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Was working on these before my vacation, so I could come back with this after my claim.
Title: No One's Laughing
Author: dirtyxemoxkid
Rating: T
Prompt Set: 100.1
Prompt: Laugh (#18)
Word Count: 370
Summary: Draco jokes with Hermione for too long.
Warnings: none.
Notes: none.
He loved her laugh. The way her face lit up and her nose would wrinkle and she'd kick and flail all over the place. He did nearly anything to make her laugh. He'd crack sarcastic smiles, make funny faces, and even tickle her. That was one thing she didn't like, being tickled. She also didn't like how Draco acted so carefree.
"We'll never last long if you're always making jokes." She told him sternly, crossing her arms. But he'd say, "Nonsense, you silly witch." And tickle her to oblivion and back, by then she'd forget. And then they would fall asleep, Draco to her heartbeat and Hermione from being worn out. His merciless tickling was often tiresome.
The next morning, Draco cracked another comment. Hermione laughed, almost automatically, but walked over and wrapped her arms around his waist and looked up. "Oh Draco, I wish you would stop that." She told him, but then he'd pick her up and take her to his room, only to tickle her, then let her go.
"Draco, cut it out! We can't joke all of our lives." She insisted, but the blonde had taken that to mean playfulness and continued his tirade of silliness, tickling her, making funny faces, and saying stupid things just to get her to smile, then he knew for certain she would laugh.
And then, she said, "Please, be serious! I can't stand this anymore!" But Draco didn't take this to mean anything. He had always been playful towards her and she towards him; he thought it yet another sign. But Draco confessed to her, "Hermione, it's always so pleasant to hear you laugh!"
It was pleasant to hear her laugh to him. She laughed when he made faces at his work or at something she said. She laughed when he tickled her, but it was unvoluntary. She laughed when he said sarcastic things. He thought she was going to laugh and say, "How do you like that?" and continue on with her day.
But she decided not to take him seriously. "I don't know if that's a joke or not, Draco Malfoy. Goodbye." She said plainly. And she left, the door hanging wide open. No one was laughing then.
Title: Yield Not to Temptation
Author: dirtyxemoxkid
Rating: T
Prompt Set: 100.1
Prompt: Temptation (#32)
Word Count: 250
Summary: Hermione thinks about temptation and a certain Slytherin.
Warnings: none.
Notes: none.
Draco Malfoy. That one name brought her to her senses. It was the name that made her coil with hatred, yet want him in the same pace. There was just something about the Slytherin boy's presence to Hermione that made him tempting. And she couldn't stand it.
She didn't like temptation; rarely did it best her, but in a time like this. Draco bloody Malfoy, she'd tell herself, I can't be thinking these things! But then she'd tell herself that she couldn't help it and let the thoughts pour over her again like a tidal wave of temptation. If the bloody wanker walked up to her this second and demanded her to shred her Hogwarts: A History text, she surely would, hardcover and all.
That was it. Why in the hell would she shred a text that she treasured more than life for a spineless ferret such as himself? Okay, so said spineless ferret was bloody hot, but that was not enough of a reason for Hermione. Because Draco Malfoy was tempting and she would do anything he told her to, that's why. And somehow, that thought seemed as if the blonde himself implanted it into her head, because she couldn't find a logical thing to stick behind it--but maybe, perhaps, Draco Malfoy.
Yield not to temptation, said the Bible. But Hermione wasn't exactly yielding to it, she was running out in front.
Title: Music
Author: dirtyxemoxkid
Rating: T
Prompt Set: 100.1
Prompt: Music (#54)
Word Count: 164
Summary: 'The Gryffindor would hum something called "A Sweet Lullaby" and the Slytheirn would head bang to "The Dark Tune of Death." Opposites attract; but it's different in music.'
Warnings: none.
Notes: none.
Music was her. Music described her mood, what she wanted to do, what would make her happy, and what would keep her happy. There was no Hermione without music and there was no Draco without Hermione, meaning there was no Draco without music. They were music together.
