We share the same blood.
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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.
Dramione Cliches that I love: Getting paired up in potions class
what could she do? what could she say? she still had some color in her life, while his seemed to have washed away.
“Draco Malfoy is the linchpin. He will bottle fame, brew glory, even put a stopper in death. With his choice, he will break fate.”
— The Stopper in Death by absumoaevum
He had said she didn’t have it in her.
Her hands pressed into his deliciously firm chest as she ground herself against the full length of him, feeling him shudder beneath her.
“Granger”
She looked down at him. His blonde hair was a sexy mess, his eyes, his sea coloured eyes were dark, like the storm brewing within him, wide with surprise and lust. She ground down again, arching her back, throwing her head back and gasping. His hands gripped her hips desperately. She knew she had him.
She didn’t want his control today. Like he had told Blaise he always had. She wanted him to beg, to be eating his words.
She dragged her nails down his chest and he hissed, thrusting his hips harder against hers. She smirked down at him, like he had so many times at her.
Grabbing his hands she forced them upwards, dragging her body against his, so that no part of them was free of the sensation.
“Oh fuck, Granger… slow down” he gasped, trying to sound harsh. But she could hear his excitement.
“No Malfoy, today, I say when” she murmured, her lips against his, and bit down hard on his lip as she fucked him harder. Oh she had it in her alright.
Drabble by unlikelyshipper Thank you!!
OKAY SO. MY DEAR, LOVELY MELINA I HOPE YOU HAVE THE MOST WONDERFUL AND AMAZING BIRTHDAY EVER!!!!!! I love you more than you know and I can’t wait to meet you in person so I can tackle you at the airport and hug you until you break because I know you’ll hate it, but I’m a mean bitch and I’ll do it anyway. I tried to do some magic and get Tom in your bed for some kinky sex, I hope it worked! LOVE YOU.
Wasn’t it easier in your firefly-catchin’ days?
When everything out of reach, someone bigger brought down to you?
Wasn’t it beautiful runnin’ wild ‘til you fell asleep;
Before the monsters caught up to you?
