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Five Days	By : RavieSnake Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 7592 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Day Two: Afternoon
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"Gah!" Draco lifted his head and shook it.
"What's the matter?" Hermione asked in alarm, lifting her head as well.
"Rain's finally here," he said, scrunching up his cheek where the water had landed on him. "A raindrop just hit me."
They both looked up and then quickly bowed their heads when they were lightly sprinkled on with the beginnings of the shower.
"Ugh," Hermione groaned at the feel of the cold moisture, "this is going to be miserable."
"We're already miserable," Draco said before sticking out his tongue to try and catch one of the sparsely falling drops on it. "But at least we won't be thirsty anymore," he added after pulling his tongue back and licking his lips.
"This isn't enough to quench a thirst, though," she said after briefly sticking out her own tongue. "It's just enough to be annoying."
Draco tilted his face upward and squinted into the dark grey clouds high above just as they decided to open up. "You were saying!?" he shouted, blinking the water furiously from his eyes as they were suddenly deluged upon.
Hermione grimaced as the water pelted them hard but Draco simply turned his face up again and opened his mouth wide. He gulped down a huge mouthful of the rain.
"Oh, fuck yeah," he gasped satisfactorily, opening up for more. Hermione watched him drink greedily for a moment and then opened her own mouth and tried to tilt her head back to get a good angle to collect the falling water. The stone ledge just behind her neck, however, prevented her from leaning it back far enough to get any substantial amount of rain into her mouth.
"I…I can't get my head back far enough," she said frantically, trying to twist her neck in any direction she could. "I can tilt it down, but not back! Damn it!" she cursed with a whimper.
She jutted out her chin and spit her tongue out as far as it would go to try and gather a drink but ended up spluttering and choking out what she managed to collect as the speeding, fat raindrops hit the flattened muscle and splattered haphazardly to send water shooting up her nose and down her windpipe.
"Mmm mmmm mmm."
Hermione stifled her coughing to squint at Draco through the steady sheet of rain. He was looking at her with wide eyes, his cheeks puffed out, mouth obviously filled with water.
"What?" she asked in a panicky voice.
"Mmm mmmm mmm mmmm," Draco mumbled hummed at her again and she made a desperate whinging sound.
"Malfoy, I can't understand you with your mouth full of water!"
Draco rolled his eyes and swallowed the large gulp. "I said take some from me."
Hermione gaped at him. "What…out of your mouth?"
"Yeah," he answered, already turning his head up again to collect more. He lowered his face with another mouthful to see her still staring at him in disbelief.
"Mmm mmmm," he sounded, stretching his neck toward her and nodding his head slightly to gesture that she should come forward to meet him. She still didn't move and he rolled his eyes again and swallowed.
"Damn it, Granger," he said, "You're wasting time that you could be drinking. We have no idea how long this will last."
"But…" she started and he furrowed his brow at her.
"Would you prefer to try and lick enough off my neck?"
Hermione pulled an appalled face at that suggestion and Draco snorted at her.
"I thought so," he said before starting to collect more rain. A few seconds later his cheeks were filled again and he leaned forward. Hermione hesitated a moment, her eyes on his pursed lips, but finally brought her face forward. She pressed her lips to his and he carefully opened them slightly to allow the water to flow to her.
Hermione's eyes shuttered closed at the feel of the life-giving liquid wetting her parched throat as she swallowed. She quickly opened them again when Draco pulled back and opened his mouth to the sky for more.
"Mmm," he offered her the newest mouthful. She quickly leaned in and drank from him again. She moaned appreciatively as she gulped down the larger amount he gave her.
Draco smirked at her when he released his mouth from hers. "That was kinda hot," he said tauntingly, smacking his lips.
"Arsehole," she said, scrunching her nose in distaste. Draco merely smirked wider before gathering more rain and swallowing it down.
He gave her a nasty grin through the torrent. "Care for more?"
Hermione scowled at him and Draco shrugged and then helped himself to another drink. And then another.
"Mmm mmmm?" he 'asked', offering her another mouthful after a third of his own.
Hermione stared at him and then his mouth, looking very much at war with herself. Draco's one brow ticked up in quiet amusement as he watched her face clearly shift with the emotions of her inner conflict.
"Mm mmm," he said after a moment with a shrug that suggested he was about to give-up on her and keep drinking for himself.
"Wait," Hermione said just as he went to swallow. She said nothing else, but simply leaned her face toward him. Draco slowly closed the tiny distance and very deliberately set his lips to hers as they made eye contact.
Grey eyes and brown eyes locked in a silent war, barely blinking despite the rain dripping from their lashes, as the water passed from one to the other. When the last of the mouthful was transferred… neither moved.
It was Draco that pulled away first. He licked his bottom lip once and then without a word tipped his head back for more rain. Hermione cast a pensive glare to his shoulder as she waited for him to take his drink and then refill with an 'mmm' for her attention.
They took turns drinking then, their eyes carefully averted from each other until Hermione finally shook her head.
"I…I can't do anymore," she said, turning her face away from him. Draco watched her rest her cheek against the slick stone wall and then close her eyes. He travelled his own eyes around the crevice.
