The Last Time

The Last Time

Hermione danced on her toes as her hand hovered in a fist inches away from the heavy door. She shouldn't be here and especially not on Christmas Eve of all nights. She stared at the dark door.

No wreath. Of course not, that wasn't his style.

She took a large breath and brought her knuckles sharply against the gleaming wood twice. Hermione glanced around quickly, making sure that no one noticed she was here; if need be, she could excuse it away on Ministry business, but there had already been too many excuses in the past. She bit her lip and lifted herself onto the balls of her feet before rocking back anxiously. She was glad she was still in her flats instead of the heels in her bag. She clutched it a bit tighter to her. She shouldn't be here. She should be at home, getting ready.

Her heart was in her throat and she was about to turn away when the dark door opened.

He stood there, one hand on the door, holding it open and his grey eyes widened only slightly, the only change in his expression at the sight of her. He took a moment, holding her in his hazy gaze before indolently leaning against the doorway and shoved his hands in the pockets of his black trousers.

"What are you doing here, Granger?" His voice was low and strong.

Hermione's stomach did several backflips and landed shakily somewhere it shouldn't have. "I..." she knew the answer, he knew the answer too. He just wanted her to say it.

"Let me guess," he sneered. "Weasley got you a shit gift and you decided to get yourself something you reallywanted instead."

Hermione blushed as he raised one perfectly blond eyebrow and chewed on the inside of his lip, watching her reaction.

"Ron hasn't given me his gift yet," Hermione breathed out. That's why she was here, after all.

Draco chuckled and shook his head slightly before lifting his eyes back to hers. "You know I hate repeating myself," he said in that low voice again. "What are you doing here?"

Hermione swallowed dryly and it took all of her Gryffindor courage to hold his smoldering gaze. "You know why I'm here." Draco surveyed her carefully, but Hermione was able to catch the blacks of his eyes expanded into the silver lining around them. "Can I come in?"

"No."

Hermione's heart skipped a beat and something inside her, maybe her spine, fell down.

"No?"

Draco shook his head. "You can't keep coming back here. You can't keep doing this to me."

"I know," Hermione said quickly. "I know, it's just..."

"Just what?" He prompted after a moment of silence.

Hermione looked up at him and opened her mouth to speak, but the words failed to come out.

"Fuck," Draco hissed and his shoulders tensed. "Close that fucking mouth before I put it to use, Granger."

Heat flared in Hermione and she sucked in a quick breath before doing just what he said and closed her mouth, pinching her lips together tightly. He was staring at her lips, pupils blown out as his chest rose and fell quickly.

Hermione pushed her luck. "Are you sure I can't come in?"

Draco's eyes cut up to hers and she felt like she could fall into their darkness with how large his pupils were.

"You'll come in only far enough for me to close the door. Then you'll get on your knees. Understood?" He pulled his hands from his pockets and stood up straight, towering over her.