Dramione One Shots

1. Workplace Hazards

Disclaimer: these are posted in the order they were written (so the first one is the oldest and the last one is the newest) as such, my writing has improved over the years and I personally find some of the first few not my best work. I suggest reading this collection out of order or going into it knowing that I've improved haha.

Happy reading!

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His hand rests on her lower back, gliding down the satin to cup her round bottom. "Promise we leave before midnight?"

She shoots him a derisive look, raising his wrist to a more decorous spot.

"Blame the fabric, love. It's simply too easy to slip." His hand drops once more.

"Draco," she growls, "Enough. We're about to be seen."

"You didn't answer my question." He adjusts the cheeky position of his hand to calm her nerves. Honestly, he should have been the celebrity, if only to take this additional stress out of her life.

Besides, he is fabulously photogenic.

"Yes, yes we'll pull a Cinderella and leave our glass slipper behind before the final toll of the midnight clock."

He is thoroughly confused. "Who?"

She smirks. "Remind me to get you a Brothers Grimm storybook later."

He leans in, catching a whiff of her sweet vanilla fragrance, his lips brush the shell of her ear as he murmurs, "Maybe you can read me a bedtime story later, with those wicked legs wrapped around my—," he lowers his voice to the faintest hiss of a whisper.

A delightful blush spreads up her neck, matching the crisp shade of her lipstick.

Thirty seconds of freedom is all they are granted before Hermione is surrounded. She schools her features, curbs the red on her cheeks with an elongated exhale, and plasters on a professional smile.

"I'll be back." He brushes a kiss against her temple and slips away.

Draco fetches two drinks from the bar as Hermione flits from one conversation to the next, insistent on speaking to everyone with a pulse. Hermione never does anything by halves and her sole mission has been this coming election.

"You bought me a drink? Such a good friend you are." Theo appears at his side and swipes Hermione's martini from his hand.

Draco shoots him a dry look. "It wasn't for you."

Theo spears an olive into his mouth. "I see you've been shelved in the Used Books section again." His eyes follow Hermione's silver-clad figure as she shakes hands with an elderly couple.

"You're a menace, Nott."

He chuckles, tipping the glass against his lips. "Don't I know how it feels." His eyes shoot straight to his husband across the room. Neville is engaged in an animated discussion with McGonagall and Slughorn. "Likely discussing the pH levels of Hogwarts' soil."

Draco snorts. "That's what we get for hitching our wagons to a pair of Gryffindors. Forget even a speck of attention when there are masses to please."

"That's a you-problem, Drake," Theo says, "Granger is the only one required to please masses. Nev just has an unhealthy obsession with botanicals. You should see our greenhouse. It was weeping the other day. Nev nearly hexed my testicles, said I overwatered the plants."

Hermione's neck cranes, searching the room.

"As fascinated as I am about the state of your testicles, go fetch me another drink," Draco says, "I'll be back."