For Pinkwonderiffic, Week 1
TITLE: Socks
FOR: Pinkwonderiffic :D
SHIP: Draco/Hermione
It was the socks, of course; it has to have been the socks.
Otherwise she wouldn’t have known what horrifying power had brought her to think it a good idea to do something like this.
Running through the snow, cold and wet seeping through her shoes, she passed by all the kids throwing snowballs at each other, or building snowmen. Once inside, she almost slipped a couple of times as she hurried across the slick stone floor, her hand reaching inside her pocket to assure herself that she still had it.
Yes. It was still there, a bit prickly against her fingers as she ran them along it.
Finally she reached her destination, skidding to a halt as she looked around. He had to be here somewhere.
Her eyes looking up and down the nearly deserted Slytherin table, she ran up to him, pulled his face to face hers, held the mistletoe over his head, and kissed him very softly.
At the shocked expression on his face when she pulled away, she smiled mischievously. “It only comes once a year, Draco,” she whispered, before running off again.
FOR: Pinkwonderiffic :D
SHIP: Draco/Hermione
It was the socks, of course; it has to have been the socks.
Otherwise she wouldn’t have known what horrifying power had brought her to think it a good idea to do something like this.
Running through the snow, cold and wet seeping through her shoes, she passed by all the kids throwing snowballs at each other, or building snowmen. Once inside, she almost slipped a couple of times as she hurried across the slick stone floor, her hand reaching inside her pocket to assure herself that she still had it.
Yes. It was still there, a bit prickly against her fingers as she ran them along it.
Finally she reached her destination, skidding to a halt as she looked around. He had to be here somewhere.
Her eyes looking up and down the nearly deserted Slytherin table, she ran up to him, pulled his face to face hers, held the mistletoe over his head, and kissed him very softly.
At the shocked expression on his face when she pulled away, she smiled mischievously. “It only comes once a year, Draco,” she whispered, before running off again.