Hermione was more classical as Draco was a heavy metal. You could find the girl nearing a piano, but the boy strumming a guitar. The Gryffindor would hum something called 'A Sweet Lullaby' and the Slytherin would headbang to 'The Dark Tune of Death.' Opposites attract; but it's different in music.
The two were a melody; mixing and matching and trying new things. They were a new sound, of calmness and chaos; of destruction and salvation. It was like heaven and hell in one entire song. It was something melodious; they would sound together. Together, they were poison, appearing to be pretty and safe, yet destroying you from the inside out.
That's just how the music played.
Title: Smirking
Author: dirtyxemoxkid
Rating: T
Prompt Set: 100.1
Prompt: Smirk (#62)
Word Count: 382
Summary: Hermione wonders about Draco Malfoy's smirk.
Warnings: none.
Notes: none.
Oh, how she hated it. "Stop smirking, Malfoy." She'd ask him, but she already knew before he started the blasted action that he wasn't going to stop until he was good and ready, which wasn't promising much on Hermione's part. Ever since she had started the school, she recognized his smirk. It was his trademark expression; you rarely caught Draco Malfoy smiling in the hallway, he was always giving someone his derisive smirk and scaring them away.
"Oh shut up, Malfoy." She'd tell him and he'd smirk at her, which infuriated her more than what he had sad, whether it be another insult or the word, "Mudblood," leaving his mouth again. She couldn't stand that about him. The stupid smirk he wore. His father wore the very smirk when she saw him with Draco. "It must be hereditary," she told him, "does your mother smirk as well?" He simply smirked and tapped her cheek cutely. "Does it irk you, Granger?" What irked her was how he could talk while smirking.
And after he found out that she couldn't stand his smirking? He walked around and smirked more often. Even in the Great Hall, she looked up and there he was, smirking at her. She wanted to throw her fork at him. There was not a time that Hermione could think of where the blonde Slytherin didn't smirk. She thought about it a lot, yet she couldn't think of one.
While she passed him in the hall, by himself, smirking at her, it hit her. The one and only time that Draco Malfoy couldn't smirk. But, of course, it was only a theory. So, she called out, "Malfoy, come here!" and he smirked at her all of the way over. So, to test her theory; and only to test her theory, she kissed him. The blonde looked at her afterwards with a shocked face and she thought, ha, no smirk. But then the blonde boy kissed her back and walked off.
And when she saw him across the Great Hall, he made a kissy-face at her. "Damnit," She said, "I wish he would go back to that smirk."
Title: Rebellious Streak
Author: dirtyxemoxkid
Rating: T
Prompt Set: 100.1
Prompt: Rebellion (#72)
Word Count: 314
Summary: Draco thinks about rebellious Gryffindors.
Warnings: none.
Notes: none.
It made her so hard to attain. It made his father hate him. It made Gryffindors the bane of his existence. What the hell was going through the young Malfoy's head? One word. Rebellion. Rebelliousness made him angry. It made him want to scream and shout and throw things around. Just agree, he told himself, but he could never bring himself to agree with anything his father said.
That's why they clicked. Hell, they argued all the time because they never listened to one another. His friends often said, "You two need counseling," and he'd reply, "Hell, we need hearing aids." That's why they were together, because they didn't listen. It was like an opposite day. "Don't you dare!" She'd shout angrily, but Draco would do it anyway. "If you touch that..." Draco seethed, but the crazy brunette would touch it anyway.
It didn't bother him. It was natural for them. They both didn't listen, managed to fuck everything up, and then fix it in one stroke, and then they'd fuck it up again. It was all right, Draco mused, he didn't expect it anyway. That was it, with those Gryffindors. They were just rebellious. Slytherins weren't rebellious, they just didn't listen to Gryffindors.
And how could Slytherins listen to rebellious Gryffindors? If someone told them something to better them, they'd rebel against it, and if Slytherins listened, they'd all fall. But, Draco remembered, everyone listens to Gryffindors, which is why Slytherin is misunderstood. Gryffindors are too rebellious. But then, if they were, he was as rebellious as they were; the only thing separating him from that house was his last name and his penchant for evil. Hell, if Draco could have, he would have made himself get sorted into Gryffindor.
