Dramione Drabbles

6. Why Are You Spying On Me?

"I dare you to snog the girl you fancy the least," says Pansy, grinning behind her solo cup.

Draco scans the room of eighth-years, pausing on Granger, scrunching her nose like she smells something foul.

Fucking swot. Bet she thinks she's better than the rest of us.

Draco marches straight to her, publicly claiming his dislike. Not that it's ever been a secret.

For her part, Granger looks mortified, cowering in her seat, muttering, "Oh no," out loud.

"It's just a kiss," he says, chagrined.

She opens her mouth to retort, but Draco cuts her off sharply, evoking a gasp that shoots straight to his chest.

Woodsmoke and honey wafts beneath his nose as he leans into her mouth. His thumb descends the slope of her neck, pausing in surprise over her thundering pulse. 

Tension melts off her shoulders the instant Draco's fingers sink into her hair, her lashes fluttering against his cheekbone.

Whoops fill the room as the kiss drags on and on and on.

The next morning, Draco finds her roaming the aisles of the library, scanning a multitude of drab books, oblivious to his presence. Or so he assumes, until she whirls around, meeting his gaze through a gap in the shelf. "Are you spying on me?"

"Morning," he says too quickly, cringing internally. She doesn't reply. "Erm... just wanted to check in."

"Check in?"

He joins her in the next aisle. "After last night."

She pats her lips. "No cold sores, so it seems you're not contagious."

"Hilarious." This was a terrible idea. He's an idiot to think the kiss meant anything to her.

She rolls her eyes. "I can't speak for those who were there last night, but I won't tell anyone."

"What?"

"Isn't that why you're here? To tell me to keep it to myself?"

"No! Not at all. You can tell everybody—I mean... it's not really a problem. In fact, it was satisfactory." Shut up, Draco. Shut up. Shut up.

Hermione quirks a brow. "Are you always like this?"

He clears his throat. "Not sure what you mean."

"You only kissed me to prove how much you disliked me, might I remind you."

"Kisses can be powerful."

"Can they?" Her lips lift at the corners.

His heart hammers. "Life changing, actually."

"And was it?" She steps forward, close enough for another snog. "Life changing."

"Opinion changing," he allows, placing his hand on her waist. When she doesn't pull away, he draws closer, tucking a curl behind her ear. Her smile makes him feel weightless. "But I reckon we can achieve life changing."

(430 words, first written August 2022, prompt from dramionedrabbles on twitter: why are you spying on me)

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