Fic: A Good Fit
This was written for the dramione_ldws Round Eight, Challenge Two
Prompt: Naked and Illicit
Definitions: Hermione's POV
Related Forms: 100-499 words
Title: A Good Fit
Rating: R
Warning(s): Implied sexual situations
Word Count: 498
"Be reasonable,” Hermione said exasperatedly to her companion. “Take off your clothes.”
“I don’t want to” was the petulant response.
Hermione sighed. “This won’t work if you’ve got your pants on.”
The boxers were thrust down and kicked off, accompanied by a sulky “Fine, but I don’t have to like it.”
“Right now, I’m not exactly keen on this endeavour either.” Hermione grimaced and walked towards her husband of just over two hours. She glanced down; true enough, he hadn’t even managed to summon up the requisite enthusiasm to bed her.
Her husband arched a blond brow. “I recall you proposed to me, Granger. In fact, need I mention that little bit of blackmail you employed to get me to agree?”
She flushed at that reminder of her little illicit act in ensuring his cooperation.
He smirked. “I even heard tell that you scared off all the other witches who aspired to be Mrs. Draco Malfoy. Something about hexing them to remain virgo intacta infinitum?”
She rolled her eyes. “I’m not apologising for taking whatever actions I deemed necessary to get what I wanted.”
“Well, what are you waiting for then?” he asked, a sly grin crossing his pale, pointy features. “I’m already undressed.” He threw himself down on the bed and spread his arms and legs wide. She got an eyeful: a pale, leanly muscled chest; long strong legs and arms; and everything else in between. “Have at it.”
“Do you need to make everything sound so sordid?” She ignored Malfoy’s chuckle.
“Granger, you wanted me, you’ve got me.” He waggled his eyebrows. “Can’t get enough of my body, eh?”
She pretended to inspect him as she shrugged off her robes and climbed onto the bed. He was staring intently at her chest. She smirked and continued as if unaware of his sudden interest in parts of her anatomy. “It’s passable, but that’s not what’s important to me.”
“Passable?” Malfoy scowled.
“I told you why I chose you. I know we’ll complement each other.” She looked at him smugly. “Don’t tell me you didn’t like the fact that I was cunning enough to manoeuvre you into this.”
“Well, I never thought you the scheming type. It doesn’t go with your usual bookworm cum librarian look, but it is rather impressive,” he admitted.
“I knew you were smart enough to see it my way.” She shifted and pressed against him, her hand slowly rubbing across his stomach. She heard his breath hitch and inwardly smiled. He wasn’t that uninterested now.
“Did you make a list of my attributes?” he asked.
She nodded.
“How very intriguing, Granger.” He sounded amused, albeit rather breathless.
She moved her hand lower. “I know we’ll be a good fit, Malfoy.” She looked down his torso: he was blatantly enthusiastic now. “Would you like to see the list?”
He reared up and settled himself over her. “Later. Right now, I’d like to see if I can fit this into you.”
She smiled in response.