Where the hell was Granger? Didn’t she say she wanted to see him earlier in the day? Or was his mind playing miserable tricks on him?
It was a few days before Hogwarts was about to let out for Winter Holiday. A fresh snowfall had hit over night and continued drifting flakes down onto the white ground. Grabbing his cloak, the blonde decided he would look for his Granger outside. After all, she did like the snow.
He was only outside for a few minutes, heading towards the forest when something cold and wet hit him square in the face. He reached to clear the dripping slush from his redden cheeks, but was hit with another snowball in his arm.
Quickly, he cleared his eyes, and was able to make out the tiny figure of Hermione Granger, giggling and hiding behind a bare tree.
A devilish smirk arose on his lips.
“I’ll get you for that Granger!” he announced, bending to scoop up a handful of snow.
A war of snowballs flew through the sky, each of them being tossed with a giggle and a chuckle.
Another ball of snow hit Draco in the face and he tossed down the ball he was just about to throw and ran towards his giggling brunette.
“Draco no!” she squealed as his arms wrapped around her waist, and he wrestled them lightly to the ground, her tiny body pinned below his larger one.
He took a moment to take in her appearance. He never knew it was possibly for Hermione Granger to look any more beautiful, but he was wrong.
Her brown locks were intertwined with white snowflakes, her cheeks rosy with the cold, her eyes sparkling with excitement, and most of all her lips donning a dark pink shade from the cold.
He couldn’t resist and caught her lips in a soft kiss, before she broke away, letting her head rest against the ground of snow.
“You know, when I was little I wanted to be a snow princess” the brunette admitted with a giggle from underneath him.
His lips brushed over hers, before landing on her forehead.
“Well, you’ll always be my beautiful snow princess, Granger.”
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Oh wow, thank you so much!!! I am so happy you actually read it, anon <3
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No one has written anything or made any graphics for it in ages though!
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Just as Cormac slipped behind the sheer curtain, Hermione ducked her way out. She walked swiftly along the right wall of the large room Slughorn’s Christmas party was being held in. Everyone was too busy dancing and laughing to notice her strange actions.
She half expected Professor Slughorn to grab her and make her pose for a photo with him but he was too busy showing off “The Shelf”.
Hermione rolled her eyes before slipping out into the hallway.
The air was much cooler out here, she felt the sweat on her bare arms start to dry. She shivered slightly and made her way down the hall, intending to go back to her dorm.
Her plan was cut short, however, by a pair of pale hands that grabbed her arm.In seconds, she was pulled into a dark corner of the hall.
She reached for her wand but it was no use, her captor already had it twirling between his fingers. Hermione looked up and found pale gray eyes peering back at her.
“Malfoy,” She huffed ,”Give me back my wand, you twat,” After Cormac’s incessant fondling she was quite through with men.
“Come now, Granger,” He drawled, his voice was gravely and low ,”Don’t be that way,”
She moved back, distancing herself from him as much as she could ,”Have you been drinking?,” She wondered.
Draco only chuckled in response, moving towards her again. She tried moving away more but her back was met with the cool stone of the wall.
He didn’t stop moving until he was flush against her, their noses touching.
Hermione was shocked and slightly disgusted to find that she didn’t mind his close proximity. If she was being honest, the hard planes of his body felt delicious against hers.
She shook her head in an attempt to clear it ,”Wh-What are you doing, M-Malfoy?,” She said, sounding like a mouse cornered by a cat.
His eyes were full of mischief when he spoke ,”I’m not doing anything to you… Yet,”
Her eyes went wide as his lips came down on hers. Hermione was even more shocked when she kissed him back.
He may be a prat, but Draco was bloody gorgeous. She groaned in defeat as she threw her arms around his neck, pulling him closer.
His lips were soft but his kisses were hungry. The air in their little corner grew warmer as his large hands gripped at her sides maddeningly.
He pulled away then, resting his forehead against hers. A minute of kissing and they were both out of breath. What was he doing to her?
He let his hand drift down the length of her dresse, stopping at its hem.
He gripped the fabric roughly as he spoke ,”This is what you’re going to do,” He whispered ,”You’re going to ditch that sodding party and you’re going to come to the Room of Requirement with me. Got that, Granger?,”
She shuddered at the growl in his voice and nodded.
He grabbed her hand and took her back into the cool hall. As he led her away she could have sworn she heard him muttering ,”I require a bed,”
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Hermione stared into the lightly simmering cauldron as the steam wafted gently up towards her face. The scent was intoxicating and despite all the eyes on her, she found herself drifting off into a memory.
“It’s the most powerful love potion in the world,” she said softly. “It’s supposed to smell differently to each person according to what attracts us most. I smell freshly mown grass, new parchment and the sweet—”
She broke off suddenly and blushed at her misstep. A quick glance at her classmates revealed that she had, indeed, been caught. One grin in the crowd was particularly gleeful.
“The sweet scent of what?” Draco asked, his voice deceptively innocent.
“Nothing,” she mumbled, stepping back hastily and trying to blend in with the other students.
Of course, he would have none of that.
Prick.
“Nothing?” he echoed, purposefully playing dumb. The small smirk tugging at his lips defeated the effect but that didn’t matter since everyone was hanging on his every word. “Perhaps you were thinking of the sweet scent of ripe apples?”
She blushed furiously and ground her teeth together as she tried to set him on fire with her stare alone.
“No,” she ground out.
“No?” He was positively jubilant. “It wasn’t? Strange, I thought that you had once said—”
Before she could think rationally about what she was doing her wand was up and sealing his mouth magically shut—the way he should have been born, if she was being honest. His eyes widened in surprise momentarily before his body began to shake with silent laughter.
“Miss Granger!” Slughorn sounded absolutely scandalized but his eyes were bugging out of his head in that unattractive manner that he got when he was eyeing the greenhouses. “15 points from Gryffindor and detention this evening! You do not attack a student in my dungeons, young lady!”
She glared daggers at Draco. He was in so much trouble. He had no idea.
Not only had he gotten her a detention and caused her to lose House points but he had come dangerously close to revealing their secret to anyone with half a brain; despite popular belief, Ron and Harry weren’t as thick as they came off.
Oh yes. Draco Malfoy was in so much trouble. The only problem was that he looked positively gleeful about it.
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Kissing his way down Hermione’s neck and towards her sternum, he could feel the changes in her pulse. At her neck, it felt rapid and almost thin; listening to it, it sounded like a high soprano, holding her money-note during an aria. At her sternum though, the center, it felt heavy and warm and thick. It sounded deep as it counted out the beats of her love to him. Smiling to himself, Draco muttered an ‘I love you’ to her heart as he continued kissing his way downwards. He felt her smile as she said the words back to him.
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“You can’t do this Granger,” he whispered against her lips. “They’re hunting you. They’ll find you. The Muggleborn Com—”
“I know all of this Draco,” she whispered back, her breath hot and wet. “I won’t be alone. I’ll be with Harry and Ron—”
“The two people most likely to attract attention, and bad attention at that,” his fingers dug painfully into her upper arms as he squeezed his eyes shut. “The Chosen One and his flaming haired Blood Traitor sidekick.”
“I’ll be fine, Draco.”
“Your days are numbered, Hermione,” his voice cracked on her name. “Where does that leave me?”
His eyes snapped open to stare at her glossy browns. There was a world of pain and sadness in those eyes but it was tempered with desperation and a fierce burning hope. He felt the growl rip its way out of his chest and he shook her hard enough to make her head snap back.
“Where does that leave me, Hermione?”
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