Theo Would Call That an Idiotic Pastime - Draco/Hermione
Title: Now Theo Would Call That an Idiotic Pastime
Author: dollfaced
Rating: PG
Word Count: 199
Notes: Written for sortinghatdrabs Week 39 OTP Challenge and 100quills prompt Cold.
Draco watched her lying on the ground. Her eyes were closed and she seemed peacefully unaware of his presence. He grinned and edged closer. Her eyes fluttered open but closed again as she let out a soft sigh.
His anger rose at her indifference. He pointed his wand down at Granger, demanding her attention.
She looked up at him with a devious smile and swiftly grabbed his arm, pulling herself up. “Thanks, Malfoy.”
“Let go of me!” He pulled his arm away. “What the hell are you doing lying in the snow anyway?”
“Making snow angels.”
“Childish rubbish,” he muttered.
Seemingly unfazed by his comment, she stepped closer. “It’s not rubbish.”
Draco was about to show her exactly what he thought of it, when she whispered in his ear, “Rolling around in the snow is lots of fun, Malfoy. You should try it sometime.” Her breath was like fire against his cold skin and for a moment he couldn’t think straight.
Then she was gone. He watched her as she walked away. Suddenly she turned back towards him and with a quick flick of her wand the snow she’d been secretly levitating above his head came crashing down.
“Happy Christmas, Malfoy!”
Author: dollfaced
Rating: PG
Word Count: 199
Notes: Written for sortinghatdrabs Week 39 OTP Challenge and 100quills prompt Cold.
Draco watched her lying on the ground. Her eyes were closed and she seemed peacefully unaware of his presence. He grinned and edged closer. Her eyes fluttered open but closed again as she let out a soft sigh.
His anger rose at her indifference. He pointed his wand down at Granger, demanding her attention.
She looked up at him with a devious smile and swiftly grabbed his arm, pulling herself up. “Thanks, Malfoy.”
“Let go of me!” He pulled his arm away. “What the hell are you doing lying in the snow anyway?”
“Making snow angels.”
“Childish rubbish,” he muttered.
Seemingly unfazed by his comment, she stepped closer. “It’s not rubbish.”
Draco was about to show her exactly what he thought of it, when she whispered in his ear, “Rolling around in the snow is lots of fun, Malfoy. You should try it sometime.” Her breath was like fire against his cold skin and for a moment he couldn’t think straight.
Then she was gone. He watched her as she walked away. Suddenly she turned back towards him and with a quick flick of her wand the snow she’d been secretly levitating above his head came crashing down.
“Happy Christmas, Malfoy!”