Tease

War of Words


"I'm sorry"

Hermione blinked once, staring right through Draco. He shifted uncomfortably. The apology had just tumbled out of his mouth. She rose up gingerly and stepped closer to him.

SMACK

"Ow! What the hell?" Draco flinched as he rubbed his raw jaw and glared at Hermione's icy face.

"I said I was sorry!"

She scoffed. "Oh well that makes it ALL better. Should I lay myself before you and thank you for your most gracious apology?"

He sneered.

"You can't humiliate me with those spiteful lies and get away with a pathetic apology," she hissed.

Draco narrowed his eyes. "You know very well that they weren't all lies"

She gasped, her eyes flaming. "You know what? You can just shove that sorry right back up your pureblood ass"

"You little mu-"

"Don't even start - this is all your fault"

"My fault? You're the one who started the rumors and suggested some things about-"

"Your sexuality?" she taunted.

"Which is perfectly straight"

"You know we're in a modern world, you can be free with your relationships," she smiled.

"If you knew some of the thoughts I harbor, you wouldn't have any doubts as to which way I swing," he said dangerously.

Her face flamed. What type of thoughts...

"At least I'm not the most likely to give others STDs," she mumbled.

"Stop attacking me," he muttered, irritated.

"Me attack you?" she asked in disbelief. "From day one, it's been mudblood this, bookworm that, prissy little Gryffindor"

Draco frowned. "Well you certainly haven't been prissy lately"

She frowned. "I was trying to teach you a lesson"

His lip twitched. "On your anatomy?"

Hermione sighed irritably.

"I have to admit, I didn't anticipate you having that many curves," he said, his eyes trailing down her body.

"Pervert," she muttered, her stomach tingling. He grinned back.

"If it isn't for sale, don't advertise it," he replied.

"I can advertise all I want," she said stubbornly.

"Well then, you better be prepared for the consequences," he smirked.

"Like?" she asked defiantly, pressing up against him, challenging him.

Draco smiled amusedly. He gripped her arms and bent his head until their faces were almost touching. Her chest tightened as his tight muscles flexed against her. Her eyes fluttered and she willed herself to remain calm and stare right back into his eyes.

"Be glad that I didn't respond to that," he said cooly.

Her pent up breath left in relief as he stepped away from her.


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Hermione shivered again, remembering his words. She was still seething, but her temper had been toned down.
His apology hadn't been nearly enough for her to forgive him. She half wished he hadn't been so sincere. It would be so much easier to fight back if he had been sarcastic.

Her eyes blinked alert as he walked into the room, following his lazy steps. The grey orbs flickered onto her and his lips curled into a smirk.

Doesn't he know how to button up his shirt Hermione wrinkled her nose.

He smiled at her as if to say, 'I know what you're thinking.'

'Well why don't you tell me what I'm thinking,' she cocked her head.

He chuckled.

"Anything interesting happen lately?"

She glared, trying to ignore his taunt. "Well, Slytherin lost against Gryffindor..."

He sneered.

"...again"

He made a loud sound of denial. Hermione looked smugly at him.

"Anything else?" he whispered and she jerked back, looking suspiciously at him. When had he moved this close?

"You're not afraid of me are you Granger?"

She looked highly affronted. "N-no!"

She cursed herself for the quiver in her voice.

He reached over her shoulder and she stood still. His hot breath hit her like a bludger as he grabbed his robes and pulled his hand back, letting the silk fabric glide against her skin.

"Good"