It was that damn rebellious streak.
Title: No One's Laughing
Author: dirtyxemoxkid
Rating: T
Prompt Set: 100.1
Prompt: Laugh (#18)
Word Count: 370
Summary: Draco jokes with Hermione for too long.
Warnings: none.
Notes: none.
He loved her laugh. The way her face lit up and her nose would wrinkle and she'd kick and flail all over the place. He did nearly anything to make her laugh. He'd crack sarcastic smiles, make funny faces, and even tickle her. That was one thing she didn't like, being tickled. She also didn't like how Draco acted so carefree.
"We'll never last long if you're always making jokes." She told him sternly, crossing her arms. But he'd say, "Nonsense, you silly witch." And tickle her to oblivion and back, by then she'd forget. And then they would fall asleep, Draco to her heartbeat and Hermione from being worn out. His merciless tickling was often tiresome.
The next morning, Draco cracked another comment. Hermione laughed, almost automatically, but walked over and wrapped her arms around his waist and looked up. "Oh Draco, I wish you would stop that." She told him, but then he'd pick her up and take her to his room, only to tickle her, then let her go.
"Draco, cut it out! We can't joke all of our lives." She insisted, but the blonde had taken that to mean playfulness and continued his tirade of silliness, tickling her, making funny faces, and saying stupid things just to get her to smile, then he knew for certain she would laugh.
And then, she said, "Please, be serious! I can't stand this anymore!" But Draco didn't take this to mean anything. He had always been playful towards her and she towards him; he thought it yet another sign. But Draco confessed to her, "Hermione, it's always so pleasant to hear you laugh!"
It was pleasant to hear her laugh to him. She laughed when he made faces at his work or at something she said. She laughed when he tickled her, but it was unvoluntary. She laughed when he said sarcastic things. He thought she was going to laugh and say, "How do you like that?" and continue on with her day.
But she decided not to take him seriously. "I don't know if that's a joke or not, Draco Malfoy. Goodbye." She said plainly. And she left, the door hanging wide open. No one was laughing then.
Title: Yield Not to Temptation
Author: dirtyxemoxkid
Rating: T
Prompt Set: 100.1
Prompt: Temptation (#32)
Word Count: 250
Summary: Hermione thinks about temptation and a certain Slytherin.
Warnings: none.
Notes: none.
Draco Malfoy. That one name brought her to her senses. It was the name that made her coil with hatred, yet want him in the same pace. There was just something about the Slytherin boy's presence to Hermione that made him tempting. And she couldn't stand it.
She didn't like temptation; rarely did it best her, but in a time like this. Draco bloody Malfoy, she'd tell herself, I can't be thinking these things! But then she'd tell herself that she couldn't help it and let the thoughts pour over her again like a tidal wave of temptation. If the bloody wanker walked up to her this second and demanded her to shred her Hogwarts: A History text, she surely would, hardcover and all.
That was it. Why in the hell would she shred a text that she treasured more than life for a spineless ferret such as himself? Okay, so said spineless ferret was bloody hot, but that was not enough of a reason for Hermione. Because Draco Malfoy was tempting and she would do anything he told her to, that's why. And somehow, that thought seemed as if the blonde himself implanted it into her head, because she couldn't find a logical thing to stick behind it--but maybe, perhaps, Draco Malfoy.
Yield not to temptation, said the Bible. But Hermione wasn't exactly yielding to it, she was running out in front.
Title: Music
Author: dirtyxemoxkid
Rating: T
Prompt Set: 100.1
Prompt: Music (#54)
Word Count: 164
Summary: 'The Gryffindor would hum something called "A Sweet Lullaby" and the Slytheirn would head bang to "The Dark Tune of Death." Opposites attract; but it's different in music.'
Warnings: none.
Notes: none.
Music was her. Music described her mood, what she wanted to do, what would make her happy, and what would keep her happy. There was no Hermione without music and there was no Draco without Hermione, meaning there was no Draco without music. They were music together.
