What If We Were Made For Each Other? (Draco/Hermione)
Title: What If We Were Made For Each Other?
Author: sarahyyy
Rating: PG
Character/Pairing: Draco/Hermione
Word Count: 999
Disclaimer: I do not, in any way, own anything.
Prompt: gryff_slytherin requested over at my "Alphabet Prompt Meme" for Draco/Hermione with the prompt gambling. It was going to be a short drabble but it ended up writing itself. XD
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Draco sighed and griped her wrist before she could leave the room. “Don’t go, Granger. You can’t walk away every time we have an argument.”
Hermione turned to look at Draco with incredulity. “Don’t you get it? We have to stop this…this thing between us! I’m marrying Ron in June.”
“You aren’t,” Draco said lowly and Hermione had to bite on her lip softly -startled, touched, upset, amused, she didn’t really know anymore since he had the stark ability to render her emotions jumbled- at the stark convincement in his voice, “You aren’t going to marry him because you can’t”
Hermione’s fists clenched in anger. How dare he assume that he knew what she could or couldn’t do?
“Don’t tell me what I can’t do,” she hissed softly at him.
Her let go of her wrists abruptly to pick up a chair near them before placing it in the middle of the large hotel room.
“Let’s play a game then, Granger,” she knew him well enough to know that his cheery tone was a mask for his anger, “It’s a mind-reading game. Here’s how it works. I read your mind without the help of Legilimency. If what I say is wrong, you take one step back…towards the doorway. I what I say is right, you take one step forwards towards the chair. If you reach the chair, you sit down. If you reach the door, you can go. Are you up for it, Granger?”
She glared at him. “I don’t have the time to deal with you right now, Malfoy.”
“Running into Weasley’s arms already?” Draco sneered, “Or are you just scared to listen to what I have to say?”
“Fine,” Hermione snapped, turning away from his eyes, “I’ll play your game. Read my mind, Malfoy.”
“Let’s start with the easy ones, shall we? You never meant for our one-night stand to turn into something more,” he said slowly, turning her head over to face him so that he could look straight into her eyes.
She snorted a laugh but took a step towards the chair anyway. Draco let his lips tip up in a wry smile.
“But you ended up enjoying yourself with me anyway,” he said with a small smile, “Isn’t that so?”
Again, she took a step towards the chair. “I’m beginning to think this game should be called ‘State Obvious Facts’ instead,” she said dryly.
He chuckled. “I know you watch me sometimes when you think that I’m asleep,” she took a step forwards, “And I know that I’m the highlight of your weekends after a long week at work.”
She took a step backwards towards the door. “Egotistical as usual, I see…”
“This game only works if you’re being truthful, Granger,” he said whilst giving her a mocking look.
“I am being truthful,” she insisted, shrugging.
He shook his head and hid a smile. “I know that you enjoy my sarcasm more than you let out and you often wish that there were more people who spoke like me.”
Grudgingly, she stepped forward.
“I know that two months ago when we were in Italy, you had a life-changing epiphany about me and this thing we have together,” he watched her as she stilled, “And I know that right after that you tried to distance yourself from me.”
She bit her lower lip but remained where she was standing.
“The game, Granger,” he prodded, “Walk.”
Two steps.
Forward.
“I know that you called Weasley as soon as you came back to London. I know that you asked him out. I know that’s why you refused to go to Greece with me,” he moved closer to her, “And I know why you did all that, Granger.”
“Malfoy-”
He shushed her. “Don’t. Let me finish.”
“I-” she started but he placed a finger on her lips to stop her.
“I know that you think of me when you’re with him and you feel bad about it. I know that when he asked you to marry him, you were shocked but you accepted anyway because you know people think that you are both ‘meant to be’. I know that I don’t give shit about what people think and I know that you don’t love him.”
“Please stop,” she pleaded weakly.
“I know why you can’t marry him and I know why you don’t love him,” he murmured firmly, pulling her flush against him, “The question is, Granger, do you?”
He felt rather than saw her nod.
“Say it, Granger, I want to hear it.”
Her hand moved up to cup his face and he leaned into her touch. “I think I’m in love with you.”
“Only think?” he teased with a smile.
She swatted his hand playfully. “Don’t push it, Malfoy,” she managed to get out before his lips met hers, devouring and teasing. When he pulled away to rain light kisses down her throat, she suddenly gasped, “Ron! How do I tell Ron?”
“Easy,” Draco smirked, “I took the liberty of informing him on your behalf already. As we speak, I believe he is in midst of figuring out how to disable the wards to your apartment.”
Scandalized, Hermione gaped. “Malfoy!”
“You had to tell him one way or another,” Draco shrugged, “I took care of it for you.”
“But you couldn’t have known-” she trailed off, caught for words, “I could have still decided to marry Ron!”
“What can I say?” Draco’s lips tipped up in a predatory smirk, “I like a good gamble. And it all worked out, no? Since you’re in my arms now and we have a Portkey to France in about an hour.”
“Who said I was going to France with you?” Hermione was still a little peeved that Draco had taken things into his own hands.
“How else are we supposed to get married?”
Hermione gaped. She tried to speak but no words would come out.
