fic: draco malfoy: four kisses draco stole (and one he didn't have to) (pg)
Title: Four Kisses Draco Stole (And One He Didn't Have To)
Author: fallenmelody
Character: Draco (Narcissa, Tracey, Pansy, Asteria, Hermione)
Word Count & Rating: 1974, PG.
Disclaimer: Characters, the magical world, etc, is property of J. K. Rowling and Warner Bros, not me. No copyright infringement is intended. I'm just playing with Jo's toys in her sandbox.
Dedication: Written for peskywhistpaw at hp_fivethings!
Note: Thank you to my beta for looking this over for me! peskywhistpaw, I really hope that you enjoy this! I had a blast writing it. I know you didn't include all of these pairings (and I had to include a little Draco/Pansy, but not too much, as you asked), but I hope you like this nonetheless. Your prompts were amazing, so I think I'll be writing something else using one of those ideas over the summer.
Summary: Draco was promising things he had no control over. He always did that when he wasn't sure if things would end in his favor.
I.
The curtains billowed in the cool breeze of spring. A six-year-old Draco was standing in front of the open window, sniffing at the air as it blew past him. It smelled like grass (the house elves had just finished cleaning up the lawn) and gnome spray (It was that time of year again, his mother said). He was impatiently waiting for his father to arrive home from work so that he could begin flying on his new broom, a gift from his Aunt Bellatrix. At breakfast, Lucius had promised that they would start as soon as he got home that evening.
The sun was beginning to set and Draco had a sinking feeling. His father was going to break his word and spend another long night at the office. He let out a rather large sigh for such a little boy and quickly caught his mother's attention. Narcissa was seated on a black leather chair a few feet away, a hardcover book propped open on her lap.
"He'll be home soon, Draco." She smiled gently at him, her light blue eyes sparkling from the sun shining in her face. Narcissa knew her son had been waiting at the window, hoping Lucius would come home early, for over three hours and he had yet to show or send an owl about being late.
"No, he's not," he replied glumly, tapping his shoe against the spotless white wall beneath the window sill. "He never comes home when he says he will."
"Well I suppose there's a first time for everything, isn't there, son?" Lucius's voice boomed through the sitting room as he strolled in, his traveling cloak still hanging from his shoulders. His long blonde hair was pulled back into an elastic and his hand gripped his broom firmly.
"Father!" A grin stretched across Draco's face. "Can we go now? Please?" he added as he took a few eager steps toward his father. He watched Lucius lean down and press his lips softly to Narcissa's before nodding once. "Yes!" His fingers wrapped around the mahogany handle of his broom and he pressed a quick kiss to his mother's surprised lips before racing out the front door, his father silently chuckling at his excitement. Lucius glanced back to see Narcissa stand up and move toward the window, smiling at Draco, who was now hopping up and down on the freshly manicured lawn.
There were some things Lucius never grew tired of, like seeing his son steal a kiss from his mother, because it never failed to catch her off guard. The shocked expression that graced her usually stiff features was one he had come to enjoy. The relationship between his wife and their son was one he envied, but if anyone asked, he would never admit it. He knew that his son looked up to him, because Lucius was his father. When it came to Narcissa, he knew that Draco loved her, not just because she was his mother, but because she did everything for him: read him stories before bed, took him to Diagon Alley for new toys, adored him before she even knew he existed.
Tired of waiting for his father, Draco straddled his broom and jerked forward, nearly falling off. He heard Narcissa gasp and then break out into uncontrollable laughter, causing Draco to grin sheepishly at at her through the window.
Yes, there were some things Lucius never tired of: his son's smile, his wife's laugh, the smell of a freshly polished broom. But this, the innocent moment between Narcissa and Draco that he was fortunate enough to see, was certainly what he loved most.
II.
Draco Malfoy was never nervous. He was confident, cocky, bold, and the most brilliant actor anyone had ever met. There had yet to be a moment when he let his guard down and allowed anyone to see that he was nervous or scared. No, he wouldn't be letting anyone into his heart enough to see him when he was vulnerable until much later in his life.
