Dramione Blurb
I realize that these blurbs are quickly turning into a pretty elaborate story. Alas, it is what it is. They are all posted onto my AO3 and can be read in order here.
A Confrontation.
In which Draco really hates McLaggen.
Hermione felt detached from her body, as she swept into the kitchen. In the arm of a man she had absolutely no interest in. Cormac was a pompous sort of wizard that thought much too highly of himself.
But so was Malfoy.
But Cormac didn’t kiss like Malfoy did. He didn’t set her body abuzz with adrenaline and anticipation. He didn’t cause her mind to become submerged in the memory of one single kiss. The kiss that left her blistered and damaged. Like she had been sunburned and there was no ointment to cure the long lingering effects of that one kiss.
It had, she had determined, been the thing behind her failed relationship with Ron.
Behind a small handful of failed one night stands.
Like she had continued to search for that thing that would challenge Malfoy’s kiss. That might put it to shame.
None of them did. Nobody ever came close.
Draco Malfoy’s kiss had put every other mans touch to shame.
But he didn’t ever do more than that one kiss. He never sought her out. He didn’t owl. He didn’t Floo.
He all but disappeared from her life.
And now he was here and he was acting like a jealous ex-lover.
And she wanted to scream at him. She wanted to hate him. She did, hate him that is. At least, she told herself she did.
She used Cormac, of course she did. She took advantage of his attraction to her.
And threw it in Draco’s face.
Something about a jealous Draco caused her skin to tighten. It caused her stomach to dip, like she was flying towards the ground.
Her mouth moved on its own, her mind deep in the memory of Draco’s kiss. Of the way his eyes burned into her when he told her she looked lovely.
Cormac was suddenly brushing his lips to the side of her face as he handed her a new glass of champagne.
Her entire body jolted at the touch. Recoiled.
She took a small step back and lifted the glass to her mouth. But she felt it.
The shift in the room, that jolt of electricity as Draco entered the kitchen.
His presence loomed large in the cramped quarters.
There were a few old friends sitting at the table, playing cards, drinking and gambling. She thinks it was Earnie McMillan and Katie Bell. But she didn’t actually look around when she entered the kitchen.
“I heard about your promotion.” Hermione said, leaning away from another advance of his lips.
Draco was examining the assortment of alcohol at the kitchen island. But she knew he was watching them. How could she not feel that gaze on her?
“Oh, you did?” Cormac sounded quite proud of himself. Like Hermione had sought out the information about him.
She hadn’t, of course. Harry had complained for an entire week about the git getting a position that gave him more power than he deserved. Called him a lousy Auror. A kiss ass. Dawlish’s lap dog.
Hermione had remembered laughing at Harry’s rants. Had thoroughly enjoyed watching her friend get frazzled as they attempted to watch a movie in London.
“I did. Do you enjoy it?”
Cormac’s hand grazed her cheek as he pushed a lock of hair from her face.
She shifted away from him, feigning interest in the card game unfolding behind them.
Draco picked up a bottle of Fire Whiskey, and summoned a short glass.
“I do. I get to prosecute dark wizards. I’m working on a case, now, as a matter of fact, that will put at least a dozen wizards in jail. There’s a ring of dark wizards still working beneath the scenes.”
“There is?” She glanced over her shoulder. And found stormy grey eyes looking directly into hers.
“Yes, but I’m not here to talk about work, Hermione.” Cormac’s hand grazed her lower back. He moved closer. He was determined to kiss her. She could feel it. She leaned away but his hand pressed firmly into her back, now. He leaned toward her. His eyes were aimed at her lips.
She froze, unable to decide if she wanted to go this far. Was she really willing to allow Cormac McLaggen to kiss and paw at her again. All in an effort to piss off Draco Malfoy?
“You’re telling me that you are the lead prosecutor for the DMLE?” Draco’s voice cut into the air. It was sharp and wrought with disgust.
Cormac pulled away from Hermione, turned to face Draco. “That’s right.” His chest puffed up, his shoulders thrown back.
“Scraping the barrel then, weren’t they?”
Angry tension engulfed the kitchen. Earnie and Katie stopped playing, falling quiet as they watched the scene unfold.
Hermione stepped away from Cormac. She watched Draco.
The way he tossed the contents of his glass into the back of his throat. The way he slammed the glass onto the countertop before refilling it.
“Like you’re one to talk, Malfoy.” He laughed bitterly. “Former Death Eater turned Auror? If anyone was scraped from the bottom of a barrel, it was you. What could have possibly led Dawlish to chose someone as tragic as you?”
Draco’s eyes burned into Cormac before he glanced at Hermione.
She was scowling at Cormac’s words. She was fighting the need to step in and stand up for Malfoy.
But he looked down to his glass, a lock of hair falling over his forehead. He stared hard at the liquid in his glass before he tossed it into his mouth. Swallowed it quick and then sent it flying across the room.
It hit Cormac in the head but didn’t break.
Cormac launched himself over the counter at Draco.
Hermione didn’t know if she should laugh or cry. She did neither, in the end. Instead, she watched as Draco side stepped Cormac, catching him by the arm. He whirled Cormac around and pinned him to the floor.
“Do you think she likes you, McLaggen?” Draco hissed as he bent over him, twisting his arm behind his back. “Think you have a shot with her?”
“Do you think you do?” Cormac scoffed. “The former Death Eater who used to spit on her? Hermione Granger would never stoop so low.”
Draco leaned closer, his lips almost erotically close to Cormac’s ear. “Who says she hasn’t already?”
