She found him in a muggle bar. It was perceptive of him, she had to admit, because that was the last place his friends would be searching for him. Hermione Granger was not his friend though, and she highly doubted she would be.
Hermione took a seat beside him, taking in his rumpled clothes and forlorn expression with concern in her eyes.
“Malfoy,” she started to say, but he didn’t even lift his head at her voice. He stared down at his glass of whiskey and made no move to acknowledge her presence. “Draco,” she tried again, this time reaching out to touch his arm. “It’s almost two in the morning. Let me take you home,”
He finally turned to look at her, and a cynical smile curved in his mouth. “Home? You’re taking me to your bloody house now, Granger? Sorry to burst your bubble, but despite our temporary alliance, no matter how delectable you may look, I’m not exactly interested in fucking anyone tonight,”
Hermione blushed at his crudity. “I meant your house, Malfoy,” she responded acerbically. “And sorry to burst your bubble, but I don’t even find you attractive enough to think of doing…that…with you.”
Draco drained the last of his drink before replying. His grey-eyed gaze seemed to burn through her, making her feel oddly exposed and vulnerable. “Is that a challenge, Granger?” he asked softly. “If you want a shag, all you have to do is ask,” his eyes insolently drifted from her mouth down to her chest.
Hermione rolled her eyes, but her pulse raced with an awareness that she only felt with him. “We have a lot of work to do at the Ministry tomorrow,” she hastily changed the topic. “And you have a meeting with the Head of the Auror department on the next day which you haven’t even prepared for! So come on, let me—”
“Why do you even bother, Granger?” he cut in rudely. “Why don’t you just let me rot here in peace and go annoy someone else?”
“Well, since no one else would care about you, I thought I might as well do the job,” she answered, her voice coming out angry. “It’s a tiring task, to be honest. Imagine caring for a git like you, who acts like a royal bastard all the time and—” the rest of her tirade was smothered in the hungry kiss he gave her not just because he wanted to shut her up, but because he felt the same way as well.
AU MEME: Draco Malfoy, an aspiring golf pro, sets his sights on Hermione Granger, one of the best ballerinas in their side of town. Little did he remember that years ago, when they were still in elementary, she was the girl he loved to torment and even ended up embarrassing her in front of a huge crowd, which traumatized her into transferring to another school. Hermione never forgot though, so when Draco started showing interest, she was determined to cast her revenge by pretending to be in love with him and breaking his heart right in time for his golfing tournament. [X]
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“I am not in love with you.”
The chilling tone of her voice and grim expression told him that she believed what she just said, but he thought otherwise. She did love him, but her mind refused to accept it.
“Whatever makes you sleep at night,” he said lightly. “You can’t run from the truth for the rest of your life, Granger… sooner or later you’ll have to come to terms with your feelings for me,”
“If you’re referring to the disgust and abhorrence I strongly feel towards you, then trust me, I have come to terms with those feelings with outstanding success,” she responded venomously.
Draco took a step closer to her, but she did not back away. His hand shot out to grasp her arm, and with a soft thump she fell against his chest. She continued to stare defiantly up at him when she righted herself, her eyes challenging him to do his worst.
“I love you,” he breathed against her temple. “You know that, don’t you?” his fingertips wandered tenderly against her cheek, and a loud gasp escaped her lips. “I’ve paid for my sins, you made sure of that. You got your revenge. You owe me the truth at least, Granger,” she swallowed and blinked away the building moisture from her eyes, and for the first time in weeks he finally saw a crack in her stoic composure. “Now answer me,” his voice turned a bit harsher. “Were you just playing games when you gave yourself to me or have you actually fallen in love as well?”
Hermione’s answer was lost the moment she pulled his head to hers and touched her lips against his in a bittersweet kiss.
There’s no explanation or forewarning
Underneath all the crimson lining.
Romance just is….
She wrote him letters everyday. It didn’t matter what those parchments contained, so long as she reminded him that she remember him, that she won’t ever forget. That distance won’t change her feelings about them.
He never responded to any of her missives. He hadn’t felt the need to, for their connection surpassed the norms of communication. Somehow, even if a thousand miles separated them, she was still with him. He could taste her in the sweet summer air. He could see her smiling face behind his lids. She was everywhere, yet nowhere.
“I can’t believe you like him,” Hannah commented with a disbelieving shake of her head. “I understand he’s good-looking and all, but he’s a git,”
A smile lifted the corners of Hermione’s mouth. “Yes, he is a git. But he’s also intelligent and he makes me smile,” she responded lightly.
“But you said he also annoys the hell out of you and drives you to distraction,” Hannah reminded her. “Plus, he never even calls you by your first name. You’ve always been ‘Granger’ to him,”
“He’s not that bad,” Hermione said. “I like him for all his imperfections and more,” a wistful look crossed her features as she continued. “And just so you know, he does call me by my first name, you’re just not around to hear it,”
“And when would that—oh!” Hannah clapped a hand to her mouth when she saw Hermione’s blush. “Oh. Oh, I get it,”
Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger have been in a forbidden relationship for the past couple of years. However, in their sixth year at Hogwarts, Draco is assigned a mission that will change everything between them; he must kill Harry Potter.
The first minute and twenty. MY GOD. AMAZING
