HeartsIgnite (heartsignite) wrote in hh_sugarquill,

Several Draco/Hermione ficlets (some challenges, some not)

Title: After Hours
Summary: She had done her rounds already, so why was she still here?
Characters/Pairings: Draco/Hermione
Genre: Romance
Beta: none
Rating/Warnings: G
Prompt/Challenge: Ficlet--#74
Word Count: 206
Can the Order post to Tumblr?: No

Hermione Granger was a woman of many accomplishments. She’d been top of her class for the past 6-going-on-7 years. She’d helped the great Harry Potter defeat Voldemort in the Final Battle the previous year. She’d finally acquired that Head girl position she had been coveting since she was eleven. She’d even successfully started to gather several S.P.E.W. representatives in other houses.

But one thing she couldn’t seem to accomplish was figuring out why exactly she was still here with Malfoy after their required hours of rounds were complete.

Because she was still here. After hours. With Draco Malfoy.

And as of exactly 36 minutes and 12 seconds ago, she really didn’t need to be.

The look on Malfoy’s face as he stared at her said that he was wondering the same thing.

The lingering didn’t stop there. Every night they had rounds she lingered, sometimes less than an hour, sometimes well into the night. They would sit together in the Room of Requirement in silent company, small-talk filling the quiet only when both deemed it necessary.

For the longest time, Hermione didn’t understand why she could seem to part from him. She did understand, however, when she found his lips pressed against hers four months later.

Michiko || Gryffindor || 12 points

Title: How It Ends
Summary: How did it come to this?
Characters/Pairings: Draco/Hermione
Genre: Angst
Beta: none
Rating/Warnings: G
Prompt/Challenge: Ficlet--#76 Loss
Word Count: 162
Can the Order post to Tumblr?: No

His tears flowed down his cheeks as he cradled her rapidly cooling body in his arms. Her small smile seemed frozen in place as she blinked slowly up at him, trying to get him into focus. Blood was flooding around her, soaking his clothes with warmth. Her beautifully pale skin was paling even faster still, and the lively sheen of her eyes was dulling.

How did it come to this…

He wept for the future they had planned and lost. He wept for his unborn child, who would never get its first glimpse of the world. He wept for her family and friends, who would never be graced with her sweet smile again. He wept for himself, for nothing would ever fill the gaping hole in his heart. But he wept for his dying love most of all.

Her lips parted, and his name tumbled from them one last time. Glassy eyes closed. Heavy body sagged.

This was it.

She was gone.

Michiko || Gryffindor || 10 points

Title: Idiotic Schemes of Blue
Summary: Draco made a boo-boo...
Characters/Pairings: Draco/Hermione
Genre: Humor
Beta: none
Rating/Warnings: PG -- mild language
Prompt/Challenge: Ficlet--#83
Word Count: 106
Can the Order post to Tumblr?: No




Running footsteps.


“What! What did I…oh. Damn.”

“I’m blue!! I’m blue!!! My skin is fucking bright blue! God help you, Draco Malfoy, if you did this to me. Why the hell am I blue?!”

“W-well…you see…I must’ve accidentally switched the bottles…”

“And why, pray tell, were you messing with the bottles in the first place?”



Death glare.

“Malfoy, you have thirty seconds to get your ass over to the hospital wing and find me an antidote to this disastrously idiotic scheme of yours.”

Shocked stare.





Running footsteps.

Michiko || Gryffindor || 9 points

Title: A Matter of Knickers
Summary: Draco has done something colossally stupid, and Hermione is quite upset.
Characters/Pairings: Draco/Hermione
Genre: Humor
Beta: none
Rating/Warnings: PG -- mild language, innuendo
Prompt/Challenge: none
Word Count: 420
Can the Order post to Tumblr?: No

“You prat!”


“Ouch! What in bloody hell’s name was that for, Granger?! That hurt my effing head!”

“Well, you deserved it, you dim-witted git! How could you?”

“Granger…” Sigh. “Is this about your knickers again?”

“What do you mean again? This is the first time I’ve brought it up!”

“Except when you were screaming at Blaise for hanging them on his bedpost.”

“He deserved it, too!! It’s embarrassing and indecent, you mongrel!”

“So go tell him that.”

“I bloody well have! And now it’s your turn.”


“Ow! Fuck, woman! Put that damn book down and stop abusing me!”

“Abusing you, am I? I haven’t even warmed up yet, Malfoy. Wait until you see just how badly I can abuse you, you pestering, filthy, crass - ”

“Whoa, whoa...calm down. Enough with the insults already.”

“Would you prefer to be slapped instead?”


“I thought so.”

Sigh. “Hermione, let it go. It was hours ago. Besides, it was only a couple of Slytherin boys who saw it – excluding me and Blaise, of course.”

