Closer
Title: Closer
Author: little_dollface
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 650
Summary: Set during HBP. Hermione sees Draco in the library.
Notes: Written for 100quills prompt 'Touch'. Not beta'd so beware.
What was he doing here?
The library was her sanctuary. It was late on a Friday night and Hermione truly hadn't expected anyone to be there. She just wanted to be alone, so she could wallow in misery. The sight of Ron and Lavender together had made her stomach turn. She needed to escape.
But Malfoy sat there, unknowingly invading her space. He wasn’t even reading the book that was open in front of him. He looked lost, troubled even. That’s how he had looked all year. She knew because she had been watching. Harry said he was up to something, so she observed him from a distance. Yes, it was best to keep her distance. Malfoy was dangerous. And not only in the way that Harry believed.
If she got too close, he would pull her in and devour her completely. He would make her do things that she knew were wrong. He already made her feel things she shouldn’t. He wasn't the kind of boy she should desire. He was cruel and mean, and he embodied all the things she despised. Yet, she had fantasized about what it would be like to touch him. Not in a sexual way, just a light touch placed on the top of his hand or arm.
What would he do if she touched him? Would he yell in disgust and push her away? Did he really see her as dirty and vile - a Mudblood? Or were those just words he had been taught to say.
Hermione stepped closer. The air was cold and she shivered slightly. The distance between them grew smaller and smaller until she stood in front of him. When he looked up, the pain that shone in his eyes made her gasp. Tentatively, she reached out to let her fingertips graze the surface of his cheek. She waited for the harsh, biting words but they never came. Instead of pulling away in horror he leaned in to her touch.
Embolden by his response, she cupped his cheek fully with her palm.
It seemed like forever before she removed her hand. She regretted the loss immediately. The feel of his skin against her own had started a fire in the pit of her stomach. It was a mistake. She shouldn't have done it because now she wanted to do it again. She needed more.
Cautiously he reached out and placed a hand on her hip. She sighed heavily, but followed the pull of his grasp. Unsure of what he wanted, she hesitated. Her desire was to be as close to him as possible. As if comforting him would soothe her own pain. With an abandon she didn’t even know she possessed, Hermione straddled him, wrapping her arms and legs abound his body as he sat.
He seemed grateful for her sudden daring. She could feel his desperation as he pulled her closer. For a moment she thought he might try something, but his hands remained on her back. Malfoy was pressing her against him so tightly that it almost hurt. And when he buried his head in her hair she had to suppress a whimper.
Time seemed to stand still as they embraced each other. Eventually, their breathing became perfectly synchronized. She rested her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes. Sleep would have come easily had her body not been ringing with electricity. She was keenly aware of every point of her that connected with him. Each tiny movement sent shocking impulses to her core.
She sighed. This would be perfect if only it mattered. But it didn't. It would be over soon and everything would be the same again. That realization pulled her back into the reality of the situation. Regret began to seep in. She tried to get up but he held her still.
Then, in the distance, Harry called out her name and he let go.
Author: little_dollface
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 650
Summary: Set during HBP. Hermione sees Draco in the library.
Notes: Written for 100quills prompt 'Touch'. Not beta'd so beware.
What was he doing here?
The library was her sanctuary. It was late on a Friday night and Hermione truly hadn't expected anyone to be there. She just wanted to be alone, so she could wallow in misery. The sight of Ron and Lavender together had made her stomach turn. She needed to escape.
But Malfoy sat there, unknowingly invading her space. He wasn’t even reading the book that was open in front of him. He looked lost, troubled even. That’s how he had looked all year. She knew because she had been watching. Harry said he was up to something, so she observed him from a distance. Yes, it was best to keep her distance. Malfoy was dangerous. And not only in the way that Harry believed.
If she got too close, he would pull her in and devour her completely. He would make her do things that she knew were wrong. He already made her feel things she shouldn’t. He wasn't the kind of boy she should desire. He was cruel and mean, and he embodied all the things she despised. Yet, she had fantasized about what it would be like to touch him. Not in a sexual way, just a light touch placed on the top of his hand or arm.
What would he do if she touched him? Would he yell in disgust and push her away? Did he really see her as dirty and vile - a Mudblood? Or were those just words he had been taught to say.
Hermione stepped closer. The air was cold and she shivered slightly. The distance between them grew smaller and smaller until she stood in front of him. When he looked up, the pain that shone in his eyes made her gasp. Tentatively, she reached out to let her fingertips graze the surface of his cheek. She waited for the harsh, biting words but they never came. Instead of pulling away in horror he leaned in to her touch.
Embolden by his response, she cupped his cheek fully with her palm.
It seemed like forever before she removed her hand. She regretted the loss immediately. The feel of his skin against her own had started a fire in the pit of her stomach. It was a mistake. She shouldn't have done it because now she wanted to do it again. She needed more.
Cautiously he reached out and placed a hand on her hip. She sighed heavily, but followed the pull of his grasp. Unsure of what he wanted, she hesitated. Her desire was to be as close to him as possible. As if comforting him would soothe her own pain. With an abandon she didn’t even know she possessed, Hermione straddled him, wrapping her arms and legs abound his body as he sat.
He seemed grateful for her sudden daring. She could feel his desperation as he pulled her closer. For a moment she thought he might try something, but his hands remained on her back. Malfoy was pressing her against him so tightly that it almost hurt. And when he buried his head in her hair she had to suppress a whimper.
Time seemed to stand still as they embraced each other. Eventually, their breathing became perfectly synchronized. She rested her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes. Sleep would have come easily had her body not been ringing with electricity. She was keenly aware of every point of her that connected with him. Each tiny movement sent shocking impulses to her core.
She sighed. This would be perfect if only it mattered. But it didn't. It would be over soon and everything would be the same again. That realization pulled her back into the reality of the situation. Regret began to seep in. She tried to get up but he held her still.
Then, in the distance, Harry called out her name and he let go.