“Malfoy!” Hermione hissed.
Cormac jerked against the hold. His wand suddenly appeared. He aimed it at Draco’s throat.
“Oi!” Harry barked into the kitchen. “Put that wand down, McLaggen.” His own wand was held out, pointed at the man twisted into Draco’s hold.
“Your partner attacked me.”
“I offered him a drink.”
Earnie snorted loudly. Hermione closed her eyes.
“You are holding a deadly weapon to his throat. Threatening a wizard in my home. I can take you in for that, alone.”
“I have the right to defend myself.” Draco added, his eyes twinkling as he looked over at Hermione.
“Let him go, Malfoy.” Harry sighed. A long, sufferable sigh full of fatigue.
Draco hesitated and then released the man, shoving him away.
Cormac straightened his suit as he sneered at Malfoy. “You just made a huge mistake, Malfoy.”
“Your entire existence is a huge mistake, McLaggen.” Draco sounded bored. But his eyes burned like silver as he watched Cormac move back over to Hermione. As he reached out a hand to her.
“Dont,” Draco cut in, his fingers wrapping around the bottle of Fire Whiskey. “Touch her.”
Harry was putting his wand back into his holster but froze at the words.
Cormac scoffed. “I think the witch can speak for herself.” He continued to hold his hand out. “Let’s get out of here, Hermione.”
She stared, wide-eyed, at the outstretched hand. Looked at Draco as he watched her. He was drinking directly from the bottle.
Hermione looked at Harry, who shook his head, completely lost.
“I think I need some fresh air.” She turned away and left the kitchen.
Luna and Ginny found her first and together, they drank the entire bottle of champagne as he watched the breeze play over the lillies Harry had planted when he took over the house.
Listened as Ginny, in an attempt to distract Hermione from spiraling, ranted and vented about Harry deciding on a June wedding. When she finished her rant, Hermione turned to her friend.
“I thought this entire party was to celebrate the fact that you two had finally chosen a date.”
Ginny gulped and sent her a sheepish little grin.
“Oh, right. About that.”
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“Maybe she just needs a good shag,” Ron states jokingly while he shovels food into his mouth. Hermione hears Harry and Ginny whisper to him to shut up, knowing that he just woke up a sleeping bear.
“What did you just say?” She stands and glares at him from across the room. She takes another gulp of fire whiskey and slowly walks over to him to see if she heard him clearly.
“What? It’s true.” He chuckles, biting down on a piece of toast. “I could help you out. You know? Just like old times.” Ginny smacks him on the back of his head and he sends her a dirty look, trying to rub the pain away.
The anger rises in Hermione’s abdomen and she skin flushes knowing that Malfoy is here to witness what Ron believed he had the audacity to say. “Actually Ron, I don’t think you could help me out. You know why?” She leans her hands on the table. Ron shakes his head quietly in fear, knowing that he screwed up by opening his mouth. “Maybe it’s because whenever I have gone to you for a hookup, it was because I hoped that there would be improvement. That maybe you’ve learned over time how to actually please a woman. You’re a selfish prick in bed, never giving a fuck about pleasing anyone but yourself. Hell, I don’t even think you know where the fuck the bloody clit is, Ron, because you sure have never found mine! Not a single bloody orgasm! My fucking hands can do a better job than you can!”
She stares at his bright red face, eyes wide in embarrassment, and she realizes that she is panting in anger. Harry and Ginny’s eyes and mouths are wide open in either shock or amusement. Malfoy’s fist is covering his mouth—a hint of a smile on his face—trying to stifle his laughter.
Hermione pushes away from the table and straightens herself out. “So, no. I will not be needing a shag from you. I’m not that fucking desperate.” She concludes her answer and turns away from the table, walking back to nurture her glass of fire whiskey sitting on the coffee table by the couch.
The Art of Deflection by wiz_a10
Chapter 13/?
Please do not take offense to this Ron bashing. It is for comedic purposes and character development. I love Ron so much as a character in general. He will turn out to be a great character in this story eventually. Like I said it’s just for character development for both Ron and Hermione. ❤️❤️
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Dramione Drabble
Originally posted on twt
Auror Draco/Healer Dramione
“I don’t like you right now” Hermione mutters as she continues to wrap the injured auror’s shoulder in bandages.
She knew he was hiding something when he left this morning. She should have known it was the danger of the mission he was being sent on.
“Come on, love” he tried again to grab her hands but she shook them off.
“Look Draco,” she started and he knew he was in trouble because after 10 years together the sound of his given name felt foreign to his ears. “I’m not asking for the moon here. I just need to know you’re safe!”
He sighs. She’s right. Of course she is and she knows it. “Ok love, I’ll keep you informed. It wasn’t supposed to be anything dangerous today but we got a hit on the Lestrange case and we had to act fast. I couldn’t get word to you before we all left the office this morning.”
The logical part of her brain knew that. The emotional part of her brain just wanted to make sure her fiancé was safe. “Alright.” She sighed finishing up the bandages.
He pulls her into his arms and breathes in the smell of her shampoo. Relishing in the scent of home. As she melts into his arms. The stress of the day finally leaving her shoulders.
“I’m still going to complain to Harry.” She mutters into his chest.
“You wouldn’t be you if you didn’t.” He chuckles. Letting her go so he can grab her hand as they both make their way out of St. Mungos.
“I love you, you know?” She says looking up at him.
“You’d better.” He replies with a smirk. “Or else the wedding next month is going to be really awkward.”
They both laugh as they make their way home. Together. Safe. Exactly how it should be.
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