The giant squid was doing laps across the lake and Draco was standing near the edge, watching intently. He was thirteen years old and he had just admitted to fancying Tracey, an older girl in his house at Hogwarts. He hadn't seen her face when he told his friends, but he knew she had been listening. Crabbe and Goyle both smiled at him approvingly and the infamous Malfoy smirk made its way onto his lips.
"Malfoy?" A high-pitched, girly voice broke his reverie. Draco whipped around to see Tracey walking toward him, her eyes glowing in a way only a Slytherin's could. She stopped a few feet from him, her fingers knotting together in front of her. "I... I just wanted to say that I, um, overheard what you were saying earlier and I'm very, uh, flattered and I-I sort of fancy you as well."
There was a grin threatening to break through, but before he let it ruin his calm exterior, he leaned into her, one of his hands cupping her cheek while the other rested on her back, and kissed her. He knew he'd taken her by surprise, but that was what he did best. Draco Malfoy was always full of the unexpected. It took her a moment to register that he was kissing her, but when she did, her arms wrapped around his neck and she moved her full lips against his.
III.
"I'm not an idiot! I saw you looking at her. If you want to break up with me, then just do it already! I'd rather not watch you stare at the legs of Daphne Greengrass all year. It'll make me sick!"
"You're being absurd! You're just trying to pick a fight with me. I couldn't care less about Greengrass or her legs!"
"That's an insult to my intelligence! I saw you-"
Draco let out an annoyed grunt and grabbed her arm, pulling her into an empty corridor. They were almost to the dungeons, but he'd had enough of her yelling. So, he did the only thing he knew would keep her from going on about him staring at other girls, which he most certainly was not. He pushed her back to the cold stone and pressed his lips hungrily to hers, his hands flat against the wall on either side of her.
After a moment, he pulled away, his eyes burning brightly in the dimly lit corridor. "When are you going to learn to just shut up?"
Pansy smirked and placed her hands on his chest. "Never, if you always react like that."
IV.
"Blasted mistletoe. Lucius, take this bloody plant down. I refuse to get stuck under it at every corner!" Draco could hear his uncle cursing at being held under the mistletoe until he kissed his wife, whom he was currently arguing with. He only chuckled and rounded the corner when he heard his father's voice float down the hallway, snapping at the house elves to remove it at once.
He continued down the long hallway and turned to walk into the drawing room when his feet stuck to the floor beneath him. He found himself cursing silently before his gaze landed on his girlfriend of three months standing less than a foot away, biting her bottom lip as she silently prayed that he wouldn't be upset at trapping him. Draco had been in a terrible mood as of late, with the ongoing war and being away from the Manor to complete task after task for Voldemort, and she never knew what to expect when she did something spontaneous like this.
"Hi," Asteria said shyly, placing a gentle hand on his arm. Draco only smiled at the gesture before glancing up at the mistletoe over the door. He concluded she must have been waiting at the entrance for him, hoping to sneak in a kiss before his mother called for him to stand with her at the door and greet the guests as they arrived.
Wrapping an arm around her waist to pull her flush against him, he replied with a kiss, not just the quick peck she was used to, but a real kiss. He pulled away seconds after she responded and stepped out from under the mistletoe, dragging her with him.
"Draco, where are we going?" She sounded breathless, so he slowed his steps so he was walking comfortable beside her as they made their way through the house.
"To the garden."
"Why? Your mother is going to be looking for-"
"She can greet the guests without me. I need a little time alone with my girlfriend. I think she can understand that."
Her usually pale skin flushed pink, which was quite a contrast to the strapless, dark green dress she wore. "I'm not so sure."
Draco just smiled in response, lacing his fingers with hers. He could feel her gaze on their hands, but he just tugged her out into frigid air and pulled her into another kiss... without the assistance of mistletoe.
V.
