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.
diarycrux:
for a friend who is a constant inspiration from day one
happy birthday Marie ♥ hope your 18th is a good one!
Dramione Cliches that I love: Being head Boy and Head Girl in their Seventh year at Hogwarts
“Enlighten me again why you’re sitting beside me right now,” Draco drawled out, eyeing Hermione with undisguised disdain. “Don’t tell me you’ve actually grown attached to me, being perfect and all,” his nose scrunched up at the idea, as though it made him want to cast up the muffins he just ate.
Hermione shot him an affronted glare as she settled to a more comfortable position. Their shoulders brushed briefly as she shuffled a little closer to him, her sweet smell invaded his nostrils. “The Head Girl and the Head Boy should sit together at breakfast and dinner every Monday,” she reminded him coolly. “You’re no prize yourself, Malfoy, so shut up and let me eat in peace,”
“Well there’s no need to sit so close to me!” he complained loudly but did not move away from her. Hermione rolled her eyes but a knowing smile lingered on her lips as she took a sip of orange juice from her goblet.
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so nevermind the darkness, we still can find a way
diarycrux:
G E N D E R S W A P | requested by my girls ♥
hunter parrish as hermes granger
amber heard as draconia malfoy
iamlenneth:
Isolation by Bex-chan, chapter 38: Again
Draco was studying her closely from the other side of the room, watching her chest heave and her hands shake with emotion. He wondered why they were still so far apart. “You didn’t have to Petrify me,” he said slowly. “That was your choice.”
“That was the choice you drove me to!” she yelled, and she could feel her eyes beginning to sting as she tried to smother a frustrated whine with the back of her hand. “I won’t do that again. I won’t. That was…horrible, and I knew you’d try to stop me again, and I…saying goodbye just doesn’t work for us.”
“So what, you were just going to disappear?” he asked.
“No, of course not. I was going to leave you a note.”
“Oh, a note?” he remarked sarcastically. “Excellent! How fucking thoughtful of you!”
“Dammit, Draco, what else was I supposed to do?” She could taste tears at the corners of her mouth. “I can’t win, can I? What can I do?”
”Stay here!”
“NO! When are you going to get it into your head? I. Am. Leaving! And there is nothing you can do about it! Why can’t you just accept that?”
”BECAUSE I LOVE YOU!” he blurted heedlessly, his face crumpling up in complete agony, and Hermione fell into an awestruck silence.
thegirlincendio:
AU; thedarkofthealley asked, Dramione AND Everlark
Katniss looked across the room at the returning tributes from District 1. The boy had striking blonde hair and pale skin, and wore a smug look upon his face that suggested he knew something the rest of the room didn’t. The girl’s chocolate brown hair fell in waves around her nervous smile and she was gripping the boy’s wrist tightly, handcuffing him with her fingers. They fit the description of the usual Capitol lapdogs from the Career districts - attractive and strong, a perfect team for the audience to go nuts for. Yet they gave off a familiar vibe that Katniss could not place.
“That’s them,” whispered Haymitch. “I told you that you’d need allies for the Quarter Quell, and that’s who I would like you to befriend.
Katniss had to stop herself from snorting. She glanced at Peeta, whose eyebrows were playfully raised, awaiting the storm that occurred when a fight broke out between her and Haymitch. He would let the bickering pass and gently place his hand on the small of her back to remind her that he was still there. It usually quieted her down, much to Haymitch’s pleasure.
“Why them?” she asked. “The Capitol has them under their thumb. And I heard that neither of them won from hand-to-hand combat. They simply waited for their opponents to die off.”
It was Haymitch’s turn to smirk. “That’s Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger. I can’t tell you yet why they’re useful, but know that they are. They have special…capabilities…that no one is quite aware of yet.”
Katniss stared at Haymitch and then turned to Peeta. His eyes were confused, but soft, and they confirmed that she should listen to their somewhat off-balance mentor. Haymitch was sober today, after all.
Katniss turned and saw Draco’s arm snaking around Hermione’s waist and wondered if they were putting on a show for the games as she and Peeta had. But as she watched the two tributes whisper and saw the quick press of Draco’s lips to Hermione’s neck, she knew it was real.
Then, she realized. The familiarity of these tributes’ relationship was its similarity to her and Peeta. Draco and Hermione would protect each other to no end, and according to Haymitch they would protect the tributes from District 12 too.
Let the games begin, thought Katniss, and started towards her new “friends.”
never—lands:
I held your hand, is this the thanks I get?
I took you in, is this the thanks I get
Half a chance, the thanks I get
A twist of plans, is this the thanks I get?
once upon a time we burned bright, now all we ever seem to do is fight
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hes-just-a-boy:
I can’t steal his heart, but I can steal back mine.
I didn’t want to say that getting back with Ron was my way of getting revenge on the blonde, but it was. There was no denying it really. Over the course of a few months, I’d gotten to know Draco better than most of his house-mates. But apparently that didn’t matter to him. None of it meant a thing to him. This fact bothered me the most, how could it not mean anything to him? It meant everything to me. No. No it didn’t. Not any more. If he wants to forget it ever happened, then that’s fine by me. I won’t pretend I’m not upset, but I can’t dwell on it. I can’t drown in self-pity, I shan’t. I’ll always have this small connection to Dra-Malfoy, a few pleasant months of ignorance. But now I have to take the time to heal. If I can’t have his heart, then he can’t have mine.
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