For RUBY TUESDAY, Week 3
Title: Needs and Requirements
Author: twirly_girl
For: Ruby Tuesday
Pairings: D/Hr, R/Hr
Word Count: 540
Theme: Mistletoe, week 3
A/N: I am sorry I am so woefully late, but I hope you enjoy it anyway. I WILL get you your last story (wk 4+) eventually...do you like New Year's Gifts? ;)
Hermione rushed out of Ancient Runes and hitched her book bag up her shoulder. She’d have to rush, the Room of Requirement was at the opposite end of the castle and Harry and Ron were expecting her in ten minutes. By the time she passed the great hall she was getting quite out of breath as well as mightily irritated at her fellow students who were milling about waiting for lunch and enjoying the generally festive air of the approaching Christmas holidays.
She pushed her way through the crowd and continued. She was late, breathless and angry as she rounded the final corner into what should have been the deserted hall where the room was located.
Malfoy.
She ducked behind a suit of armor. What was that loathsome little weasel doing here? Hermione peeked at Draco from behind the armor, he was just standing there...waiting...as if he knew. Were Harry and Ron already inside? If so, she should try to warn them somehow....
“I see you hiding there, Granger. What are you playing at?” Draco drawled.
Hermione stood up and strode down the hall towards Malfoy, her irritation hitting boiling point. “What are YOU doing here, Malfoy?” Hermione practically yelled, in the hope that Ron and Harry would hear.
“Waiting for you, Granger,” Draco said in a whisper before he reached out, grabbed her around the waist and pulled her close. Hermione, shocked into submission, allowed Draco’s free hand to cup her chin and tilt her head back. He looked deeply into her eyes for a moment then he began to kiss her. Her body flooded with a warmth that was like a sip of firewhisky, both revolting and tingly. She clung to him for fear that she would crumple to the floor if she let go. Draco kissed her more deeply, his arms encircling her back and hips, his hand cupping her arse. Dimly, she was aware of a voice calling her name, but it was a distant distraction.
“Hermione, wake up. ‘Mione?”
Her eyes fluttered open. Ron was leaning over her, holding mistletoe in one hand and caressing her face with the other. He kissed her lightly again, “Happy Christmas, ‘Mione”. She smiled at Ron. “C’mon, everyone is downstairs already.”
Hermione felt disoriented, as though she had left a part of herself in the dream, but she got up and followed Ron downstairs.
It was wonderful to be with everyone again. Since Hogwarts had closed, the only people she had seen regularly were Ron and Harry. The Christmas supper was delicious, as always, and the day was filled with laughter and fun. Yet throughout the day, when she was least expecting it, her mind would wander back to that corridor and the memory of it filled her with both pleasure and shame. Malfoy! Honestly, she mentally berated herself, why would she dream about snogging Malfoy!? And why did it have to be so bloody hot? She was certain the guilt would show on her face, that someone would see her flushed face and curling toes, but no one seemed to notice.
As she crawled into bed that night, the vividness of the dream was beginning to fade a bit leaving her feeling both relieved and a bit wistful.
Author: twirly_girl
For: Ruby Tuesday
Pairings: D/Hr, R/Hr
Word Count: 540
Theme: Mistletoe, week 3
A/N: I am sorry I am so woefully late, but I hope you enjoy it anyway. I WILL get you your last story (wk 4+) eventually...do you like New Year's Gifts? ;)
Hermione rushed out of Ancient Runes and hitched her book bag up her shoulder. She’d have to rush, the Room of Requirement was at the opposite end of the castle and Harry and Ron were expecting her in ten minutes. By the time she passed the great hall she was getting quite out of breath as well as mightily irritated at her fellow students who were milling about waiting for lunch and enjoying the generally festive air of the approaching Christmas holidays.
She pushed her way through the crowd and continued. She was late, breathless and angry as she rounded the final corner into what should have been the deserted hall where the room was located.
Malfoy.
She ducked behind a suit of armor. What was that loathsome little weasel doing here? Hermione peeked at Draco from behind the armor, he was just standing there...waiting...as if he knew. Were Harry and Ron already inside? If so, she should try to warn them somehow....
“I see you hiding there, Granger. What are you playing at?” Draco drawled.
Hermione stood up and strode down the hall towards Malfoy, her irritation hitting boiling point. “What are YOU doing here, Malfoy?” Hermione practically yelled, in the hope that Ron and Harry would hear.
“Waiting for you, Granger,” Draco said in a whisper before he reached out, grabbed her around the waist and pulled her close. Hermione, shocked into submission, allowed Draco’s free hand to cup her chin and tilt her head back. He looked deeply into her eyes for a moment then he began to kiss her. Her body flooded with a warmth that was like a sip of firewhisky, both revolting and tingly. She clung to him for fear that she would crumple to the floor if she let go. Draco kissed her more deeply, his arms encircling her back and hips, his hand cupping her arse. Dimly, she was aware of a voice calling her name, but it was a distant distraction.
“Hermione, wake up. ‘Mione?”
Her eyes fluttered open. Ron was leaning over her, holding mistletoe in one hand and caressing her face with the other. He kissed her lightly again, “Happy Christmas, ‘Mione”. She smiled at Ron. “C’mon, everyone is downstairs already.”
Hermione felt disoriented, as though she had left a part of herself in the dream, but she got up and followed Ron downstairs.
It was wonderful to be with everyone again. Since Hogwarts had closed, the only people she had seen regularly were Ron and Harry. The Christmas supper was delicious, as always, and the day was filled with laughter and fun. Yet throughout the day, when she was least expecting it, her mind would wander back to that corridor and the memory of it filled her with both pleasure and shame. Malfoy! Honestly, she mentally berated herself, why would she dream about snogging Malfoy!? And why did it have to be so bloody hot? She was certain the guilt would show on her face, that someone would see her flushed face and curling toes, but no one seemed to notice.
As she crawled into bed that night, the vividness of the dream was beginning to fade a bit leaving her feeling both relieved and a bit wistful.