gouges your nails are creating are a little much."
"Oops, sorry."
. . . . .
"I was right. You are enjoying this."
"Umm, not really."
"You can deny it, but you're turned on right now."
"The possibility of crashing to my death doesn't really turn me on."
"Your nipples tell a different story; they are making a firm impression on my chest."
"What my nipples are actually telling you right now is that being buck naked 100 feet up in the air in the middle of the night is bloody freezing."
"Oh, yeah. I never really thought that part of the plan through."
. . . . .
"Hermione, you're going to have to help me out here."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, my hands are a little occupied making sure we don't plummet back to earth–"
"Thank you so much for phrasing it like that."
"You're going to have to do a lot of the work."
"Fine, fine. Let me figure this out. Umm, how about if I try this."
"Oomph."
"Hmm, maybe not. What if I do this."
"Oh, yeah. That will work."
. . . . .
"Shit!"
"What?"
"Splinter."
"Where?"
"Somewhere I never thought I'd have a splinter, Draco."
. . . . .
"Arghhhh."
"What?"
"We're upside down."
"Oh, crap."
"How did you not notice that?"
"I was a little distracted."
"No wonder Harry always beat you to the snitch."
"Grrrr."
. . . . .
"Trees!"
"Fuck. Hold on."
"Aah."
"Ok. We're ok."
*Whack*
"What was that for?"
"You promised we'd be stationary."
"I thought movement might add a bit of excitement."
"Smacking naked into a tree is your idea of excitement?"
. . . . .
"Gah! Hermione, why did you stop? I'm so close."
"Sorry, Draco, but my thighs are burning. I knew I shouldn't have stopped going to pilates."
"Push through the pain. I thought Gryffindors were supposed to be brave and never give up."
"I don't think I can."
"The faster you move, the sooner we're back on the gro– oomph! That's my girl."
. . . . .
'Thank, Merlin. Back on solid ground."
"Admit it, you had fun."
"About as much fun as you had in the car."
"It wasn't that bad."
"Why don't we make a deal – I'll never ask for car sex as long as you don't try to get me to have sex on a broom again."
"Agreed. I've got plenty of other fantasies we can try."
End.