He was barely breathing when Hermione covered his lips with hers. They were in a room at Malfoy Manor that just happened to be on fire and she was kissing him. It didn't take long for his lips to move against hers, though, and he could taste the tears trickling down her cheeks. Draco jerked his head back to stare into her eyes and now he was wishing he hadn't. Desire, desperation, and resignation was not what he had expected to find.
"Draco," she whispered hoarsely. The smoke was thick in the air and the ash coating their throats made it hard to speak. An hour ago, Draco had led the Order into the manor and the place had been swarming with Death Eaters. After engaging in a few duels, a large portion of their bodies were scattered all over his childhood home.
"Don't say anything," he replied harshly, a fire in his eyes she hadn't seen since they were in school. "Stop trying to say goodbye. You are not going to die today." His whisper was fierce and it took her by surprise. She just leaned up and pressed another kiss, this one softer than the last, to his worried lips. Draco was promising things he had no control over. He always did that when he wasn't sure if things would end in his favor.
"There has to be a way out of here," he murmured over and over to himself. Hermione watched his face with eyes that were only half-open. She had lost a lot of blood, but with Draco's help, the flow was slowing down. He was sitting beside her with his shirt pressed over the wound on the back of her head, and was now rubbing a hand up and down her back in attempt to keep her calm. Hermione had a feeling it was more to comfort himself than her, because she was calm. She was calm when she should be panicking, which was making Draco lose the carefully collected exterior he usually had in place.
In an instant, a piece of the wall across from them collapsed and Lupin rushed in with four other Order members behind him. Small pieces of the ceiling were starting crumble and land in their hair, but it wasn't enough to catch anything on fire. Draco let out a breath he hadn't realized he had been holding when Lupin came toward them to help Draco carry Hermione to safety.
The next few hours were a blur of Apparating to Headquarters, being healed by Lupin, and having the faces of her friends swim in front of her eyes. It wasn't until Draco sat down beside her in the room she had claimed as her own at Grimmauld Place that she could breathe easily.
"Hi."
"I told you," he said, ignoring her greeting.
Hermione blinked at him, confused. "What?"
His eyes were intense when he finally met her gaze and his hand came to rest on top of hers. "I told you that you weren't going to die today."
FIN.
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Author: fallenmelody
Character: Draco (Narcissa, Tracey, Pansy, Asteria, Hermione)
Word Count & Rating: 1974, PG.
Disclaimer: Characters, the magical world, etc, is property of J. K. Rowling and Warner Bros, not me. No copyright infringement is intended. I'm just playing with Jo's toys in her sandbox.
Dedication: Written for peskywhistpaw at hp_fivethings!
Note: Thank you to my beta for looking this over for me! peskywhistpaw, I really hope that you enjoy this! I had a blast writing it. I know you didn't include all of these pairings (and I had to include a little Draco/Pansy, but not too much, as you asked), but I hope you like this nonetheless. Your prompts were amazing, so I think I'll be writing something else using one of those ideas over the summer.
Summary: Draco was promising things he had no control over. He always did that when he wasn't sure if things would end in his favor.
I.
The curtains billowed in the cool breeze of spring. A six-year-old Draco was standing in front of the open window, sniffing at the air as it blew past him. It smelled like grass (the house elves had just finished cleaning up the lawn) and gnome spray (It was that time of year again, his mother said). He was impatiently waiting for his father to arrive home from work so that he could begin flying on his new broom, a gift from his Aunt Bellatrix. At breakfast, Lucius had promised that they would start as soon as he got home that evening.
The sun was beginning to set and Draco had a sinking feeling. His father was going to break his word and spend another long night at the office. He let out a rather large sigh for such a little boy and quickly caught his mother's attention. Narcissa was seated on a black leather chair a few feet away, a hardcover book propped open on her lap.
"He'll be home soon, Draco." She smiled gently at him, her light blue eyes sparkling from the sun shining in her face. Narcissa knew her son had been waiting at the window, hoping Lucius would come home early, for over three hours and he had yet to show or send an owl about being late.
"No, he's not," he replied glumly, tapping his shoe against the spotless white wall beneath the window sill. "He never comes home when he says he will."
