Fragments Of A Malfoy | By : SchuylerD Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 4100 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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"Were your parents too busy?"
Parents? Yes. Too busy. Very busy parents, no time for their son. Make it sound good. "Right. The parents. They're having guests and all..."
"That's unfortunate," she said.
Draco felt a pang in his stomach reminding him of how wrong Hermione really was with that statement. Guests kept Lucius busy - he could be fucking them instead of his own son. The thought of Lucius darkened Draco's demeanor and he scowled without even realizing it. "What about your parents?" he countered.
"I had to beg them to let me stay at Hogwart's this summer. They wanted me to go with them to Bali, but I thought they could enjoy their second honeymoon together more without me around."
"What's a honeymoon?" Draco blurted. Stupid Muggle expressions, he thought angrily. He hated having to ask what things meant--it showed weakness. He watched Hermione's face (don't look down, keep staring into her eyes, or at her nose - or her mouth. No, don't look at her mouth. Bloody hell!) and saw that a slight blush had risen to her cheeks.
"A honeymoon is a time that a man and a woman spend together right after they're married," she explained, not without embarrassment. Her self-consciousness was completely lost on Draco since he hadn't yet picked up on the nuances of what the word "honeymoon" really meant. "It's usually a week or two and..."
"And?"
"Most children are conceived during that time. I was."
Now it was Draco's turn to grow red in the face.
"Are you - blushing?" Hermione peered at him closely and burst out laughing. "Draco Malfoy - blushing! I didn't think I'd ever see the day!"
Filled with rage at this Mudblood witch laughing at him just because he didn't know her stupid Muggle customs, Draco moved toward her. He didn't know what he was going to do when they touched; he just wanted to shut her up. The sound of her laughter infuriated him. Instead of raising his hand to her or casting a spell with his wand, Draco turned on her, held her upper arms tightly, and backed her up against the wall of the greenhouse. His face was so close to hers he could feel her shock and the quickness of her breath coming in warm puffs against his face. Her eyes were dark and wild, opened wide at this sudden attack. No words or sound came from her mouth. Her mouth. Draco allowed himself to give in for an instant and focus on her lips. Slightly parted, her lips were rosy without needing cosmetic charms. They looked silky and soft, and Draco wondered how her lips would feel under his. His body pressed up against her, holding her in place, Draco felt himself physically respond to her warmth and nearness.
Neither of them spoke. It was almost as if Hermione were waiting for something to happen. Draco was surprised that she didn't try to scream or even push him away. Encouraged by her passivity, he pressed into her a bit harder, eliciting a sudden short intake of breath from the young woman.
He'd silenced her laughter, but now what? What did he want to do next? He looked into her eyes again, unblinking; holding her gaze, trapping her. His lips were so close to hers he could feel the heat emanating from her skin. The feel of her breath on his lips intoxicated him and his eyelids grew heavy. He moved closer, just a fraction...
"MALFOY!" a voice screeched. Draco nearly jumped out of his skin as his sensual trance was broken. A hand descended upon his shoulder and a sudden yank ripped him from Hermione, who ducked and ran off around the greenhouse toward the castle doors. Draco was spun around to face an enraged Professor Sprout. He's never seen her face look so red.
"Just what do you think you were doing? You are not only fifteen minutes late for your work in the greenhouse but you've been trying to scandalize one of Hogwart's best students! Dumbledore will hear of this!" She glanced down and Draco watched her face grow even redder. He followed her gaze and saw the crushed and forgotten fag lying next to his wand on the ground. "Smoking? You were smoking? Near my precious plants? You could have killed them all! They're very sensitive to smoke--" she paused and grit her teeth. "Right. Straight to Dumbledore."
"But Profess--"
"No words, Mr. Malfoy, I'm warning you," she hissed. "Not one word."
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