Hermione was more classical as Draco was a heavy metal. You could find the girl nearing a piano, but the boy strumming a guitar. The Gryffindor would hum something called 'A Sweet Lullaby' and the Slytherin would headbang to 'The Dark Tune of Death.' Opposites attract; but it's different in music.
The two were a melody; mixing and matching and trying new things. They were a new sound, of calmness and chaos; of destruction and salvation. It was like heaven and hell in one entire song. It was something melodious; they would sound together. Together, they were poison, appearing to be pretty and safe, yet destroying you from the inside out.
That's just how the music played.
Title: Smirking
Author: dirtyxemoxkid
Rating: T
Prompt Set: 100.1
Prompt: Smirk (#62)
Word Count: 382
Summary: Hermione wonders about Draco Malfoy's smirk.
Warnings: none.
Notes: none.
Oh, how she hated it. "Stop smirking, Malfoy." She'd ask him, but she already knew before he started the blasted action that he wasn't going to stop until he was good and ready, which wasn't promising much on Hermione's part. Ever since she had started the school, she recognized his smirk. It was his trademark expression; you rarely caught Draco Malfoy smiling in the hallway, he was always giving someone his derisive smirk and scaring them away.
"Oh shut up, Malfoy." She'd tell him and he'd smirk at her, which infuriated her more than what he had sad, whether it be another insult or the word, "Mudblood," leaving his mouth again. She couldn't stand that about him. The stupid smirk he wore. His father wore the very smirk when she saw him with Draco. "It must be hereditary," she told him, "does your mother smirk as well?" He simply smirked and tapped her cheek cutely. "Does it irk you, Granger?" What irked her was how he could talk while smirking.
And after he found out that she couldn't stand his smirking? He walked around and smirked more often. Even in the Great Hall, she looked up and there he was, smirking at her. She wanted to throw her fork at him. There was not a time that Hermione could think of where the blonde Slytherin didn't smirk. She thought about it a lot, yet she couldn't think of one.
While she passed him in the hall, by himself, smirking at her, it hit her. The one and only time that Draco Malfoy couldn't smirk. But, of course, it was only a theory. So, she called out, "Malfoy, come here!" and he smirked at her all of the way over. So, to test her theory; and only to test her theory, she kissed him. The blonde looked at her afterwards with a shocked face and she thought, ha, no smirk. But then the blonde boy kissed her back and walked off.
And when she saw him across the Great Hall, he made a kissy-face at her. "Damnit," She said, "I wish he would go back to that smirk."
Title: Rebellious Streak
Author: dirtyxemoxkid
Rating: T
Prompt Set: 100.1
Prompt: Rebellion (#72)
Word Count: 314
Summary: Draco thinks about rebellious Gryffindors.
Warnings: none.
Notes: none.
It made her so hard to attain. It made his father hate him. It made Gryffindors the bane of his existence. What the hell was going through the young Malfoy's head? One word. Rebellion. Rebelliousness made him angry. It made him want to scream and shout and throw things around. Just agree, he told himself, but he could never bring himself to agree with anything his father said.
That's why they clicked. Hell, they argued all the time because they never listened to one another. His friends often said, "You two need counseling," and he'd reply, "Hell, we need hearing aids." That's why they were together, because they didn't listen. It was like an opposite day. "Don't you dare!" She'd shout angrily, but Draco would do it anyway. "If you touch that..." Draco seethed, but the crazy brunette would touch it anyway.
It didn't bother him. It was natural for them. They both didn't listen, managed to fuck everything up, and then fix it in one stroke, and then they'd fuck it up again. It was all right, Draco mused, he didn't expect it anyway. That was it, with those Gryffindors. They were just rebellious. Slytherins weren't rebellious, they just didn't listen to Gryffindors.
And how could Slytherins listen to rebellious Gryffindors? If someone told them something to better them, they'd rebel against it, and if Slytherins listened, they'd all fall. But, Draco remembered, everyone listens to Gryffindors, which is why Slytherin is misunderstood. Gryffindors are too rebellious. But then, if they were, he was as rebellious as they were; the only thing separating him from that house was his last name and his penchant for evil. Hell, if Draco could have, he would have made himself get sorted into Gryffindor.
It was that damn rebellious streak.