Drabble: And Re-Ignited by the French Kisses that took your Breath Away - G [5/7]
Title: And Re-Ignited by the French Kisses that took your Breath Away
Character/Pairings: Draco/Hermione
Rating: G
Warnings: EWE
Word Count: 408
Disclaimer: In its use of intellectual property and characters belonging to JK Rowling, Warner Bros, Bloomsbury Publishing, et cetera, this work of fiction is intended to be transformative commentary on the original. No profit is being made from this work.
Written for: dramionedrabble St. Valentine’s Day 7 Kisses Challenge
Prompt: French Kiss
Summary: Draco waits with baited breath for Hermione's answer
“….”
“Hermione?”
“…”
“Are you ok?”
“…”
Draco looked wildly about wondering if he should risk Apparating him and Granger in front of all the Muggles, but he didn’t want to risk breaking the International Statute of Secrecy. The only reason he and Granger were in Paris in the first place was because he wanted to propose to her on top of the Eiffel Tower.
He knew she knew what he planned to do once they got here. He had given her his carefully practiced ‘smug’ look that he threw her when he wanted her to know what was happening in his mind. Hence, he was taken by surprise when after proposing to her Granger went mute.
“Granger,” he whispered harshly, “I just bloody proposed to you woman! Do you not want to get married?”
He searched her eyes for any signs of life. Her glazed over look shattered his heart.
“Granger? You do want to get married, right?”
Draco began second-guessing himself. He knew he wanted Granger for a wife, she truly brought sunshine into his existence, and he couldn’t bear the thought of her rejection. Draco had waited a year before popping the question primarily because he didn’t want to scare her away so soon but he had known the minute he decided to pursue her that she’d be the future Mrs. Malfoy.
Draco stared wildly into the brunette’s eyes, feeling his heart begin to shatter. Tears began to form in his eyes, and he vainly tried to hide them from view by dropping his head to the ground in defeat.
“Draco?”
His head snapped up.
“Hermione?” he croaked, almost desperately.
She grinned. He continued staring.
And suddenly she jumped him. He caught her in his arms and smiled as he felt her soft tongue push past his surprised gasp.
He wrapped his arms tightly around her waist, pulling her as close to him as publicly possible. His blood began to heat up and turn to cold fire as she ravaged his mouth with the most delicious French kiss he’d ever receive in his lifetime.
Draco’s skin broke out into goosebumps as their tongues fought their own small battle of dominance. He growled with pleasure before Granger pushed him back, licking her lips sensuously. His eyes glazed over with lust.
“I presume that’s a yes, future Mrs. Malfoy?” he throatily whispered.
“Mrs. Hermione Granger-Malfoy to you,” she admonished, smirking as wicked thoughts danced in her eyes.
ETA: Updated July 27, 2010
Character/Pairings: Draco/Hermione
Rating: G
Warnings: EWE
Word Count: 408
Disclaimer: In its use of intellectual property and characters belonging to JK Rowling, Warner Bros, Bloomsbury Publishing, et cetera, this work of fiction is intended to be transformative commentary on the original. No profit is being made from this work.
Written for: dramionedrabble St. Valentine’s Day 7 Kisses Challenge
Prompt: French Kiss
Summary: Draco waits with baited breath for Hermione's answer
“….”
“Hermione?”
“…”
“Are you ok?”
“…”
Draco looked wildly about wondering if he should risk Apparating him and Granger in front of all the Muggles, but he didn’t want to risk breaking the International Statute of Secrecy. The only reason he and Granger were in Paris in the first place was because he wanted to propose to her on top of the Eiffel Tower.
He knew she knew what he planned to do once they got here. He had given her his carefully practiced ‘smug’ look that he threw her when he wanted her to know what was happening in his mind. Hence, he was taken by surprise when after proposing to her Granger went mute.
“Granger,” he whispered harshly, “I just bloody proposed to you woman! Do you not want to get married?”
He searched her eyes for any signs of life. Her glazed over look shattered his heart.
“Granger? You do want to get married, right?”
Draco began second-guessing himself. He knew he wanted Granger for a wife, she truly brought sunshine into his existence, and he couldn’t bear the thought of her rejection. Draco had waited a year before popping the question primarily because he didn’t want to scare her away so soon but he had known the minute he decided to pursue her that she’d be the future Mrs. Malfoy.
Draco stared wildly into the brunette’s eyes, feeling his heart begin to shatter. Tears began to form in his eyes, and he vainly tried to hide them from view by dropping his head to the ground in defeat.
“Draco?”
His head snapped up.
“Hermione?” he croaked, almost desperately.
She grinned. He continued staring.
And suddenly she jumped him. He caught her in his arms and smiled as he felt her soft tongue push past his surprised gasp.
He wrapped his arms tightly around her waist, pulling her as close to him as publicly possible. His blood began to heat up and turn to cold fire as she ravaged his mouth with the most delicious French kiss he’d ever receive in his lifetime.
Draco’s skin broke out into goosebumps as their tongues fought their own small battle of dominance. He growled with pleasure before Granger pushed him back, licking her lips sensuously. His eyes glazed over with lust.
“I presume that’s a yes, future Mrs. Malfoy?” he throatily whispered.
“Mrs. Hermione Granger-Malfoy to you,” she admonished, smirking as wicked thoughts danced in her eyes.
ETA: Updated July 27, 2010