Caught.
Another Dramione Drabble.
Title: Caught.
Rating/Warnings: Sexual activities/relationship implied. PG-13ish.
Characters/Pairing: Draco/Hermione, feat. Ron and Harry
Summary: A crash in the common room leads to a confrontation.
Word Count: 948
Author's Notes: For Hogwarts is Home Writer's Block Challenge #20: What's That Sound?
Hermione sat upright in bed, her hand reaching to the nightstand for her wand.
“Draco? Did you hear that?”
The blonde rolled over, leaning bleary eyed on one arm, staring up at his girlfriend. At the stern look on her face, he sat up, turning on a light. Swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, he got out his wand. Grabbing a pair of silk green pajama pants from the floor, he headed down to the common room to see what the noise had been.
As Head Students, Draco and Hermione technically shared a common room and had their own bedrooms, but more often than not they ended up in Draco's room. It seemed though that tonight that would come back to bite them.
Draco reached the bottom of the staircase leading into the common room, wand casually twirling in his fingers, ready to tell the house elf that cleaned their common room to keep it down. When he looked up though, he was speechless. Standing before him were Potter and Weasel. Weasel was on the floor, and it looked like he had tripped over one of Hermione's books she had left on the floor the evening prior. Potter was helping him up until both noticed Draco standing at the foot of the stairs.
Somehow finding his voice, he spoke.
“What the hell are you two doing in here?”
Potter was the first to speak, Weasel looked fit to burst.
“We need to speak to Hermione, and she's not in her room.”
“Well, that's a surprise...you check the library? Granger seems to live in there.”
Draco feigned ignorance. It was all he could do. Potter and Weasel still didn't know about their relationship, and Hermione hadn't found the right time to sit them down and explain the...situation to them.
“We checked. She's not there, and no one else has seen her.”
The fates had to be having a grand old time, because at that moment, Hermione decided to join Draco on the stairs. It might not have been as bad if she hadn't chosen to put on one of his clearly Slytherin green shirts to come down the stairs in and nothing else. Poor thing only looked about half awake, and apparently hadn't yet noticed their visitors, who were both now gaping like fish out of water. Weasel was turning purple, which under normal circumstances Draco would have found hilarious.
“Draco, did you figure out what that noise was? Did Dobby knock over the lamp again?”
She rubbed her eyes, and finally seemed to look up and survey the common room. Now she was turning various shades of red, and Draco hastily pulled her into his arms as Weasel began to sputter. She took a deep breath, relaxing in his arms.
“Ron, Harry, it's not...well, I'd say it actually is what it looks like.”
Weasel continues to sputter out expletives, but Potter finally managed to form a coherent sentence.
“Well...just so we're clear Hermione, can you please tell me what exactly it looks like then? Just so we're clear of course...because I really hope I'm seeing things.”
Draco held her a bit tighter as she cleared her throat, and brushed a strand of hair out her eyes. He didn't get to appreciate it enough, but sex hair looked lovely on Hermione. Sleakeazy's was the last thing that gorgeous head of hair needed.
“Draco and I are together...as in a relationship.”
And Weasel completely lost it.
“HERMIONE YOU'VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME! IT'S MALFOY. ENEMIES SINCE WE GOT HERE. What were you thinking? Seriously, have you lost your mind? Is he using Imperio on you?”
Hermione surprised them all with what happened next. Pulling out of Draco's arms, she marched toward her best friends.
“Draco, unlike you, has matured since the war. Now, you can either accept this, or risk our friendship. I don't want that Ronald, but if it comes to it, I want to be happy.”
“But Hermione it's...”
“No buts Ronald. I'll talk to you both at breakfast. For now, get out of my common room. I'll be changing the password before breakfast.”
Unhappily, though looking a bit scared, the two men vacated the common room, leaving Draco and Hermione alone again. Sighing, she sat down on one of the couches, head in her hands. Draco followed suit, pulling her into his lap and kissing her softly.
“I know that wasn't the way you wanted to tell them...but now it's done. That's good isn't it?”
She leaned back into his chest, staring blankly up at the ceiling.
“It wasn't ideal, but I suppose it did the job. I had hoped they would take it better, granted they didn't try to curse you like I imagined a few times, but it was still negative.”
“We knew that was likely to happen, but we'll handle it. Hell, we still have to tell my parents. Which...considering the whole school will know after breakfast likely, we should do soon.” Hermione groaned at the prospect.
“When you get mad and think about it, you can blame the Weasel, he's the one who fell over your books.”
“He never was the most graceful...but I suppose it was for the good.”
“That it was...now,” Draco said, standing up off the couch with a glance at the clock, carrying Hermione in his arms, “it's just after five, and it's a Saturday morning. I say, we go back to bed before dealing with the dragon that breakfast will be.”
Kissing him, Hermione grinned devilishly. “Sounds like a wonderful idea to me.”
