Drabble-tastic!
So, I entered round two of the drabble contest over at dramione_ldws. I have submitted my response to the first prompt! Yay! I did, however, write a first attempt that I tossed when I had what I felt was a better idea. But, because I feel that it is a shame to let any writing go to waste, I give you Speechless: the drabble that wasn't good enough (:
Title: Speechless
Rating: PG
Warning: mild suggestion of snogging
Word Count: 498
There was ink on her face.
Draco stared at her from where he stood, hid really, in the stacks. He had thought that, at this hour, the library was sure to be empty. Contrary to popular belief, it was often quite difficult to find “private time” with a girl when one was living in shared quarters. He was glad that he had chosen to check first.
To tell the truth, he was a little bit relieved when Granger had slouched into the library, bending under the weight of her bag, and almost collapsed into a chair. “Private time” with Pansy had become somewhat distasteful. Not entirely, of course, because she was still a very pretty and very willing sort of girl, and he was 17, but Draco had begun to forget why he put up with her.
The downside, of course, is that now he was trapped in the library with Granger and was probably not going to get out with out some sort of confrontation. He loathed how hot blooded she was, mostly because it meant she often had the last word.
So here he was, hiding behind the stacks, desperately trying to come up with some sort of cutting remarks that would leave her speechless long enough for him to make a hasty retreat.
“Been snogging your books again, have you?”
No, that didn’t make any sense at all.
“Don’t you ever bathe, or do you enjoy your face being as dirty as your blood?”
That was no good either, as he would probably end up being punched in the face again. As much as he detested Granger, he had to admit that she had a decent right hook.
“Your glorious leader doesn’t even give you time for a shower anymore? Poor management skills, I’d say.”
Well that wasn’t bad, plus it included an insult directed at Potter. Straightening his robe ever so slightly, he swept out from behind the stacks towards Granger’s table.
She looked up sharply at the sound of footsteps. He stopped directly in front of her, arms folded, a carefully crafted smirk on his face. At this range, he could see that whatever the wonder team was up to, it was indeed taking up far too much of Granger’s time. She looked tired. Her normally bright eyes were dim and listless, her complexion sallow and tired. She looked a right mess.
Draco suddenly found that all of his carefully crafted insults had deserted him. Without thinking, reached out, gently placed the tip of his wand against her cheek and whispered “tergeo.”
There was an uncomfortable silence as both wondered for a moment if perhaps hell had frozen over. Finally, Draco nodded, turned on his heel, and walked out of the library, leaving Hermione looking at him with an unreadable expression on her face, one hand touching her cheek.
Draco wasn’t exactly sure what had just happened.
All he knew was that Hermione Granger had, for once in her life, been rendered speechless.
Title: Speechless
Rating: PG
Warning: mild suggestion of snogging
Word Count: 498
There was ink on her face.
Draco stared at her from where he stood, hid really, in the stacks. He had thought that, at this hour, the library was sure to be empty. Contrary to popular belief, it was often quite difficult to find “private time” with a girl when one was living in shared quarters. He was glad that he had chosen to check first.
To tell the truth, he was a little bit relieved when Granger had slouched into the library, bending under the weight of her bag, and almost collapsed into a chair. “Private time” with Pansy had become somewhat distasteful. Not entirely, of course, because she was still a very pretty and very willing sort of girl, and he was 17, but Draco had begun to forget why he put up with her.
The downside, of course, is that now he was trapped in the library with Granger and was probably not going to get out with out some sort of confrontation. He loathed how hot blooded she was, mostly because it meant she often had the last word.
So here he was, hiding behind the stacks, desperately trying to come up with some sort of cutting remarks that would leave her speechless long enough for him to make a hasty retreat.
“Been snogging your books again, have you?”
No, that didn’t make any sense at all.
“Don’t you ever bathe, or do you enjoy your face being as dirty as your blood?”
That was no good either, as he would probably end up being punched in the face again. As much as he detested Granger, he had to admit that she had a decent right hook.
“Your glorious leader doesn’t even give you time for a shower anymore? Poor management skills, I’d say.”
Well that wasn’t bad, plus it included an insult directed at Potter. Straightening his robe ever so slightly, he swept out from behind the stacks towards Granger’s table.
She looked up sharply at the sound of footsteps. He stopped directly in front of her, arms folded, a carefully crafted smirk on his face. At this range, he could see that whatever the wonder team was up to, it was indeed taking up far too much of Granger’s time. She looked tired. Her normally bright eyes were dim and listless, her complexion sallow and tired. She looked a right mess.
Draco suddenly found that all of his carefully crafted insults had deserted him. Without thinking, reached out, gently placed the tip of his wand against her cheek and whispered “tergeo.”
There was an uncomfortable silence as both wondered for a moment if perhaps hell had frozen over. Finally, Draco nodded, turned on his heel, and walked out of the library, leaving Hermione looking at him with an unreadable expression on her face, one hand touching her cheek.
Draco wasn’t exactly sure what had just happened.
All he knew was that Hermione Granger had, for once in her life, been rendered speechless.