Draco laughed and pulled her towards him. It was time to kiss her into acquiescence.
Author: sarahyyy
Rating: PG
Character/Pairing: Draco/Hermione
Word Count: 999
Disclaimer: I do not, in any way, own anything.
Prompt: gryff_slytherin requested over at my "Alphabet Prompt Meme" for Draco/Hermione with the prompt gambling. It was going to be a short drabble but it ended up writing itself. XD
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Draco sighed and griped her wrist before she could leave the room. “Don’t go, Granger. You can’t walk away every time we have an argument.”
Hermione turned to look at Draco with incredulity. “Don’t you get it? We have to stop this…this thing between us! I’m marrying Ron in June.”
“You aren’t,” Draco said lowly and Hermione had to bite on her lip softly -startled, touched, upset, amused, she didn’t really know anymore since he had the stark ability to render her emotions jumbled- at the stark convincement in his voice, “You aren’t going to marry him because you can’t”
Hermione’s fists clenched in anger. How dare he assume that he knew what she could or couldn’t do?
“Don’t tell me what I can’t do,” she hissed softly at him.
Her let go of her wrists abruptly to pick up a chair near them before placing it in the middle of the large hotel room.
“Let’s play a game then, Granger,” she knew him well enough to know that his cheery tone was a mask for his anger, “It’s a mind-reading game. Here’s how it works. I read your mind without the help of Legilimency. If what I say is wrong, you take one step back…towards the doorway. I what I say is right, you take one step forwards towards the chair. If you reach the chair, you sit down. If you reach the door, you can go. Are you up for it, Granger?”
She glared at him. “I don’t have the time to deal with you right now, Malfoy.”
“Running into Weasley’s arms already?” Draco sneered, “Or are you just scared to listen to what I have to say?”
“Fine,” Hermione snapped, turning away from his eyes, “I’ll play your game. Read my mind, Malfoy.”
“Let’s start with the easy ones, shall we? You never meant for our one-night stand to turn into something more,” he said slowly, turning her head over to face him so that he could look straight into her eyes.
She snorted a laugh but took a step towards the chair anyway. Draco let his lips tip up in a wry smile.
“But you ended up enjoying yourself with me anyway,” he said with a small smile, “Isn’t that so?”
Again, she took a step towards the chair. “I’m beginning to think this game should be called ‘State Obvious Facts’ instead,” she said dryly.
He chuckled. “I know you watch me sometimes when you think that I’m asleep,” she took a step forwards, “And I know that I’m the highlight of your weekends after a long week at work.”
She took a step backwards towards the door. “Egotistical as usual, I see…”
“This game only works if you’re being truthful, Granger,” he said whilst giving her a mocking look.
“I am being truthful,” she insisted, shrugging.
He shook his head and hid a smile. “I know that you enjoy my sarcasm more than you let out and you often wish that there were more people who spoke like me.”
Grudgingly, she stepped forward.
“I know that two months ago when we were in Italy, you had a life-changing epiphany about me and this thing we have together,” he watched her as she stilled, “And I know that right after that you tried to distance yourself from me.”
She bit her lower lip but remained where she was standing.
“The game, Granger,” he prodded, “Walk.”
Two steps.
Forward.
“I know that you called Weasley as soon as you came back to London. I know that you asked him out. I know that’s why you refused to go to Greece with me,” he moved closer to her, “And I know why you did all that, Granger.”
“Malfoy-”
He shushed her. “Don’t. Let me finish.”
“I-” she started but he placed a finger on her lips to stop her.
“I know that you think of me when you’re with him and you feel bad about it. I know that when he asked you to marry him, you were shocked but you accepted anyway because you know people think that you are both ‘meant to be’. I know that I don’t give shit about what people think and I know that you don’t love him.”
“Please stop,” she pleaded weakly.
“I know why you can’t marry him and I know why you don’t love him,” he murmured firmly, pulling her flush against him, “The question is, Granger, do you?”
He felt rather than saw her nod.
“Say it, Granger, I want to hear it.”
Her hand moved up to cup his face and he leaned into her touch. “I think I’m in love with you.”
“Only think?” he teased with a smile.
She swatted his hand playfully. “Don’t push it, Malfoy,” she managed to get out before his lips met hers, devouring and teasing. When he pulled away to rain light kisses down her throat, she suddenly gasped, “Ron! How do I tell Ron?”
“Easy,” Draco smirked, “I took the liberty of informing him on your behalf already. As we speak, I believe he is in midst of figuring out how to disable the wards to your apartment.”
Scandalized, Hermione gaped. “Malfoy!”
“You had to tell him one way or another,” Draco shrugged, “I took care of it for you.”
“But you couldn’t have known-” she trailed off, caught for words, “I could have still decided to marry Ron!”
“What can I say?” Draco’s lips tipped up in a predatory smirk, “I like a good gamble. And it all worked out, no? Since you’re in my arms now and we have a Portkey to France in about an hour.”
“Who said I was going to France with you?” Hermione was still a little peeved that Draco had taken things into his own hands.
“How else are we supposed to get married?”
Hermione gaped. She tried to speak but no words would come out.
Draco laughed and pulled her towards him. It was time to kiss her into acquiescence.