That Game We Play [Harry Potter - D/Hr] | PG
Author: Michiko
Rating: PG
Warnings: Mild suggestiveness
Genre: Romance
Summary: Draco’s once again playing that little game of theirs.
Author's Note:
Disclaimer: Harry Potter © J.K. Rowling. I only own the writing
Status: Drabble - Complete
I glared at her as she walked by, wanting to incense her, wanting to wipe that self-righteous look off her face. Instead, I succeeded only in making her smirk at me, a quick, ruthless tilt of the lips that was worthy of even myself.
Just like Granger to insist on besting me.
So I play her game. I give her the cold shoulder the rest of the morning. Ignoring her even as she tries to catch my eye in potions; ignoring the flirtatious glances she shoots Zabini in an attempt to rile me up.
I give no reaction.
And finally she is fed up.
She makes it to lunch before she cracks. I’m almost sorry I toyed with her as I watch her saunter angrily, haughtily, to the Slytherin table at which I am seated. I nearly regret playing with her as she storms up to me, a cold glare in her eyes.
But every head in the Great Hall is turned in our direction, and I can’t quite bring myself to summon up any sense of remorse.
Her voice is tight as she speaks. “Malfoy.”
“Granger.”
Her eyes narrow at my cool tone, calm and collected, just as a Malfoy is expected to be.
But she knows I am furious beneath that indifferent exterior. She knows that I am giving her the payback she so rightfully deserves for ignoring me for three whole days.
It’s the little game we play.
I screw her silly against her will (or so she says). She slaps me. I leave. She ignores me, only to come crawling back into my arms days later.
I know she enjoys it more than she lets on. Or else Potter and Weasley would have had my head by now.
So we continue to play.
“You’re ignoring me,” she complains bitterly.
I chuckle, amused. “Don’t you want me to?”
“No.”
“Prove it,” I smirk.
And prove it she does.
She grabs my face in her hands, tilts her lips toward mine, and kisses me so hard I’m nearly dizzy. Right there in front of the entire student body and staff.
And neither of us gives a damn who sees.
I smirk again as I kiss her back. I’ve won this time. I’ve proved to her that I own her as much as she owns me.
And I’ve enjoyed every last minute of it.
Rating: PG
Warnings: Mild suggestiveness
Genre: Romance
Summary: Draco’s once again playing that little game of theirs.
Author's Note:
Disclaimer: Harry Potter © J.K. Rowling. I only own the writing
Status: Drabble - Complete
I glared at her as she walked by, wanting to incense her, wanting to wipe that self-righteous look off her face. Instead, I succeeded only in making her smirk at me, a quick, ruthless tilt of the lips that was worthy of even myself.
Just like Granger to insist on besting me.
So I play her game. I give her the cold shoulder the rest of the morning. Ignoring her even as she tries to catch my eye in potions; ignoring the flirtatious glances she shoots Zabini in an attempt to rile me up.
I give no reaction.
And finally she is fed up.
She makes it to lunch before she cracks. I’m almost sorry I toyed with her as I watch her saunter angrily, haughtily, to the Slytherin table at which I am seated. I nearly regret playing with her as she storms up to me, a cold glare in her eyes.
But every head in the Great Hall is turned in our direction, and I can’t quite bring myself to summon up any sense of remorse.
Her voice is tight as she speaks. “Malfoy.”
“Granger.”
Her eyes narrow at my cool tone, calm and collected, just as a Malfoy is expected to be.
But she knows I am furious beneath that indifferent exterior. She knows that I am giving her the payback she so rightfully deserves for ignoring me for three whole days.
It’s the little game we play.
I screw her silly against her will (or so she says). She slaps me. I leave. She ignores me, only to come crawling back into my arms days later.
I know she enjoys it more than she lets on. Or else Potter and Weasley would have had my head by now.
So we continue to play.
“You’re ignoring me,” she complains bitterly.
I chuckle, amused. “Don’t you want me to?”
“No.”
“Prove it,” I smirk.
And prove it she does.
She grabs my face in her hands, tilts her lips toward mine, and kisses me so hard I’m nearly dizzy. Right there in front of the entire student body and staff.
And neither of us gives a damn who sees.
I smirk again as I kiss her back. I’ve won this time. I’ve proved to her that I own her as much as she owns me.
And I’ve enjoyed every last minute of it.