"It's too bad no one will be out in this rain," he said, tossing his head slightly, flinging his soaked fringe from his forehead.
"Why?" Hermione asked.
Draco furrowed his brow at a line of mud that was trickling down from the wall and over one of her shoulders in a thick stream to seep between them.
"Because," he answered, "with the dirt and dust all wet, we would've been able to yell for help again without the vibrations making a cloud."
"Doubt it would've mattered," she said quietly. "We're in the middle of nowhere."
Draco's mouth twisted in thought as he squinted up into the still steadily falling rain. "We ran into each other all the way out here at the same time without meaning to."
Hermione blinked open her eyes at that and slowly turned her face back to him. "How did you learn about this place?"
"Mundungus Fletcher," he said, shaking the dripping water from his face again. "He tipped me off that this area was rumored to contain potion-grade plants."
"You're friendly with Dung?" she asked incredulously.
Draco snorted. "If by friendly you mean I pay him as an informant then yes."
Hermione frowned slightly.
"And you?" Draco asked. "How did you know to come out here?"
"Ron told me," she answered, her frown deepening as she noticed the mud spreading over herself. "The Auror department's been tasked with locating and eradicating invasive magical species here. They're supposed to clear the whole area next month. He let me in on the secret…he knows how hard I work to keep my home potion business profitable and figured I'd appreciate the free ingredients."
"More like it'd be less work for him later if you cleared it all away first," Draco said with an eye roll.
Hermione smiled sadly as she released an amused sniff. "Probably true," she sighed.
"I still can't believe that tosser married a veela."
"Quarter veela," Hermione corrected him. "And her name's Gabrielle."
"Yeah," Draco scowled slightly, "I remember the incessant newspaper headlines and magazine covers, thanks."
Hermione hummed and closed her eyes against the rain. Draco studied her for a moment.
"I always figured you'd have ended up with the Weasel," he said casually.
"No," Hermione said quietly, "apparently I 'grate on the nerves'."
Draco's face went blank. "He said that?"
She sighed audibly through the sounds of the storm. "No… he didn't. He was surprisingly tactful when he ended it."
"He ended it? He left you for her?"
Hermione didn't bother answering and Draco watched her for a moment.
"He always was a moron," he said casually. Hermione opened her eyes and blinked in an attempt to clear her lashes of water.
"Look..." she said with huff, "if you're trying to provoke me into some woe-is-me-because-my boyfriend-dumped-me-two-years-ago-for-another-woman confession to try and make me feel small, don't bother. Ron and I are still very good friends, and I am happy for him. And not that it's really any of your business, but he met Gabby after we broke up. So, just stop, okay?"
Draco simply stared back at her until she frowned uncomfortably and closed her eyes again with a small shake of her head. The motion caused one of her soggy curls to plaster across her face.
"Ugh," she groaned, shaking her head harder to try and dislodge the hair. She only succeeded in causing more hair to stick to her cheeks and whip Draco in the face with the longer tendrils.
"Stop!" he demanded, attempting to hold his head far enough away from her to avoid being hit again.
Hermione halted her movements. "Help?" she whimpered, one of her eyes peering pleadingly at him through the crisscrossing strands of hair covering her face. Draco snorted in amusement as he took in the sight of her.
"Told you that hair's a menace," he said smugly. Hermione made a whinging noise as she wrinkled her nose under her hair.
"Could you please stop being awful for just one moment and help me?" she begged.
Draco smirked, flicking his own short fringe off of his forehead effortlessly again. "Oh, I'm awful, am I?" he said. "Well, you are always right. I must be awful. Much too awful to help y-"
"I'm sorry I said you were awful," Hermione interrupted desperately. "Just…Please, Malfoy…this feels horrible!"
He grinned at her sorry state for another few moments and then sighed. "Come here," he relented, tilting his face to her. Hermione brought her head forward at once and then held still as Draco used his nose to nudge and push her hair off of her face.
"This is impossible," he griped as individual strands stubbornly resisted his movements and remained stuck to her cheeks. "Why do you have to have so much blasted hair!?"
Hermione didn't respond and simply kept still, her only movement being her eyes occasionally blinking away the rain that accumulated on her lids. It took several minutes before the last of her unruly, wet mane was successfully pushed aside.
"Thank you," Hermione breathed in genuine relief when Draco finally pulled up. He looked her over and made a humming sound. "What?" Hermione asked as he continued to scrutinize her head and face.
"You know," he said in an admiring tone, "with your hair like this, you all wet…you really look like shit."
Hermione gaped at him for a moment and then let a small grin take over her mouth. She made a point of giving him an equally assessing once over. The rain was causing the dirt that had settled into his hair to streak down his forehead in little brown rivulets and his pale skin accentuated the tired bags under his eyes.
"Yeah," she laughed, "you do too."
Draco grinned right back and echoed her amusement. What started as quiet laughter from both of them quickly erupted into full blown guffaws as they stared at one another, each looking like a drowned rat as the rain kept on. Their laughter reverberated with a strange timbre as it joined the sounds of the storm, but filled the space around them as they smiled in the rain.
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