Unexpected
Oct. 17th, 2003 09:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
amfiguree[Het] [Harry Potter] [Draco/Hermione (What the?!)] [PG-13 for weird themes]
Unexpected
The strange thing about their relationship was their intense, searing need to constantly insult each other.
Perhaps, this was their way of making sure no one would know.
No one *could* know.
They would keep this between the two of them, and the two of them alone, they vowed.
But they were very, very wrong.
And Draco knew it, knew they had not been careful enough, when Ron and Harry banged down the door to the toilet cubicle he was in and demanded a 'damn good explanation' for the sorry state his girlfriend was in and what the hell was he thinking, 'treating her like that'?
Ron was still throwing up slugs when they finally left him in peace.
Draco stood there, stunned for a moment, before he left to look for Hermione, and found her sitting outside, knees pulled up to her chest.
"Granger."
His voice was still cool, but his calm demeanor cracked when she refused to turn to meet his eyes.
"Granger?" He dropped to the ground next to her, hopefully.
No response.
"Hermione."
She shifted slightly, turning so she could see him, just barely, out of the corner of her eye.
There was a long pause. Then... "You've never called me that before."
Draco exhaled shakily. It was safe. "I know."
"I'm sorry," she sighed, leaning back against him as his arms circled her waist instinctively, the first time they had ever made any intimate physical contact.
Draco simple kissed her temple, but even then, Hermione could feel the smile her words had caused on his face.
They were both proud, and for either of them to apologize was no mere feat. Draco knew this, and accepted it. "I am, too."
There was a moment of thoughtful silence.
"I... like it better when we're arguing." Hermione admitted slowly, breaking the silence again.
Draco breathed a sigh of relief, simply getting up and with a curt nod of the head, said, "I'll see you, Granger."
Hermione's fingers were clenched around the handkerchief he had stuffed into her hands as he walked away. "Bastard. I can take care of myself fine." Even then, a smile lingered on her lips.
-fin-
Unexpected
The strange thing about their relationship was their intense, searing need to constantly insult each other.
Perhaps, this was their way of making sure no one would know.
No one *could* know.
They would keep this between the two of them, and the two of them alone, they vowed.
But they were very, very wrong.
And Draco knew it, knew they had not been careful enough, when Ron and Harry banged down the door to the toilet cubicle he was in and demanded a 'damn good explanation' for the sorry state his girlfriend was in and what the hell was he thinking, 'treating her like that'?
Ron was still throwing up slugs when they finally left him in peace.
Draco stood there, stunned for a moment, before he left to look for Hermione, and found her sitting outside, knees pulled up to her chest.
"Granger."
His voice was still cool, but his calm demeanor cracked when she refused to turn to meet his eyes.
"Granger?" He dropped to the ground next to her, hopefully.
No response.
"Hermione."
She shifted slightly, turning so she could see him, just barely, out of the corner of her eye.
There was a long pause. Then... "You've never called me that before."
Draco exhaled shakily. It was safe. "I know."
"I'm sorry," she sighed, leaning back against him as his arms circled her waist instinctively, the first time they had ever made any intimate physical contact.
Draco simple kissed her temple, but even then, Hermione could feel the smile her words had caused on his face.
They were both proud, and for either of them to apologize was no mere feat. Draco knew this, and accepted it. "I am, too."
There was a moment of thoughtful silence.
"I... like it better when we're arguing." Hermione admitted slowly, breaking the silence again.
Draco breathed a sigh of relief, simply getting up and with a curt nod of the head, said, "I'll see you, Granger."
Hermione's fingers were clenched around the handkerchief he had stuffed into her hands as he walked away. "Bastard. I can take care of myself fine." Even then, a smile lingered on her lips.
-fin-
