[fic] crossing the line ; hp, harry/draco, hermione
crossing the line. harry potter. harry/draco, hermione. pg-13. 509. ao3.
“you had sex!” hermione shrieks. “in a ministry office!”
"technically, we made love."
notes: for
dove_drabbles prompt #97: dare to cross the line. sequel to crime and punishment. also dedicated to
enchanted_jae whose comment on that drabble inspired this!
“Aurors Potter, Malfoy,” Hermione nods at each of them in turn as they haltingly step into her office.
Harry can tell from her prim tone and pristine posture that this is not going to go well for them. He tries to appeal to her sense of loyalty to their friendship anyway.
“Hey, Hermione,” he says, smiling sheepishly.
She just stares at him unblinkingly until he quickly takes a seat, Draco scrambling to do the same not long after.
“I assume you both know why you are here,” she says coldly, raising an eyebrow.
Harry has the good sense to at least look embarrassed.
Draco, on the other hand, just leans back into his chair and folds his arms behind his head. “Haven’t the foggiest.”
“Don’t start with me, Malfoy,” Hermione snaps, her tone harsh enough to take Harry aback.
Draco turns to Harry. “My, someone’s feisty today, aren’t they?”
“You had sex!” Hermione shrieks. “In a Ministry office!”
“Technically,” says Draco, earning him a withering glare from Hermione. “We made love. And it wasn’t an office.”
“It is government property! That the two of you spoiled with your exploits while on the job!”
“Look, Hermione,” Harry says gently, starting to worry now that the corner of Draco’s mouth has started twitching, “We’re sorry, truly. We just got caught up in the moment. It was a huge mistake on our part and it won’t happen again.”
Hermione lets out a singular humorless laugh. “You bet it won’t. From this point forward, the two of you are no longer allowed to be in the same room without another employee present.”
“You can’t be serious,” says Draco.
“Oh, I am. Deadly.”
“Hermione, come on,” Harry starts.
“No, Harry! It doesn’t matter what our personal relationship is. You had the audacity to cross the line and now you must be punished for it.”
“But…” Harry says.
“A chaperone?” Draco interrupts. “Really?”
Hermione turns so she can meet Draco’s eyes as she glares at him. “You’re behaving like a child. Why shouldn’t I treat you like one?”
Draco begins to retort but Harry cuts him off, knowing whatever Draco is about to say will only make the situation worse.
“C’mon,” Harry places his hand on Draco’s, “she’s right. We broke the rules, we should be punished. And it’s not that bad, as far as things go. It’ll be alright.”
Draco looks like he wants to argue but is holding his tongue for Harry’s sake.
“Fine. I suppose you’re right.”
Harry lets out a sigh, relieved at having averted a Draco versus Hermione showdown.
“Depending on whoever our chaperone is, it might even be fun,” Draco shrugs. “I’ve always wanted to have a threesome.”
Later, once the fire brigade have come and gone, the Healers have patched up Draco’s arm and Hermione’s knee, and the Department of Interdepartmental Cooperation has completed their report, Harry swears that was the moment when literal steam started coming out of Hermione’s ears.
Of course, no one believes him, and he’s quickly sent to St. Mungo’s for a psychological evaluation.
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“you had sex!” hermione shrieks. “in a ministry office!”
"technically, we made love."
notes: for
dove_drabbles prompt #97: dare to cross the line. sequel to crime and punishment. also dedicated to
enchanted_jae whose comment on that drabble inspired this!
“Aurors Potter, Malfoy,” Hermione nods at each of them in turn as they haltingly step into her office.
Harry can tell from her prim tone and pristine posture that this is not going to go well for them. He tries to appeal to her sense of loyalty to their friendship anyway.
“Hey, Hermione,” he says, smiling sheepishly.
She just stares at him unblinkingly until he quickly takes a seat, Draco scrambling to do the same not long after.
“I assume you both know why you are here,” she says coldly, raising an eyebrow.
Harry has the good sense to at least look embarrassed.
Draco, on the other hand, just leans back into his chair and folds his arms behind his head. “Haven’t the foggiest.”
“Don’t start with me, Malfoy,” Hermione snaps, her tone harsh enough to take Harry aback.
Draco turns to Harry. “My, someone’s feisty today, aren’t they?”
“You had sex!” Hermione shrieks. “In a Ministry office!”
“Technically,” says Draco, earning him a withering glare from Hermione. “We made love. And it wasn’t an office.”
“It is government property! That the two of you spoiled with your exploits while on the job!”
“Look, Hermione,” Harry says gently, starting to worry now that the corner of Draco’s mouth has started twitching, “We’re sorry, truly. We just got caught up in the moment. It was a huge mistake on our part and it won’t happen again.”
Hermione lets out a singular humorless laugh. “You bet it won’t. From this point forward, the two of you are no longer allowed to be in the same room without another employee present.”
“You can’t be serious,” says Draco.
“Oh, I am. Deadly.”
“Hermione, come on,” Harry starts.
“No, Harry! It doesn’t matter what our personal relationship is. You had the audacity to cross the line and now you must be punished for it.”
“But…” Harry says.
“A chaperone?” Draco interrupts. “Really?”
Hermione turns so she can meet Draco’s eyes as she glares at him. “You’re behaving like a child. Why shouldn’t I treat you like one?”
Draco begins to retort but Harry cuts him off, knowing whatever Draco is about to say will only make the situation worse.
“C’mon,” Harry places his hand on Draco’s, “she’s right. We broke the rules, we should be punished. And it’s not that bad, as far as things go. It’ll be alright.”
Draco looks like he wants to argue but is holding his tongue for Harry’s sake.
“Fine. I suppose you’re right.”
Harry lets out a sigh, relieved at having averted a Draco versus Hermione showdown.
“Depending on whoever our chaperone is, it might even be fun,” Draco shrugs. “I’ve always wanted to have a threesome.”
Later, once the fire brigade have come and gone, the Healers have patched up Draco’s arm and Hermione’s knee, and the Department of Interdepartmental Cooperation has completed their report, Harry swears that was the moment when literal steam started coming out of Hermione’s ears.
Of course, no one believes him, and he’s quickly sent to St. Mungo’s for a psychological evaluation.
This entry was originally posted at https://delacourtings.dreamwidth.org/162377.html. Please comment there using OpenID.