|the love criminal (hecticity) wrote in hp_traditions,|
@ 2009-05-10 00:20:00
|Entry tags:||2009, draco/hermione, pg13|
Happy traditions, kalina_blue!
My apologies again. I have three days left of school before I graduate and my head is not screwed on properly at the moment... I'll do my best to post as regularly as possible.
Title: Midnight Kiss
Gift For: kalina_blue
Summary: When the Ministry throws a New Year’s Eve party, all Draco can think about is his midnight kiss...
Rating: PG-13 for language and kissing
Warnings: Slightly OOC
Author's notes: Yay, I finished! I really hope you like it recipient. I tried my best to include everything you asked for and I hope I succeeded. :D I would like your honest opinion. And everyone else… ENJOY!
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That was the first word that came to Draco’s mind as he stared around the large ballroom inside of the Ministry of Magic. They’d decorated everything in blinding shades of gold. Golden candles, golden tables, golden curtains draped over the windows…
They even had golden silverware. The place was like an Egyptian tomb, for Salazar’s sake.
The hue, though vivid, was not nearly as dazzling as her, however.
Hermione Granger stood, her back to him, in a white gown, brown curls flowing down her back, the slight amount of frizz that she was never able to tame shinning in the candle light.
His mouth went dry.
He’d seen her earlier, offered a discreet nod, but hadn’t said a word. It was safer that way. They’d been together for longer than he would have ever thought possible but only the two of them knew. Secrets, not lies, they always told each other. It was just better, simpler, if the rest of the world didn’t know about their relationship.
But still, he couldn’t seem to take his eyes off her. She was gorgeous and he wondered why he hadn’t ever seen it before. Cut that. He knew why; his family’s misguided, erroneous, over-glorified notions on blood superiority. Distorted values that he was taught, and had once believed, but that were now history. In the most literal sense.
The war was over and had been for nearly a year. The rebuilding was nearly done and the Wizarding World was, once again, standing back on its feet. The only thing left to do was help the people, help society. Those wounds were still a bit too fresh. Hence the party; a New Years celebration hosted by the Ministry. A function to help unite the past and the present.
He felt the heat of Potter’s stare before he saw him. Their eyes met, just for a moment, too long for either to feel comfortable. He knew he’d been caught staring at her again, but he couldn’t quite summon the energy to care. Instead, he gave a twisted smirk, leered at her for a second longer, and finally made his way to the other end of the room to chat up the head of the Department of Mysteries.
It was nearly ten p.m. on New Year’s Eve and everyone had dressed to the nines. Even Weasley had managed to look halfway decent; presentable enough to make it into the building anyway.
Two more hours to go and then he could ditch the bloody party and head back home to his big, warm bed, where Hermione would no doubt be waiting so he could have his wicked way with her.
That was the plan at least. A damn good one, too, if he said so himself.
But two hours! He couldn’t wait that long. He didn’t want to wait that long. And Draco Malfoy was used to getting what he wanted.
Granger was at the top of the list.
It would be easy to get her alone, drag her to some secluded area in the Ministry and do oh-so naughty things on some stranger’s desk.
He had to swallow just thinking about it.
As smoothly as he could, Draco ended his conversation and excused himself to the loo. He wasn’t really going to the loo. At least not alone.
His route was strategically planned to lead him right past her and as he gently pushed his way through the throng of people, his fingers lightly danced across the top of her beautiful arse, the wispy material of her dress sending sparks through his finger tips.
She tensed, only for a second, and he knew she got the message. Cockily he strode towards the bathroom, a mischievous smirk in place. She was watching him, her eyes narrowed, wondering what he was up to. She’d find out soon enough.
There was only one man in the loo when Draco poked his head in. He was muttering to himself and furiously scrubbing at his tie where a large red spot stained the front. Not even close to midnight yet and already the guests were getting wasted enough to spill their wine on themselves.
Letting the door swing shut, Draco held his spot outside and watched for the fuzzy brown hair coming towards him. She didn’t act suspicious in anyway but he could tell she was nervous. They’d never really interacted much in public together, the risk of someone finding out their secret too great. But he was sick of hiding her. Sick of hiding himself.
He moved himself in the tiny nook by the bathroom door. She noticed, smiled at people she passed by, and finally squeezed in beside him.
And then he kissed her, dragging her body as close to his as possible. She started to let out a protest but his mouth kept her quiet and eventually she melted into him. The kiss only fueled the fire, though.
“Draco, stop, what are you doing?” She whispered, her mouth still near his, still wanting the connection.
“Fuck, Granger, you look so good tonight. This dress is delicious. You shouldn’t have worn it.” He growled.
Hermione let out an almost silent laugh. But he could feel her blush as she rested her cheek against his own and he knew she liked the compliment. He didn’t do it as nearly as often as he should have and he was determined to rectify that.
“If you like it so much, then why shouldn’t I have worn it? I think I got the reaction I wanted.”
He squeezed her hips.
“Yeah, from me and every other bloke in the room. They are all looking at you, you little minx. This should be for my eyes only.”
He slowly stroked his hands up her sides, his thumbs brushing the sides of her breasts. Her body shuddered but she pulled away slightly.
“I can show this to whomever I want Draco Malfoy, and no one, certainly not you, will stop me.” He loved the determination in her eyes, the fight she felt whenever he pushed her, even just a little.
“I love when you get angry.”
He kissed her again and though she didn’t want to, she forced him away.
“Draco, seriously, we can’t do this here. Anyone could see.”
He sighed, knowing she was right. But he wasn’t defeated yet. He would have her and she would like it.
“Let them. If you are going to show off in that dress, they might as well see the rest of the show, too.” He was joking, egging her on, and they both knew it.
“If you don’t behave you might not even get to participate in the show later on.”
She laughed and the sound felt just as good as if she were to stroke him through his pants.
“Hermione, I’ve never had a midnight kiss. You’ll be my first.”
She batted at him with her hand and he caught it in his own.
“There won’t be any kissing when the clock strikes twelve tonight. We are in the middle of the Ministry.” Her chiding, though light, was completely serious. When the seconds counted down and everyone waited on bated breath, they wouldn’t be able to kiss and cheer with the rest of them. The war might have ended but people weren’t ready to see Hermione Granger, sympathetic war hero, and Draco Malfoy, former Death Eater, together.
“You know I only wore this for you.” She whispered, bringing him away from his saddened thoughts.
Their eyes met, her cheeks still slightly pink, most probably from alcohol, and his glazed over with lust and other undefined emotions. She gave him a peck and he held her in place to take more. But, finally, she managed to untangle herself from his arms and, resolutely, he let her go.
She left and he watched her, knowing she thought she’d managed to escape. But he was a sneaky little snake and he’d get her back. Soon enough.