“That’s not the point, you twit!”

“What is the point then?”

“It’s the principle of the matter. You can’t just prance around stealing the Head Girl’s knickers! Or any girl, for that matter. Especially used ones! Even if they’re your girlfriend’s!”

Chuckle. “You’re so amusing when you’re all riled up.”

“Grrr! Draco Malfoy!!!”

Thud. SLAP.

“Ow! OW! Damn, enough! Blimey, you’re violent.”

“Grrr…why you…you…!”

Sigh. “Granger, I’m sorry, all right? It was only a joke.”

“Well, of course it was only a joke. It was especially hilarious when you showed Zabini and your monkeys. So bloody funny.”

“Relax, Granger. It won’t happen again. I swear it.”

“It shouldn’t have even happened in the first place.”

“I was…I was proving a point, ok? We were talking about sex and shit, and they were all on about how the wenches they’d been with smelled like old people’s socks. I was proving that my girl smelled like heaven in every single part of her body.”


“Oh, come on, Hermione. It’s nothing to get all flushed and embarrassed about.”

“Nothing? Nothing! Draco, my knickers!! And your friends have no business knowing what I smell like anyway!”

“Of course, baby, of course. I’m sorry.”



“You know, just because you kiss me doesn’t mean I forgive you.”

Smirk. “Oh, I’m not worried. You will eventually.”





Michiko || Gryffindor || 14 points

Title: That Game We Play
Summary: This little game of theirs is coming to a head.
Characters/Pairings: Draco/Hermione
Genre: Romance
Beta: none
Rating/Warnings: PG -- suggestiveness
Prompt/Challenge: none
Word Count: 404
Can the Order post to Tumblr?: No

I glared at her as she walked by, wanting to incense her, wanting to wipe that self-righteous look off her face. Instead, I succeeded only in making her smirk at me, a quick, ruthless tilt of the lips that was worthy of even myself.

Just like Granger to insist on besting me.

So I play her game. I give her the cold shoulder the rest of the morning. Ignoring her even as she tries to catch my eye in potions; ignoring the flirtatious glances she shoots Zabini in an attempt to rile me up.

I give no reaction.

And finally she is fed up.

She makes it to lunch before she cracks. I’m almost sorry I toyed with her as I watch her saunter angrily, haughtily, to the Slytherin table. I nearly regret playing with her as she storms up to me, a cold glare in her eyes.

But every head in the Great Hall is turned in our direction, and I can’t quite bring myself to summon up any sense of remorse.

Her voice is tight as she speaks. “Malfoy.”


Her eyes narrow at my cool tone, calm and collected, just as a Malfoy is expected to be.

But she knows I am furious beneath that indifferent exterior. She knows that I am giving her the payback she so rightfully deserves for ignoring me for three whole days.

It’s the little game we play.

I screw her silly against her will (or so she says). She slaps me. I leave. She ignores me, only to come crawling back into my arms days later.

I know she enjoys it more than she lets on. Or else Potter and Weasley would have had my head by now.

So we continue to play.

“You’re ignoring me,” she complains bitterly.

I chuckle, amused. “Don’t you want me to?”


“Prove it,” I smirk.

And prove it she does.

She grabs my face in her hands, tilts her lips toward mine, and kisses me so hard I’m nearly dizzy. Right there in front of the entire student body and faculty.

And neither of us gives a damn who sees.

I smirk again as I kiss her back. I’ve won this time. I’ve proved to her that I own her as much as she owns me.

And I’ve enjoyed every last minute of it.

Michiko || Gryffindor || 13 points

Title: Reasons
Summary: Draco makes a list.
Characters/Pairings: Draco/Hermione
Genre: Romance
Beta: none
Rating/Warnings: PG-13 (and cheesiness. Lots of it.)
Prompt/Challenge: none
Word Count: 620
Can the Order post to Tumblr?: No

Reasons Why Loving Hermione Granger is the Best Choice I’ve Ever Made

o1. She loves me for who I am, past and flaws included.

o2. She forgave me for all the ways I wronged her when we were in school, even though I don’t deserve it.

o3. She puts up with me. That alone is reason enough.

o4. Mother adores her. Father admits that she’s not only a good match for me, but also a good addition to the Malfoy family.

o5. She would be a wonderful mother, as nurturing as she is. My future children need a good mother.

o6. Because we honestly cannot be friends, (and yes, we’ve tried) being lovers is the next obvious choice. Obviously.

o7. She’s bloody gorgeous, inside and out. Petite, yes, but she’s sexy and curvy and feminine and soft and…beautiful.

o8. The sex is amazing. Mind-blowing every time. She knows exactly which buttons to press to make me come, and she’s so passionate and rough and tender and loving….I’m getting sidetracked.

o9. She’s brilliant. Intelligence, cunning, and wit, all in that ridiculously large brain of hers. We can easily carry philosophical debates and intelligent conversations.

