His pace steady. His doubts quelled.
Undaunted.
Unflinching.
Unsolved.
///
His pace steady. His doubts quelled.
Undaunted.
Unflinching.
Unsolved.
///
She wants to think he did know what was going to happen. And that he went into that room willingly, because it was the only way to atone for everything he'd done.
Hermione wants to think she loved a good man.
She wants to think he did know what was going to happen. And that he went into that room willingly, because it was the only way to atone for everything he'd done.
Hermione wants to think she loved a good man.
She's used to always being the one with the answers. But when she watches him falter again, the same question she once asked him resurfaces.
'Don't you ever think you're on the wrong side?'
Draco stops. He looks towards her. He swallows.
She's used to always being the one with the answers. But when she watches him falter again, the same question she once asked him resurfaces.
'Don't you ever think you're on the wrong side?'
Draco stops. He looks towards her. He swallows.
Draco swallows. Then he turns and walks through the wooden door on his right.
The memory starts again.
She has other memories of him. Hundreds, some even happy.
Draco swallows. Then he turns and walks through the wooden door on his right.
The memory starts again.
She has other memories of him. Hundreds, some even happy.
Except he doubted.
He stopped and for a heart-stopping second, he looked right at her.
Except he doubted.
He stopped and for a heart-stopping second, he looked right at her.
His name was not on that list.
Later, she found out it was due to something as mundane as a shift reassignment.
She wanted to laugh. Shift reassignments for executions.
The banality of evil.
His name was not on that list.
Later, she found out it was due to something as mundane as a shift reassignment.
She wanted to laugh. Shift reassignments for executions.
The banality of evil.
Every time she revisits the memory, she wonders.
'Why did you stop?' she whispers, staring at his beautiful face, frozen in time. 'Did you know?'
The funny thing is, he wasn't even supposed to be there.
Every time she revisits the memory, she wonders.
'Why did you stop?' she whispers, staring at his beautiful face, frozen in time. 'Did you know?'
The funny thing is, he wasn't even supposed to be there.
Hermione shivers.
"Yes," she swallows. "A one time thing."
"Let's not hurry then," he says, running his thumb over her lower lip. "I want to take my time with you."
-
-
Turns out, it was not a one time thing.
///
Hermione shivers.
"Yes," she swallows. "A one time thing."
"Let's not hurry then," he says, running his thumb over her lower lip. "I want to take my time with you."
-
-
Turns out, it was not a one time thing.
///
"After you." He says, much softer than before, much less performative.
They're alone now, and the way he's looking at her is anything but smug.
"A one time thing, huh?" He murmurs,
"After you." He says, much softer than before, much less performative.
They're alone now, and the way he's looking at her is anything but smug.
"A one time thing, huh?" He murmurs,
He wasn't lying. He really has thought about it.
He wasn't lying. He really has thought about it.
"Fuck." He mutters when she pulls away, eyes darkened with desire.
The doors open and Hermione nods at the empty hallway.
"Lead the way."
"Fuck." He mutters when she pulls away, eyes darkened with desire.
The doors open and Hermione nods at the empty hallway.
"Lead the way."
He shrugs.
"I did that an hour ago while you were in the bathroom."
She snaps her head towards him as they get into the elevator.
He's still smirking at her.
Arrogant. Rude. Selfish. Manipulative. Mean.
Fucking hot.
He shrugs.
"I did that an hour ago while you were in the bathroom."
She snaps her head towards him as they get into the elevator.
He's still smirking at her.
Arrogant. Rude. Selfish. Manipulative. Mean.
Fucking hot.
"A one time thing." He nods, placing his hand on the small of her back to guide her towards the elevators.
The benefits of drinking at a bar in a hotel.
"A one time thing." He nods, placing his hand on the small of her back to guide her towards the elevators.
The benefits of drinking at a bar in a hotel.
"Sure," Draco says, already opening his wallet and leaving an absurd amount of bills on the table without even looking.
"I mean it, Draco," Hermione says. "This is a one time thing."
"Sure," Draco says, already opening his wallet and leaving an absurd amount of bills on the table without even looking.
"I mean it, Draco," Hermione says. "This is a one time thing."
"You... Are one year younger than me."
Draco smirks, leaning closer to her until their shoulders touch.
"And you... Are running out of excuses."
Hermione exhales.
She stares at her drink and finishes it in one gulp.
"Okay," she says, voice rough from the alcohol. "One night.
"You... Are one year younger than me."
Draco smirks, leaning closer to her until their shoulders touch.
"And you... Are running out of excuses."
Hermione exhales.
She stares at her drink and finishes it in one gulp.
"Okay," she says, voice rough from the alcohol. "One night.
"Oh, Hermione... You have no idea."
She takes a sharp inhale.
"And why are you so sure I want you?"
"Because you do."
"Do I? Let's see; you're arrogant—"
"Confident."
"Rude."
"Direct."
"Selfish."
"Ambitious."
"Manipulative."
"Cunning."
"Mean."
"Funny."
"Oh, Hermione... You have no idea."
She takes a sharp inhale.
"And why are you so sure I want you?"
"Because you do."
"Do I? Let's see; you're arrogant—"
"Confident."
"Rude."
"Direct."
"Selfish."
"Ambitious."
"Manipulative."
"Cunning."
"Mean."
"Funny."
She stares at him, biting her lip.
"We're name partners in our firms. Things can get really messy."
"Things are always messy. At least this mess would be worth it."
She considers him carefully.
She stares at him, biting her lip.
"We're name partners in our firms. Things can get really messy."
"Things are always messy. At least this mess would be worth it."
She considers him carefully.
He makes a show of taking out his phone and firing a quick text.
"There. Done."
She blinks at him, unimpressed.
"Did you just break up with her over text?"
"Nope," he replies, nodding in thanks at the bartender after he brings them their
He makes a show of taking out his phone and firing a quick text.
"There. Done."
She blinks at him, unimpressed.
"Did you just break up with her over text?"
"Nope," he replies, nodding in thanks at the bartender after he brings them their
"Yes," He nods, signaling the bartender for another round. "We work /very well/ together. So one has to wonder what else we may do well together."
She huffs, vaguely amused.
"We are... Involved with other people."
"You're getting a divorce," Draco points out.
"Yes," He nods, signaling the bartender for another round. "We work /very well/ together. So one has to wonder what else we may do well together."
She huffs, vaguely amused.
"We are... Involved with other people."
"You're getting a divorce," Draco points out.
"You are an idiot." She says, but she's smiling.
"Come on, I sound just like him."
"You wish."
They keep arguing about it on their way to the coffee shop, and by the time they finally get there, neither of them remember when they started holding hands.
///
"You are an idiot." She says, but she's smiling.
"Come on, I sound just like him."
"You wish."
They keep arguing about it on their way to the coffee shop, and by the time they finally get there, neither of them remember when they started holding hands.
///
She stops walking too and looks up at him, vaguely nervous.
"Yes?"
"It's because... You're my girl! Love, you will always be my girl!" Draco cries theatrically.
She stops walking too and looks up at him, vaguely nervous.
"Yes?"
"It's because... You're my girl! Love, you will always be my girl!" Draco cries theatrically.