Perhaps he’d been wrong. Granger was not a miracle.
Perhaps he’d been wrong. Granger was not a miracle.
Granger turned to him, a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. “Care to explain?”
Draco winced. “I need a favour.”
Granger turned to him, a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. “Care to explain?”
Draco winced. “I need a favour.”
There was a curious blush on Granger’s cheeks. Was she…flushed?
There was a curious blush on Granger’s cheeks. Was she…flushed?
A polite cough sounded behind them and they broke apart. He exchanged an almost guilty glance with Granger.
A polite cough sounded behind them and they broke apart. He exchanged an almost guilty glance with Granger.
Then, Granger opened her mouth and slid her tongue against the seam of his lips.
Then, Granger opened her mouth and slid her tongue against the seam of his lips.
He pulled back enough to kiss her. It was far softer than the kiss she had accosted on him at the Ministry gala.
He pulled back enough to kiss her. It was far softer than the kiss she had accosted on him at the Ministry gala.
“Hermione,” he said loudly so Pansy could hear. “I’ve been looking for you.”
Granger looked up. “Malfoy, what-“
“Hermione,” he said loudly so Pansy could hear. “I’ve been looking for you.”
Granger looked up. “Malfoy, what-“
Pansy raised a sharp eyebrow. “Who?”
“Gra-Hermione. I’m dating Hermione.”
Pansy’s eyes swiveled between Draco and Granger who had yet to look in their direction, disbelief already coloring her face.
Pansy raised a sharp eyebrow. “Who?”
“Gra-Hermione. I’m dating Hermione.”
Pansy’s eyes swiveled between Draco and Granger who had yet to look in their direction, disbelief already coloring her face.
one’s home at the tender age of 17 meant Draco had long since stopped believing in miracles. But, the sight of Granger stalking down the hallway towards them, her arms full of file folders, felt a bit like a miracle.
one’s home at the tender age of 17 meant Draco had long since stopped believing in miracles. But, the sight of Granger stalking down the hallway towards them, her arms full of file folders, felt a bit like a miracle.
“Pansy, I’m not going out with one of your friends.”
“Give me one reason why you can’t,” Pansy said. “Just one, legitimate reason-“
“Pansy, I’m not going out with one of your friends.”
“Give me one reason why you can’t,” Pansy said. “Just one, legitimate reason-“
Pansy shrugged. “So Camilla ended up stealing some family jewels. Big deal, I’ve seen your vault.”
“Again, I’ll pass,” Draco said.
Pansy shrugged. “So Camilla ended up stealing some family jewels. Big deal, I’ve seen your vault.”
“Again, I’ll pass,” Draco said.
“I’d give that performance an A, maybe an E if I was feeling generous,” he said. He gently pushed her hips back so they were no longer touching. “Better luck next time,” he said with a wink.
“I’d give that performance an A, maybe an E if I was feeling generous,” he said. He gently pushed her hips back so they were no longer touching. “Better luck next time,” he said with a wink.
Draco was distracted, trying to find a way to unbutton her blouse. He nipped at her throat. “Admit what?”
“I’m a good kisser.”
He pulled back slightly and tried to hide his frown. He’d issued a challenge earlier.
Draco was distracted, trying to find a way to unbutton her blouse. He nipped at her throat. “Admit what?”
“I’m a good kisser.”
He pulled back slightly and tried to hide his frown. He’d issued a challenge earlier.
She shifted, her body grinding into his. He slid his hands down the contours of the arse and squeezed.
She shifted, her body grinding into his. He slid his hands down the contours of the arse and squeezed.
The kiss was hard and fast, open mouths and tongue.
The kiss was hard and fast, open mouths and tongue.
“Can I help you?” he drawled.
He wasn’t sure who moved first.
“Can I help you?” he drawled.
He wasn’t sure who moved first.
“Malfoy!”
He turned to face her. “That is my name, thank you—
Granger grabbed him by the arm and nearly hauled him down an alley. When she stopped, she pressed a finger to his chest.
“Malfoy!”
He turned to face her. “That is my name, thank you—
Granger grabbed him by the arm and nearly hauled him down an alley. When she stopped, she pressed a finger to his chest.
“Hm. Doubtful,” he said and finished his drink. He placed coins on the bar to pay and smirked at her for good measure. “See you, Granger.”
“Hm. Doubtful,” he said and finished his drink. He placed coins on the bar to pay and smirked at her for good measure. “See you, Granger.”