"Well I suppose there's a first time for everything, isn't there, son?" Lucius's voice boomed through the sitting room as he strolled in, his traveling cloak still hanging from his shoulders. His long blonde hair was pulled back into an elastic and his hand gripped his broom firmly.
"Father!" A grin stretched across Draco's face. "Can we go now? Please?" he added as he took a few eager steps toward his father. He watched Lucius lean down and press his lips softly to Narcissa's before nodding once. "Yes!" His fingers wrapped around the mahogany handle of his broom and he pressed a quick kiss to his mother's surprised lips before racing out the front door, his father silently chuckling at his excitement. Lucius glanced back to see Narcissa stand up and move toward the window, smiling at Draco, who was now hopping up and down on the freshly manicured lawn.
There were some things Lucius never grew tired of, like seeing his son steal a kiss from his mother, because it never failed to catch her off guard. The shocked expression that graced her usually stiff features was one he had come to enjoy. The relationship between his wife and their son was one he envied, but if anyone asked, he would never admit it. He knew that his son looked up to him, because Lucius was his father. When it came to Narcissa, he knew that Draco loved her, not just because she was his mother, but because she did everything for him: read him stories before bed, took him to Diagon Alley for new toys, adored him before she even knew he existed.
Tired of waiting for his father, Draco straddled his broom and jerked forward, nearly falling off. He heard Narcissa gasp and then break out into uncontrollable laughter, causing Draco to grin sheepishly at at her through the window.
Yes, there were some things Lucius never tired of: his son's smile, his wife's laugh, the smell of a freshly polished broom. But this, the innocent moment between Narcissa and Draco that he was fortunate enough to see, was certainly what he loved most.
II.
Draco Malfoy was never nervous. He was confident, cocky, bold, and the most brilliant actor anyone had ever met. There had yet to be a moment when he let his guard down and allowed anyone to see that he was nervous or scared. No, he wouldn't be letting anyone into his heart enough to see him when he was vulnerable until much later in his life.
The giant squid was doing laps across the lake and Draco was standing near the edge, watching intently. He was thirteen years old and he had just admitted to fancying Tracey, an older girl in his house at Hogwarts. He hadn't seen her face when he told his friends, but he knew she had been listening. Crabbe and Goyle both smiled at him approvingly and the infamous Malfoy smirk made its way onto his lips.
"Malfoy?" A high-pitched, girly voice broke his reverie. Draco whipped around to see Tracey walking toward him, her eyes glowing in a way only a Slytherin's could. She stopped a few feet from him, her fingers knotting together in front of her. "I... I just wanted to say that I, um, overheard what you were saying earlier and I'm very, uh, flattered and I-I sort of fancy you as well."
There was a grin threatening to break through, but before he let it ruin his calm exterior, he leaned into her, one of his hands cupping her cheek while the other rested on her back, and kissed her. He knew he'd taken her by surprise, but that was what he did best. Draco Malfoy was always full of the unexpected. It took her a moment to register that he was kissing her, but when she did, her arms wrapped around his neck and she moved her full lips against his.
III.
"I'm not an idiot! I saw you looking at her. If you want to break up with me, then just do it already! I'd rather not watch you stare at the legs of Daphne Greengrass all year. It'll make me sick!"
"You're being absurd! You're just trying to pick a fight with me. I couldn't care less about Greengrass or her legs!"
"That's an insult to my intelligence! I saw you-"
Draco let out an annoyed grunt and grabbed her arm, pulling her into an empty corridor. They were almost to the dungeons, but he'd had enough of her yelling. So, he did the only thing he knew would keep her from going on about him staring at other girls, which he most certainly was not. He pushed her back to the cold stone and pressed his lips hungrily to hers, his hands flat against the wall on either side of her.
After a moment, he pulled away, his eyes burning brightly in the dimly lit corridor. "When are you going to learn to just shut up?"
Pansy smirked and placed her hands on his chest. "Never, if you always react like that."
IV.
