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Night

Door. Hands grasped, clutching each other, and it swung open. Darkness. His mouth, hot and wet. Hers, opening. Wands hitting the floor, one, two thumps on the carpet. Across the room, waiting empty bed. His knees buckled as she slid her hand into his trousers.

Clothes off, his searing kisses burning their way down. Back arching, her hair tumbling across his blanket. Shadows and skin on skin. Somewhere down the hall, a sharp laugh, a retort, but they ignored both sounds. Gasps, shudders, a whispered, “Please.” Sighs, rapid breaths, moans. 

They did not need light to see each other ignite.

Optometry

She read so much that it was a wonder she hadn’t had to wear glasses before this. Magic could only do so much, however – Potter still wore his.

Draco studied her over the top of his coffee cup. She wore a look of intense concentration. Her hair was gathered atop her head. It was damn sexy, he had to admit.

“What are you staring at?” Hermione asked without looking up.

He scooped up another bite of cereal, smirking. “Just indulging in another naughty librarian fantasy.”

“I didn’t know you’d had a crush on Madam Pince,” she said sweetly.

Draco choked.

Princess

“That is the ugliest cat I’ve ever seen,” Harry remarked, shaking his head.

“Worse than Crookshanks, even,” Ron said dolefully.

“She seems to have a fine talent for choosing hideous pets,” Draco murmured.

Ginny hissed, “Shh, she’s coming!”

They all smiled brightly as Hermione emerged from the shop, cuddling the horrid thing with a look of absolute delight. Draco suppressed a wince and, with a piteous glance at the others, reached out to pet Hermione’s cat…

Five seconds later, he clutched his bloody hand, cursing and already plotting revenge on his new rival, while Harry and Ron laughed themselves silly.

Question

The evening was a disaster – the Floo network hadn’t been working, the waiter had jumbled their orders, and Draco’s jacket went missing from the cloak room. Nonetheless, his heart was pounding with anticipation.

He’d hoped for somewhere romantic like the gardens at the Manor, but they were on the bloody Tube instead, and he couldn’t wait any longer. He had to know.

“Marry me, Granger?”

His hair was dripping in his face, they were jostled on all sides by Muggles, and it was mad and noisy and perfect when she turned her shining eyes up to him and said yes.

Regret

She knew that Lucius Malfoy was very proud. It was in the way he held himself, the way he spoke, and the way he coldly ignored the stares and murmurs whenever he appeared on the streets. 

Certain things went unspoken around her. Yet, Lucius had that room totally remodeled. His Christmas gift to her was an antique copy of The Book of the Dead. He even embraced her briefly before they departed back to school.

He would never say it out loud. Hermione was a smart witch, however, and knew that there were many ways to give someone an apology.

Stupefied

Draco wearily hoisted his satchel over his shoulder and trudged out of the Astronomy hall towards his dormitory, glad to be finished with exams for the immediate future. 

The common room was empty. Where was everyone? Shrugging, Draco went to his room and opened the door. Loud screams of “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” from Hermione, Luna, and the rest of their university friends filled the hall of the dorm and echoed out into the quad.

Hermione had to conjure a glass of water and splash it in his face to revive him. He was still blinking in shock when they started singing.