A late Christmas treat - Fic: Stuck in Denial (Draco/Hermione - Harry Potter)

Dec 26, 2011 22:52

Title: Stuck in Denial
Author: leopion
Characters: Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger
Genres: Humour
Timeline: Post Hogwarts, probably DH EWE
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I do not own nor claim the Harry Potter series, which belongs to J. K. Rowling.
Summary: Luna is being her usual self while Ron is not. Throw in a little help from Ginny and George Weasley, and Hermione finds herself in a very sticky situation with Draco Malfoy.
AN: Ehem, I just dug this up from last year. It was supposed to be written for Dramione Drabble Christmas challenge 2010 with the prompts: candy canes and magical, but it got out of hand (i.e. exceeded the word count). Of course, I had to find a solution in the form of one Working Overtime, and because I liked that one better, I sort of abandoned this. Now I realise that I still don’t like it as much as to do a proper rewrite, but I like it enough not to let it gather (virtual) dust in my hard-drive. So here we are. Better late than never, right?

I hope everyone's had a great Christmas!

Stuck in Denial
by Leopion

This must be a dream. A horrible one at that, thought Hermione as she stepped up next to Draco Malfoy, prompting a loud cheer from the crowd. The events of the whole evening flashed through her mind at lightning speed. No, there’s no way this can be real.

~

One hour earlier

‘I can’t believe that you, of all people, let Luna invite Malfoy to your Christmas party,’ exclaimed Hermione with a huff, crossing her arms across her chest.

Ron merely shrugged. ‘Well, he’s her co-worker after all. Besides, he hasn’t started anything since he’s got here, has he?’

‘Not yet,’ she hissed, casting a surreptitious glance in the direction of the French door leading to the open balcony. There stood Draco Malfoy, leaning against the door, swirling a champagne flute in his left hand while observing other party-goers with casual disinterest. Turning back to her friend, who was chuckling slightly at her reaction, Hermione added, ‘Luna has certainly rubbed off on you, you know. To be honest, I don’t know if I prefer this new Ron or the one who threw fists whenever he caught sight of Malfoy.’

~

Thirty minutes earlier

Hermione eyed Malfoy suspiciously. He still looked as though he was bored out of his skull. It was a wonder that he hadn’t sought her out to start a slanging match yet. Noticing Hermione’s gaze, unlike the previous eleven times, Malfoy cast a brief smirk at her before resuming his mask of utter ennui. At that instant, there was no doubt in Hermione’s mind that he had been ignoring her for the precise reason why he usually picked up a fight: to annoy the hell out of her.

~

Twelve minutes earlier

‘Muggle tradition?’ asked Hermione incredulously. ‘I haven’t heard of such a thing in my life, and I’m Muggle-born!’

‘I take it that you haven’t heard of the Küssen people?’

Hermione opened her mouth to correct Luna about the non-existence of the Küssen people, Muggle or otherwise, but then thought better of it. Knowing her friend, she was just going to sign herself up for a pointless argument. She just hoped that she wouldn’t end up with someone less than agreeable. Malfoy’s face instantly swam to mind. She quickly pushed away the offensive image but to no avail since Malfoy himself had decided to grace her vision with his perpetual scowl.

‘Bashing in your brilliant idea, are you, Granger? Wizard-Muggle integrity my arse!’ he spat.

‘Malfoy, for one thing, this-’ she gestured at the gigantic bowl of equally gigantic candy canes that Luna was levitating from the back room ‘-was not my idea. Two, you work with Luna; you should have known that there’s no Küssen people whatsoever. Three, I’m annoyed by this as much as you are.’

~

Two minutes earlier

‘Wrimblispurt must have got you guys,’ said Luna sympathetically. ‘Do you feel a sudden strong phobia about candy canes?

‘No,’ they shouted in unison.

‘Good, then. Let’s get started.’

~

And now here she was, preparing to team up with Malfoy to compete with four other coup- pairs of participants. Harry and Ginny appeared particularly smug for obvious reasons. Ron casted an apologetic look at Dean, who nodded and casted a similar one at Neville, who … It took all of Hermione’s self-control not to shout at them, ‘Cut it off! It’s me who stuck with Draco-stinging-Malfoy for god’s sake.’ Still, no one even spared her a single sympathetic glance.