"Blasted mistletoe. Lucius, take this bloody plant down. I refuse to get stuck under it at every corner!" Draco could hear his uncle cursing at being held under the mistletoe until he kissed his wife, whom he was currently arguing with. He only chuckled and rounded the corner when he heard his father's voice float down the hallway, snapping at the house elves to remove it at once.
He continued down the long hallway and turned to walk into the drawing room when his feet stuck to the floor beneath him. He found himself cursing silently before his gaze landed on his girlfriend of three months standing less than a foot away, biting her bottom lip as she silently prayed that he wouldn't be upset at trapping him. Draco had been in a terrible mood as of late, with the ongoing war and being away from the Manor to complete task after task for Voldemort, and she never knew what to expect when she did something spontaneous like this.
"Hi," Asteria said shyly, placing a gentle hand on his arm. Draco only smiled at the gesture before glancing up at the mistletoe over the door. He concluded she must have been waiting at the entrance for him, hoping to sneak in a kiss before his mother called for him to stand with her at the door and greet the guests as they arrived.
Wrapping an arm around her waist to pull her flush against him, he replied with a kiss, not just the quick peck she was used to, but a real kiss. He pulled away seconds after she responded and stepped out from under the mistletoe, dragging her with him.
"Draco, where are we going?" She sounded breathless, so he slowed his steps so he was walking comfortable beside her as they made their way through the house.
"To the garden."
"Why? Your mother is going to be looking for-"
"She can greet the guests without me. I need a little time alone with my girlfriend. I think she can understand that."
Her usually pale skin flushed pink, which was quite a contrast to the strapless, dark green dress she wore. "I'm not so sure."
Draco just smiled in response, lacing his fingers with hers. He could feel her gaze on their hands, but he just tugged her out into frigid air and pulled her into another kiss... without the assistance of mistletoe.
V.
He was barely breathing when Hermione covered his lips with hers. They were in a room at Malfoy Manor that just happened to be on fire and she was kissing him. It didn't take long for his lips to move against hers, though, and he could taste the tears trickling down her cheeks. Draco jerked his head back to stare into her eyes and now he was wishing he hadn't. Desire, desperation, and resignation was not what he had expected to find.
"Draco," she whispered hoarsely. The smoke was thick in the air and the ash coating their throats made it hard to speak. An hour ago, Draco had led the Order into the manor and the place had been swarming with Death Eaters. After engaging in a few duels, a large portion of their bodies were scattered all over his childhood home.
"Don't say anything," he replied harshly, a fire in his eyes she hadn't seen since they were in school. "Stop trying to say goodbye. You are not going to die today." His whisper was fierce and it took her by surprise. She just leaned up and pressed another kiss, this one softer than the last, to his worried lips. Draco was promising things he had no control over. He always did that when he wasn't sure if things would end in his favor.
"There has to be a way out of here," he murmured over and over to himself. Hermione watched his face with eyes that were only half-open. She had lost a lot of blood, but with Draco's help, the flow was slowing down. He was sitting beside her with his shirt pressed over the wound on the back of her head, and was now rubbing a hand up and down her back in attempt to keep her calm. Hermione had a feeling it was more to comfort himself than her, because she was calm. She was calm when she should be panicking, which was making Draco lose the carefully collected exterior he usually had in place.
In an instant, a piece of the wall across from them collapsed and Lupin rushed in with four other Order members behind him. Small pieces of the ceiling were starting crumble and land in their hair, but it wasn't enough to catch anything on fire. Draco let out a breath he hadn't realized he had been holding when Lupin came toward them to help Draco carry Hermione to safety.
The next few hours were a blur of Apparating to Headquarters, being healed by Lupin, and having the faces of her friends swim in front of her eyes. It wasn't until Draco sat down beside her in the room she had claimed as her own at Grimmauld Place that she could breathe easily.
"Hi."
"I told you," he said, ignoring her greeting.
Hermione blinked at him, confused. "What?"
His eyes were intense when he finally met her gaze and his hand came to rest on top of hers. "I told you that you weren't going to die today."
FIN.
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