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lokifan_import) wrote2010-04-16 09:10 pm
lokifan_import) wrote2010-04-16 09:10 pm
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My Mistake
Title: My Mistake
Author:lokifan
Word count: ~300
Characters/pairings: Hermione/Draco. Really. I can’t believe it either.
Rating: very soft R
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: The boys and girls belong to JKR, even though I’m often much nicer to them than she is.
Author’s Notes: This was written forsortinghatdrabs; the pairing was Draco/Hermione and the prompt was my mistake to make. I kept trying to write something angsty and reflective of both their flaws, but it just wanted to be hopeful and cute. IDEK.
“So I told Ron and Harry,” Hermione said.
She was naked, lounging on cotton sheets with her arms crossed under her head. Draco was drinking in her breasts, examining the stretch marks and the dark shape of her nipples and the wonderful, heavy curves, and her voice was calm. It took him a moment to register what she’d said.
“You what?!”
“I told them about this.” Hermione waved a hand between them; the gesture somehow took it all in. How he’d made sad eyes at her, sitting pale and drawn in the Ministry cafeteria between hearings as he fought for his father’s soul. She’d bought him coffee. She’d been aggressively competent, her arms full of legal papers and her eyes full of the certainty of self-reliance; her hair smelt lovely.
And he’d known that if Hermione helped him, he could save his father from the Kiss.
So he’d charmed her – more by his failure to be suave than by his wit – and ranted about the mishandling of his father’s trial. Her passion for justice and his big grey eyes had done the rest.
But if her friends knew –
“What did they say?” Are you going to listen?
“That you’re here out of some ulterior motive, that you’ll hurt me. That this is a mistake.”
“But you didn’t listen,” Draco said, wanting reassurance.
She smiled at him, her eyes chocolate-dark, sweet and close. “Even if it’s true, you’re my mistake to make.”
His throat closed up; his face froze so that he could barely smile, though his soul was singing.
I need to make my own mistakes. Not my father’s.
“Hermione, I need to tell you something.”
Author:
lokifan Word count: ~300
Characters/pairings: Hermione/Draco. Really. I can’t believe it either.
Rating: very soft R
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: The boys and girls belong to JKR, even though I’m often much nicer to them than she is.
Author’s Notes: This was written for
sortinghatdrabs; the pairing was Draco/Hermione and the prompt was my mistake to make. I kept trying to write something angsty and reflective of both their flaws, but it just wanted to be hopeful and cute. IDEK.“So I told Ron and Harry,” Hermione said.
She was naked, lounging on cotton sheets with her arms crossed under her head. Draco was drinking in her breasts, examining the stretch marks and the dark shape of her nipples and the wonderful, heavy curves, and her voice was calm. It took him a moment to register what she’d said.
“You what?!”
“I told them about this.” Hermione waved a hand between them; the gesture somehow took it all in. How he’d made sad eyes at her, sitting pale and drawn in the Ministry cafeteria between hearings as he fought for his father’s soul. She’d bought him coffee. She’d been aggressively competent, her arms full of legal papers and her eyes full of the certainty of self-reliance; her hair smelt lovely.
And he’d known that if Hermione helped him, he could save his father from the Kiss.
So he’d charmed her – more by his failure to be suave than by his wit – and ranted about the mishandling of his father’s trial. Her passion for justice and his big grey eyes had done the rest.
But if her friends knew –
“What did they say?” Are you going to listen?
“That you’re here out of some ulterior motive, that you’ll hurt me. That this is a mistake.”
“But you didn’t listen,” Draco said, wanting reassurance.
She smiled at him, her eyes chocolate-dark, sweet and close. “Even if it’s true, you’re my mistake to make.”
His throat closed up; his face froze so that he could barely smile, though his soul was singing.
I need to make my own mistakes. Not my father’s.
“Hermione, I need to tell you something.”
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It is pretty funny, mostly because Kirk has to listen each time they do it, and Spock is all methodical and they're all very male about it but are most definitely NOT enjoying it *eye roll*