D/HR story
Er.. This was written from the train during our Sweden trip, when we took the express train (3 hours rather than 5 being the definition of ‘express’)from Stockholm to Gotheborg (or however it’s spelt). Okay well, here it is.. And I was a bit rusty, (and i still am, more than ever...) so...:
“You are a horrible person!”
Hermione Granger, twenty-one years old, was flushed with anger. Her wavy brown curls were haphazardly tied into a loose ponytail, her green blouse half-way undone, her skirt askew. She had just awoken from an aafternoon nap, only to find her fiancee staring smugly down at her, holding her knickers.
“I know, I know. Now, give me a hug love,” Draco Malfoy replied, sighing dramatically.
Hermione scowled slightly, but gave in and hugged him. As soon as she did, she regretted it because he just smelled so damn good!
“Any reason for your little surprise?” she murmured against his lean, but somehow still muscular, shoulder, breathing in his scent.
That day, he had chosen to wear a classy black dress shirt (despite the constantly rising temperatures outside), and matching black jeans. Since his muggle-hating Hogwarts days, he had become much more open-minded, in terms of accepting muggle customs and such, and of course, he had fallen in love with the original Mudblood herself, Hermione Granger. He smiled down at the woman in his arms.
“None in particular, I just missed you,” he answered, resting his chin on top of her head.
He could feel Hermione smiling against him, then pulled back to look at her. She was beautiful. Perhaps not in that typical supermodel way, but what she had was more special than any model’s beauty. She had the most beautiful mind--unclogged by superficial things, full of witty comebacks, always came up with the best ideas, logical, and of course, a full-fledged bad girl in her own right.
Oh, and she had an above genius level IQ, and had graduated top of thier class, in addition to receiving a special award for being the best witch Hogwarts had seen since Rowena Ravenclaw’s time--she was that remarkable.
“Something wrong?” Hermione questioned, breaking Draco out of his reverie.
Draco shook his head. “Nothing at all. So, shall we go?”
Hermione raised a carefully plucked and arched brow. “Go where?”
Draco smirked.
“Why, the Manor of course!” Pause. “You haven’t forgotten, have you?”
Hermione groaned, burying her head further in his chest. “Draco, I promised to make our anniversary unforgettable, but I’m tired! Later, I promise. We’ll leave a mark in every room of that big fat house.”
Draco chuckled. “I’ll hold you to that promise,” he said, pulling her closer and tilting her head up to give her a kiss that left her breathless.
Yeah, really short. I know, I know. One-shot, too. Because I don’t want to make empty promises...
Well, hopefully someone reads it.
“You are a horrible person!”
Hermione Granger, twenty-one years old, was flushed with anger. Her wavy brown curls were haphazardly tied into a loose ponytail, her green blouse half-way undone, her skirt askew. She had just awoken from an aafternoon nap, only to find her fiancee staring smugly down at her, holding her knickers.
“I know, I know. Now, give me a hug love,” Draco Malfoy replied, sighing dramatically.
Hermione scowled slightly, but gave in and hugged him. As soon as she did, she regretted it because he just smelled so damn good!
“Any reason for your little surprise?” she murmured against his lean, but somehow still muscular, shoulder, breathing in his scent.
That day, he had chosen to wear a classy black dress shirt (despite the constantly rising temperatures outside), and matching black jeans. Since his muggle-hating Hogwarts days, he had become much more open-minded, in terms of accepting muggle customs and such, and of course, he had fallen in love with the original Mudblood herself, Hermione Granger. He smiled down at the woman in his arms.
“None in particular, I just missed you,” he answered, resting his chin on top of her head.
He could feel Hermione smiling against him, then pulled back to look at her. She was beautiful. Perhaps not in that typical supermodel way, but what she had was more special than any model’s beauty. She had the most beautiful mind--unclogged by superficial things, full of witty comebacks, always came up with the best ideas, logical, and of course, a full-fledged bad girl in her own right.
Oh, and she had an above genius level IQ, and had graduated top of thier class, in addition to receiving a special award for being the best witch Hogwarts had seen since Rowena Ravenclaw’s time--she was that remarkable.
“Something wrong?” Hermione questioned, breaking Draco out of his reverie.
Draco shook his head. “Nothing at all. So, shall we go?”
Hermione raised a carefully plucked and arched brow. “Go where?”
Draco smirked.
“Why, the Manor of course!” Pause. “You haven’t forgotten, have you?”
Hermione groaned, burying her head further in his chest. “Draco, I promised to make our anniversary unforgettable, but I’m tired! Later, I promise. We’ll leave a mark in every room of that big fat house.”
Draco chuckled. “I’ll hold you to that promise,” he said, pulling her closer and tilting her head up to give her a kiss that left her breathless.
Yeah, really short. I know, I know. One-shot, too. Because I don’t want to make empty promises...
Well, hopefully someone reads it.