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Challenge #74: Draco/Hermione ficlet

Title: Proposal
Summary: It had been nine days since she last talked to him. But he refused to give up.
Characters/Pairings: Draco/Hermione
Genre: Romance, angst
Beta: none
Rating/Warnings: PG-13 (innuendo)
Medium: Ficlet
Word Count: 696
Can the Order post to Tumblr?: Yes
If yes, your Tumblr username: heartsamongstars


It had been nine days since she last talked to him.

Not by his own choice, mind. He’d attempted to speak with her. He had sent her no less than seven owls in the past nine days. She had ripped apart every single one. He had tried to catch her eye in their shared classes, going so far as to levitate little notes to her desk—with apologies hastily blotted across the page—as subtly as possible when the teacher’s back was turned. In response, she had turned her infamous Head Girl Glare his way and cast an Incendio on the defenseless scraps of parchment. He had even tried cornering her in the hallways, which was a very public request for attention, he thought, bordering on desperate. She had granted him a nasty stinging hex in return.

But he refused to give up.

She would haunt him until they settled this little spat. It was torture that she was so present, close enough to touch, and yet, she was practically a ghost. He still felt her touches like a whisper across his skin, and the memory made him shiver in excitement. He could vividly recall the silver pendant he had given her last Christmas gleaming in the darkness between her breasts, the emerald gems that made up the eyes shining from the tiny snake head. He could still smell her on his bed sheets; her scent was fading, but his own memory kept it fresh.

No, no other witch would ever satisfy him. No one else would ever complete him. So he simply wouldn’t rest until the Malfoy signet ring found its home upon her left hand.

She was crying when he found her in the Head dorms. She was on the couch, hair flared out against the pillow, feet tucked under her bum as she curled into a semi-fetal position. She looked incredibly vulnerable lying there, and he yearned to hold her.

Wordlessly, he moved toward her with determined strides, intent upon ending this row whether she liked it or not, but to his surprise, she leapt off the couch before he could reach her. With a soft sob, she threw herself into his arms, her lips attacking his neck in small, apologetic kisses. Her little hands curled into fists in his robe, and her tears stained the fabric. She was mumbling as she kissed him, her lips moving rapidly against the skin of his neck, chin, cheeks, and nose. Apologies and affections poured from her until he finally stopped her tirade by pressing his lips firmly against hers. The taste of her filled his mouth for the first time in over a week, and he groaned in appreciation. Her tears were salty and sour, but he still recognized the unique taste that was purely Hermione Granger.

Finally.

He wrapped his arms around her waist, lifting her into the air, and she responded by wrapping her legs snugly about his hips, the heels of her feet digging into his bum and pushing his pelvis firmly into hers. He nearly lost it then, so long had it been since he’d felt her supple body against his. Determined to see his plan through, he ignored her advances—which were getting bolder by the second—and deposited her unceremoniously onto the bed.

She stared up at him with wide eyes, clearly surprised that he had refused such a blatant proposition. He could not resist for long, though. He climbed onto the bed next to her, tackling her into the down comforters and swallowing her squeals of delight with his mouth. He divested her of clothing with a quick, wandless Evanesco, and he felt a small thrill at the sight of his necklace around her neck, gleaming between her breasts just as he had remembered.

She reached for him, clearly intent on disrobing him as well, but he stilled her movements. Catching her left hand, he held her gaze as he slipped his signet ring off his finger, and her brown eyes widened in realization. His lips ghosted across hers as he whispered his proposal into her gasping mouth.

Then, there were no more words.




28 points
Tags: *challenge, *tumblr allowed, character: draco malfoy, character: hermione granger, creator: heartsignite, form: ficlet, genre: angst, genre: romance, rating: pg-13
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