Children

Hermione loved kids. Draco thought they were okay. He knew that he would need an heir to carry on the Malfoy name but when Hermione put Scorpius in his arms he fell in love. And when she announced that Alexander was due in 8 months he knew he loved kids too.

Technology

It was quite sad. He knew more about muggle technology than her. He was ( Read more... )

Hermione knew it was wrong. So utterly wrong. But Merlin, she couldn't help herself. He was tall and funny and wise and smart and so good to look at. She wanted to run her hands through his hair and feel his chest against hers. It didn't matter that he was more than 5 years older than her. That just made him more attractive. He was...experienced. ( Read more... )

"Fascinating."

Hermione tried to ignore the voice coming directly across from where she was sitting.

"But how...Muggles...wow."

She gritted her teeth and snapped her head up.

"What, Malfoy? What is it?" she all but growled.

Draco didn't seem to mind her outburst. "That thing," he said. "What are you holding in your hand?"

Hermione jaw dropped open. "A ( Read more... )

His kisses tasted like coconut. Hermione found it amusing. It was so exotic and sweet and just so unlike Draco Malfoy. But she loved him and his coconut kisses.

Kisses

He liked the way she tasted when they kissed. So soft and pure with a hint of raspberries. He was intoxicated with the feel of her mouth on his.

She liked the way he always tasted so strong and minty, and the way the smell of his cologne invaded her senses.

When they kissed they were one. No one would be able to break them apart.

Home

Their home ( Read more... )

"Repeat after me, Draco... Très bien."

"Tree been."

"No, it's tray bien."

"That's what I said, Granger...tray benne."

"Draco! How do you expect to survive on your own while in France for your meetings with the French Minister of Magic?"

"You could always come along with me, dear."

"Oh, shush you. You know I would love too, but I can't travel that far ( Read more... )

Being the son of Aphrodite, Draco Malfoy always knew he had a way with women. All he had to do with flutter his delicate white-blonde eye lashes and swipe at his cupid's bow lips with his tongue and they would gladly bend over backwards (or which ever way he wanted them bent) for him. But when one woman refuses to even acknowledge him, Draco Malfoy ( Read more... )

Hermione liked the way she fit between the two Winchester brothers. Whether it was in a cheap motel for the night, with Hermione between them both in the bed; her back to Dean and her face towards Sam or when they napped together in the back of Dean's car, her head on his shoulder and her hand in Sam's. It just fit.

His hand was so pale in contrast to mine. I could see every blue-green vein under his skin. Every scar that marred his flesh, the memories of darker times. But my eyes kept going back to his veins that bulged with blood that flowed through his body from his heart. I wanted to ask him how much blood he had lost from those morbid times, how many ( Read more... )