1o. She saved me from myself during that war. It’s only right to repay her in any way I can for the rest of my life.

11. Every time I tell her that, she insists that I don’t owe her anything, and that she doesn’t want me to love her out of debt. She just can’t believe that I loved her long before that.

12. She learned to put up with my friends for me (the few that I’ve kept, anyway). Now they’re as close to her as they are to me.

13. She’s thoughtful. She does whatever she can to make me happy.

Draco’s brow furrowed in concentration, and the quill he was holding paused a scant centimeter above the parchment. He had plenty of reasons, many more, in fact. He just couldn’t figure out how to put them in words.

A shadow fell over his paper, and dainty arms wrapped around his shoulders, making him drop his quill in surprise. Familiar lips pressed sweetly against his neck, drawing a moan from him as he leaned into the embrace.

“Hermione…” he groaned, his own lips roving her bare shoulder.

“I woke up, and you weren’t there,” she whispered, pouting cutely. “I insist that you come back to bed immediately.”

Draco chuckled, mirth crinkling the corners of his eyes as he perused the woman before him. Her lips were set in a pout, and her honey-colored eyes glinted in the dying firelight. Her nude body glowed, enticing him, and he wanted badly to take those perky breasts in his hands and knead them until she melted.

He was intent on doing just that when the sudden surprised look in her eyes stopped his thoughts.

“Draco, what are you writing?”


Panicked, he made to snatch the parchment away from her gaze, but lips pressed upon his stopped him. He moaned into the kiss, electricity flooding down to the tips of his toes. They pulled away for air moments later.

Her lips were curved into a smile. “You love me?” she questioned, chuckling.

“Didn’t you know?”

Her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him even closer. “Well, seeing as how you’ve never told me, it is a bit of a surprise.” She chuckled again. “I’m somewhat upset that you told that piece of parchment before you told me, though.”

Draco smirked, scooping her into his arms and carrying her over to the bed. “Allow me to apologize…”

Michiko || Gryffindor || 21

Title: It's Not Snow, It's Ice, Dammit!
Summary: This was bull. That's what it was.
Characters/Pairings: Draco, Hermione
Genre: Humor
Beta: none
Rating/Warnings: PG -- language
Prompt/Challenge: none
Word Count: 367
Can the Order post to Tumblr?: No

Scrape. Scrape. Scrape.


The irate wizard—could he even really call himself that anymore? Sad excuse for a wizard he was—banged his fist angrily on the hood of his car. He couldn’t scrape this stupid ice off his stupid Muggle car fast enough.

This had to count for cruel and unusual punishment. Surely nothing he did during the War could warrant this type of punishment. How did Muggles live like this? How in Merlin’s name did they waste hours of their stupid, worthless, inconsequential lives scraping this shit off their cars?

Incensed, Malfoy resumed his ice-scraping at an even faster pace, sweat beginning to bead on his forehead from his exertion.

Scrape. Scrape. Scrape.



It broke. The bloody ice-scraper thing broke.

Damn it.

“Need some help there, Malfoy?”

He was surprised he didn’t crack his neck with the way he jerked his head so hard.

“Granger,” he spat. “What are you doing here? Come to laugh at the poor Squib? Come to goad stupid, magic-less Draco Malfoy some more?” Even to his own ears, his voice was annoying.

God. Being sent to Azkaban would probably have been a more forgiving hell than being exiled to Muggle America—New York, New York; who the hell names a city twice?—without magic for three years. He’d only been here seven months, and he was practically ready to beg the Ministry to just send him to Azkaban, for fuck’s sake.

“You’re hardly a Squib, Malfoy.” Her brown eyes flashed in ire at his obvious hatred. “And no, I didn’t come here to laugh at you, you insolent prick. I came because you’re half an hour late for your weekly appointment.”

Malfoy sneered at his Probation Auror. “So sorry to inconvenience you, Granger, but if you haven’t noticed, I can’t see out of my damn window well enough to drive there!”

“That’s Auror Granger to you, Malfoy. And that’s hardly my problem. But this will be another write-up. I’ll see you tomorrow at 2 o’clock for a double session.”

A loud Crack! signaled her Disapparition.

Malfoy’s day really could not get any worse.

Michiko || Gryffindor || 12 points
Maxed out
ohmygosh that took so many ficlets wow

Tags: character: draco malfoy, character: hermione granger, creator: heartsignite, form: ficlet, genre: angst, genre: fluff, genre: humor, genre: romance, rating: g, rating: pg, rating: pg-13
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