Malfoy promptly stuffed the straight end of the candy cane into his mouth as soon as Luna signalled them to get ready. When Hermione objected, he even had the audacity to tell her they could switch if that was what she wanted. Ewww.

Thus, Hermione found herself with the hooked end, which meant she had to stand almost side by side rather than opposite to Malfoy, definitely too close for comfort. Much to Hermione’s dismay, she also realised that if she didn’t suck faster than Malfoy, they would likely end up in an U-bend situation rather than a stick situation.

‘Well, well, well, a little greedy, aren’t we?’

Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Malfoy was still wearing his customary smirk. How he managed to smirk with a candy cane in his mouth was completely beyond her. But she ignored him and continued to suck the candy as fast as she could. The sooner they were done, the sooner she would be able to get away from him.

‘If I didn’t know better, I’d think you want to win this stupid game.’

Hermione threw him another (ineffective) glare.

‘Wait, perhaps you’re eager to kiss me. That would make much more sen-’

‘Shut your gob, Malfoy,’ hissed Hermione through literally gritted teeth. ‘You’re drooling all over the thing.’

‘Hey, Hermione, no biting,’ exclaimed Luna, the referee. Malfoy rolled his eyes while Hermione huffed in frustration.

~

Here at last, they were about to end it all, bottom place or not. Hermione tilted her head to one side to avoid a nose-collision with Malfoy. The very last bit of the mint candy in her mouth suddenly felt much sweeter than the rest. But then her eyes widened in horror. Barely touched as they were, Hermione’s lips seemed to have been glued to Malfoy’s.

‘What the-’ she cried, rather unsuccessfully.

‘Hey, Granger! You’d better show my mouth some respect here,’ snarled Malfoy.

Ginny broke into giggles at Malfoy’s remark. Meanwhile, Hermione simply glared at him. She had to admit, however, that having your mouth manipulated by someone else wasn’t fun at all (hers was starting to hurt from constantly being opened and closed along with Malfoy’s), and nor was letting someone else did all of the yelling. Not that she enjoyed screaming on the top of her lungs, of course, but it was the least comfort one could get in this kind of situation.

Ignoring these commotions, Malfoy continued, ‘Lovegood, you’ll be very sorry if you don’t fix this now.’

‘I don’t know how,’ said Luna earnestly. ‘We got the candies from Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes. I think George said that they only attach couples who are in denial, right Ginny?’

~

‘So what? They’re delicious, and I like sucking on them,’ Hermione shot the words out from her wand and then, seeing the amusement glinting in Malfoy’s eyes, added an enormous ‘ALONE’ to the sentence. He chuckled, and Hermione mentally cringed at the prospect of her mouth being infested with Malfoy’s germs. But that seemed to have happened already, even without him chuckling.

After a rather catastrophic attempt to hunt down George Weasley and a heated quarrel with insults literally flying between them, they had finally retreated to Hermione’s flat. Of course, Malfoy had managed to criticise everything observable, including her excessive amount of candy canes.

Hermione tried closing her eyes. It wasn’t helping at all, because once she had disabled her sight, her other senses heightened. All she could think of was how his breath was tickling her cheeks and how his spicy, masculine scent was filling-Thankfully, her thought was cut short as Malfoy nudged at her arm. She opened her eyes to find a line of fancy green letters. ‘Granger, I’ve been thinking ... As our lips are stuck together, maybe we should at least take advantage of the situation.’

‘In your dreams,’ was Hermione’s retort.

~

Forty minutes later

‘About what you said earlier,’ began Hermione.

‘What? Your sofa looks like a giant troll?’

Hermione shook her head and immediately realised that it wasn’t a very good idea. Malfoy soon ventured another guess.

‘I thought your parents were dentriachists?’

‘Dentists, but no!’

‘Bloody hypocrite! You have candy canes littered all over your place?’

‘NO!’

Exasperated, Hermione grabbed Malfoy’s shirt and attacked his lips with hers (if that was even possible given their current predicament). However, it only took roughly a millisecond for her brain to register what she had just done and for her cheeks to flame at her own boldness. Hermione tried to pull away, but Malfoy had started kissing her back, putting her right under his spell. Unnoticed by the couple, at that precise moment, they were no longer bonded, at least not by magic.

genre: humour, theme: christmas, fandom: harry potter, pairing: dramione, rating: t, drabble

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