Title: Caught.
Rating/Warnings: Sexual activities/relationship implied. PG-13ish.
Characters/Pairing: Draco/Hermione, feat. Ron and Harry
Summary: A crash in the common room leads to a confrontation.
Word Count: 948
Author's Notes: For Hogwarts is Home Writer's Block Challenge #20: What's That Sound?
Hermione sat upright in bed, her hand reaching to the nightstand for her wand.
“Draco? Did you hear that?”
The blonde rolled over, leaning bleary eyed on one arm, staring up at his girlfriend. At the stern look on her face, he sat up, turning on a light. Swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, he got out his wand. Grabbing a pair of silk green pajama pants from the floor, he headed down to the common room to see what the noise had been.
As Head Students, Draco and Hermione technically shared a common room and had their own bedrooms, but more often than not they ended up in Draco's room. It seemed though that tonight that would come back to bite them.
Draco reached the bottom of the staircase leading into the common room, wand casually twirling in his fingers, ready to tell the house elf that cleaned their common room to keep it down. When he looked up though, he was speechless. Standing before him were Potter and Weasel. Weasel was on the floor, and it looked like he had tripped over one of Hermione's books she had left on the floor the evening prior. Potter was helping him up until both noticed Draco standing at the foot of the stairs.
Somehow finding his voice, he spoke.
“What the hell are you two doing in here?”
Potter was the first to speak, Weasel looked fit to burst.
“We need to speak to Hermione, and she's not in her room.”
“Well, that's a surprise...you check the library? Granger seems to live in there.”
Draco feigned ignorance. It was all he could do. Potter and Weasel still didn't know about their relationship, and Hermione hadn't found the right time to sit them down and explain the...situation to them.
“We checked. She's not there, and no one else has seen her.”
The fates had to be having a grand old time, because at that moment, Hermione decided to join Draco on the stairs. It might not have been as bad if she hadn't chosen to put on one of his clearly Slytherin green shirts to come down the stairs in and nothing else. Poor thing only looked about half awake, and apparently hadn't yet noticed their visitors, who were both now gaping like fish out of water. Weasel was turning purple, which under normal circumstances Draco would have found hilarious.
“Draco, did you figure out what that noise was? Did Dobby knock over the lamp again?”
She rubbed her eyes, and finally seemed to look up and survey the common room. Now she was turning various shades of red, and Draco hastily pulled her into his arms as Weasel began to sputter. She took a deep breath, relaxing in his arms.
“Ron, Harry, it's not...well, I'd say it actually is what it looks like.”
Weasel continues to sputter out expletives, but Potter finally managed to form a coherent sentence.
“Well...just so we're clear Hermione, can you please tell me what exactly it looks like then? Just so we're clear of course...because I really hope I'm seeing things.”
Draco held her a bit tighter as she cleared her throat, and brushed a strand of hair out her eyes. He didn't get to appreciate it enough, but sex hair looked lovely on Hermione. Sleakeazy's was the last thing that gorgeous head of hair needed.
“Draco and I are together...as in a relationship.”
And Weasel completely lost it.
“HERMIONE YOU'VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME! IT'S MALFOY. ENEMIES SINCE WE GOT HERE. What were you thinking? Seriously, have you lost your mind? Is he using Imperio on you?”
Hermione surprised them all with what happened next. Pulling out of Draco's arms, she marched toward her best friends.
“Draco, unlike you, has matured since the war. Now, you can either accept this, or risk our friendship. I don't want that Ronald, but if it comes to it, I want to be happy.”
“But Hermione it's...”
“No buts Ronald. I'll talk to you both at breakfast. For now, get out of my common room. I'll be changing the password before breakfast.”
Unhappily, though looking a bit scared, the two men vacated the common room, leaving Draco and Hermione alone again. Sighing, she sat down on one of the couches, head in her hands. Draco followed suit, pulling her into his lap and kissing her softly.
“I know that wasn't the way you wanted to tell them...but now it's done. That's good isn't it?”
She leaned back into his chest, staring blankly up at the ceiling.
“It wasn't ideal, but I suppose it did the job. I had hoped they would take it better, granted they didn't try to curse you like I imagined a few times, but it was still negative.”
“We knew that was likely to happen, but we'll handle it. Hell, we still have to tell my parents. Which...considering the whole school will know after breakfast likely, we should do soon.” Hermione groaned at the prospect.
“When you get mad and think about it, you can blame the Weasel, he's the one who fell over your books.”
“He never was the most graceful...but I suppose it was for the good.”
“That it was...now,” Draco said, standing up off the couch with a glance at the clock, carrying Hermione in his arms, “it's just after five, and it's a Saturday morning. I say, we go back to bed before dealing with the dragon that breakfast will be.”
Kissing him, Hermione grinned devilishly. “Sounds like a wonderful idea to me.”