A Little Legilimency
Title: A Little Legilimency
Author:
pips_n_chiaw
Rating: PG
Word Count: 539
Notes/Warning: We hope this idea isn't too cliché or overused. :)
Prompt: Lust, for the easter 2008 challenge
It was annoying, really, how Draco Malfoy was so…hot, for want of a better word. He wasn’t the best looking man she had ever met- that honor would go to Blaise Zabini- but there was something in the way Malfoy carried himself that had her all awkward and flustered.
Hermione sighed and tore her gaze away from him and back to the parchment in front of her. Focus, she told herself sternly. Don’t think about how good he smells.
That was what had started it all, honestly. She had never before found him remotely attractive, but the minute he had entered her office, filling it with the scent of his cologne, she suddenly took notice. He smelled sharp, spicy, rich, and altogether too distracting.
Guiltily, Hermione had to redirect her thoughts yet again. She licked her lips and frowned at the document on her desk. “Malfoy, the problem that the inspectors noticed at your Manor was that the rooms you have for the elves are too small and cramped. You have five elves, and two rooms- that would be fine, except the rooms are too tiny. The size of-” she broke off and glanced up at her visitor. He was staring at her intently, and she found it disconcerting. “Something wrong, Malfoy?” she asked sharply.
He blinked and shook his head. “No.”
“Have you been listening?”
“The servant’s quarters are too small, got it.” He shifted slightly in his seat.
“Yes.” Hermione decided it was safer for the time being to avoid looking directly into his eyes, lest she forget what she meant to say.
“Is there a minimum size?” he asked, and Hermione’s gaze snapped to his mouth. Not good, because from there it traveled down to his neck, to his broad shoulders, to his chest…she found herself imagining him shirtless, and wondered if she would be crazy if she were to twirl her wand in her hand, accidentally let it slip and Vanish his shirt.
Her eyes widened in horror when she realized what she had been thinking. Hormones, it had to be hormones. She quickly tried to count the days since her last period and tried to relate it to the supposed levels of sex hormones in her body.
“Granger,” Draco said, sounding amused. “Penny for your thoughts?”
Hermione ducked her head, hoping he wouldn’t notice her blush. As if she would ever tell him that she had been imagining him half-naked in her office. At least she hadn’t been imagining actually doing something to him, touching him, tasting him- oh, no.
As the image conjured itself in her mind, she felt herself blush even more. “Minimum size,” she muttered, trying to remember the answer to his earlier question. “Uh, I’ll get back to you on that.”
Merlin, it was horrible, being in the same room as him. She desperately tried to reign in her naughty thoughts, secretly rejoicing in the fact that only comic-book characters had thought bubbles.
Then her eyes snapped back to his in horror. Draco knew Legilimency, which was possibly even worse than thought bubbles.
“Granger,” Draco growled.
“Yes?” She swallowed hard. The piercing stare he was giving her was making her feel incredibly vulnerable.
“Thank God I’m not the only one.”
Author:
pips_n_chiaw
Rating: PG
Word Count: 539
Notes/Warning: We hope this idea isn't too cliché or overused. :)
Prompt: Lust, for the easter 2008 challenge
It was annoying, really, how Draco Malfoy was so…hot, for want of a better word. He wasn’t the best looking man she had ever met- that honor would go to Blaise Zabini- but there was something in the way Malfoy carried himself that had her all awkward and flustered.
Hermione sighed and tore her gaze away from him and back to the parchment in front of her. Focus, she told herself sternly. Don’t think about how good he smells.
That was what had started it all, honestly. She had never before found him remotely attractive, but the minute he had entered her office, filling it with the scent of his cologne, she suddenly took notice. He smelled sharp, spicy, rich, and altogether too distracting.
Guiltily, Hermione had to redirect her thoughts yet again. She licked her lips and frowned at the document on her desk. “Malfoy, the problem that the inspectors noticed at your Manor was that the rooms you have for the elves are too small and cramped. You have five elves, and two rooms- that would be fine, except the rooms are too tiny. The size of-” she broke off and glanced up at her visitor. He was staring at her intently, and she found it disconcerting. “Something wrong, Malfoy?” she asked sharply.
He blinked and shook his head. “No.”
“Have you been listening?”
“The servant’s quarters are too small, got it.” He shifted slightly in his seat.
“Yes.” Hermione decided it was safer for the time being to avoid looking directly into his eyes, lest she forget what she meant to say.
“Is there a minimum size?” he asked, and Hermione’s gaze snapped to his mouth. Not good, because from there it traveled down to his neck, to his broad shoulders, to his chest…she found herself imagining him shirtless, and wondered if she would be crazy if she were to twirl her wand in her hand, accidentally let it slip and Vanish his shirt.
Her eyes widened in horror when she realized what she had been thinking. Hormones, it had to be hormones. She quickly tried to count the days since her last period and tried to relate it to the supposed levels of sex hormones in her body.
“Granger,” Draco said, sounding amused. “Penny for your thoughts?”
Hermione ducked her head, hoping he wouldn’t notice her blush. As if she would ever tell him that she had been imagining him half-naked in her office. At least she hadn’t been imagining actually doing something to him, touching him, tasting him- oh, no.
As the image conjured itself in her mind, she felt herself blush even more. “Minimum size,” she muttered, trying to remember the answer to his earlier question. “Uh, I’ll get back to you on that.”
Merlin, it was horrible, being in the same room as him. She desperately tried to reign in her naughty thoughts, secretly rejoicing in the fact that only comic-book characters had thought bubbles.
Then her eyes snapped back to his in horror. Draco knew Legilimency, which was possibly even worse than thought bubbles.
“Granger,” Draco growled.
“Yes?” She swallowed hard. The piercing stare he was giving her was making her feel incredibly vulnerable.
“Thank God I’m not the only one.”