Dramione Drabbles

20. Hermione in Harry's Blazer

Hermione emerged from Harry's closet wearing nothing but his blazer.

"You know he's never going to buy that."

She unclasped her clip and ruffled her hair in the mirror, pinched her cheeks, slapped them until they pinked. Bit her lips. Pinched her thighs so they would bruise.

"Quick." She pushed her hair to the side and tilted her head. "Give me a hickey."

"No." Harry reeled back.

"It's not a big deal."

"It's a very big deal and I'm not—"

"Harry James Potter, put your mouth on my neck right now."

"If Malfoy actually believes I did that to you, he's going to..." he trailed off, because he didn't know how Malfoy was going to react. But it would not end with a pat on the back and a 'congratulations'. "I work with the guy."

"Traitor." Hermione rumpled the bedsheets.

"He's not coming into my room."

She ignored him.

"Just tell him you want to get back together."

She hurled a pillow at his chest.

The sound of the fireplace made them freeze.

"Stop it, Harry!" Hermione started to giggle, making a soft, sultry moan Harry never wanted to hear from her mouth again.

"Potter?" Footsteps echoed down the hallway. Years of pure-blood etiquette made Draco one of the most well-behaved men Harry knew, so it was extremely out of character when he threw the door open, uninvited.

Malfoy came face to face with Hermione.

She swept her curls from her eyes and plastered on a freakishly convincing look of surprise.

Malfoy's cold eyes darted from Hermione, semi-dressed. To Harry, who, luckily, was fully clothed and only slightly flushed from embarrassment.

He asked tightly, "What's going on?"

"Nothing," she said at the same time Harry replied, "She's trying to make you jealous."

Hermione glowered at him.

But Harry was looking at Draco. Noting the betrayal in his eyes. "She thinks you slept with someone. That's why she's been acting like this. I swear I didn't touch her."

"Harry!" Hermione cried.

Draco seemed torn, but he knew Harry well, and Hermione even better. The devastation on his face morphed into concern. "Granger?"

Hermione looked away, shoulders bunching up, arms crossed.

"Talk to me," he pleaded.

Hermione shot Draco a deadly look, and Harry was relieved not to be on the receiving end of it for once.

"I saw you go into that senator's suite. Her hands were on you. Grabbing your tie, dragging you inside. She shut the door... You..." Her voice caught. "Came back hours later. Showered. Tried to... touch me."

Realising the truth, Harry opened his mouth to correct her assumptions, but Draco beat him to it. "You were gone the next morning because you thought—"

"I knew."

"You thought," he corrected her. "I slept with someone else and crawled back to you afterwards?"

She shrugged. "Older women have a certain allure. I saw how she looked at you." She clutched Harry's blazer, as if realizing how ridiculous she looked.

But Draco didn't seem to find her ridiculous at all. His gaze raked down her chest, lingered on the swell of her breasts, her bare legs. "You have no idea how you... That you believed I would ever... When you're..."

Harry had never witnessed Malfoy tongue-tied before.

"I know what I saw." Hermione stepped back as Draco stepped forward.

"That woman was my assignment," Harry interjected, even though they weren't supposed to talk about open cases. But Hermione needed answers and Malfoy was useless. "I asked Malfoy to pretend he was spending the night with her as a safety precaution. He didn't want to do it. But I was desperate."

"I occasionally grant Potter favours. Though now I will expect many in return." He shot Harry a telling look. "For a bloody long time." Great.

Draco approached Hermione again, and this time she let him. He touched her cheek. So gentle, Harry wondered if Malfoy had been Polyjuiced. "There's no one else, Granger. Ever."

Hermione shut her eyes. Leaned into his palm. Draco lifted her chin. Stroked her hair. Murmured something against her lips. She kissed him. His hand trailed up her thigh. Beneath the blazer.

Harry shut the door behind him, making a mental note to ask Kreacher to change the sheets later and set the blazer on fire. He grimaced when he heard the bed squeak.

The first of many favors he now owed Draco sodding Malfoy.

(732 words, photo prompt from twitter, first written July 2023)