Dramione Drabbles

30. Secrets & Snape

(slightly nsfw)

Yards away from the ramshackle cottage filled with people who don't like him, Draco lets his himself cry. Snape dumped him here an hour ago and left after a private meeting with The Order.

Footsteps approach. Draco wipes his tears.

It's Granger, carrying a bowl of lumpy pasta.

"I was saving the box for a rainy day but figured you could use it more than me."

He stares at the offering, and scrunches his nose. "That's revolting."

She says, "I'm sorry about your father."

Draco's eyes sting. Then, since she still hasn't left, he tries the lumpy pasta and finds it offensively delicious.

*

Two weeks later he's playing Wizard's Chess with Weasley when Granger appears, a bag strapped across her shoulder.

Weasley hugs her so fiercely, her feet lift off the floor.

"There are only two rooms," says Weasley, welcoming her inside. "But you can share mine."

She shakes her head. "The sofa's fine."

*

Weasley hurls a howling werewolf against a tree.

Draco stuns two more, searching the field frantically for Granger.

A scream pierces the air.

He doesn't think before he launches himself between her and the feral wolf. Something sharp slashes his shoulder. Gritting his teeth, Draco takes Granger's hand and touches the port-key in his pocket.

They land in a heap, gasping atop each other.

She's bleeding profusely. Her forehead, her cheek, her chin.

*

It's not until he's cleaned her up, using magic to sew the scar on her temple back together, that she discovers his shirt is drenched in blood.

She makes a fuss when he removes his shirt. "This is worse than my scar. You should've said something!"

"We're not keeping tabs, Granger." Truthfully, he'd forgotten all about it when he'd seen her hurt.

Her hands are gentle as she cleans his wound.

They receive word from The Order that the battle was successful, but Ron has been reassigned to a different safe house.

"I won't have to sleep on the sofa anymore." She jokes, her breath warm on his spine.

It's the oddest thing, but his cock stirs. Just the idea of Granger in a bed makes him feel too tight in his skin.

*

They play house for a few days.

Draco enters the kitchen one morning and falters when he sees her in his jumper.

"It was on the chair," she says apologetically. "I was cold."

"It's fine."

Seeing Granger in his clothes has a deeper effect than he thought. He's hard again. Admittedly, he's hard a lot these days.

*

They're playing chess when Granger poses casually, "Who's the last person you kissed?"

Draco says, "Pansy." Without having to think about it. He meets her eye. "You?"

"Ron," she says.

He tries not to wince, wondering if it was while they all lived together.

"Did you sleep with Pansy?"

His cock stirs again. He exhales. "Yeah," he says, unable to ask the same question. He doesn't want to think of Granger naked with another bloke.

"Do you miss it?" she asks. "Sex?"

He gives her a telling look.

She makes the next move on the chessboard, cheeks aflame.

He shoves his chair back and, when she looks up, he pats his lap. "Come here."

He thinks she'll say no. That she's merely curious and that her questions didn't mean anything. But she doesn't do any of that.

He watches, fascinated, as she rises from her seat. And when she straddles him, he's pretty sure his heart explodes.

*

Sex with Granger makes war tolerable. He's addicted after one taste. More. It's all he ever wants. More and more and more.

On the sofa, on the counter, in his bed, in the shower, against his bedroom door.

Her body is lush and responsive. Her skin is gorgeous covered in his love bites. When she moans his name, Draco aches.

She's doing exactly that, riding him furiously on the sofa with her hair tangled between his fingers, when the door swings open and Snape enters.

Granger gasps, ducking away.

Draco curses, plucking his shorts from the ground.

Snape turns around, giving them a few seconds to become decent. He's ramrod straight and possibly not breathing.

"I'm so sorry professor," Granger apologizes profusely. Her voice a little raspy. "We weren't expecting you."

"I would hope not," snarls Snape, peeking cautiously over his shoulder. "I dare say, when we thought you two were occupied, this isn't what we had in mind."

Draco bites his lip so not to laugh. He's not sure who's more humiliated. Granger or Snape.

"Where's the research?"

"One moment." Granger dashes upstairs wearing Draco's jumper inside out and backwards.

Snape says, "What are you smirking about?"

Draco shrugs, untroubled. "Nothing."

"Attachment only causes distraction, Malfoy."

"Or something to fight for," he rebuts.

"And if she dies?" He sneers. "If you fall in love with that girl and something happens to her, you won't survive. I know you."

"I'm not going to let anything happen to her," he says firmly.

Snape narrows his eyes, realizing it's too late for words of caution. "You fool."

Draco says, "Don't tell the others about this." Because he knows they'll separate them if they find out. "Please."

Granger returns wearing trousers. She passes a ribboned scroll to Snape.

Snape stares in disdain, taking it after a beat too long. He glowers at Draco, his mouth forming a straight line. He says, "If you wish to survive, you'll stop this." Draco is about to protest, but Snape holds up his hand. "But as far as I'm concerned, I was never here. Good riddance."

He slams the door on his way out.

Draco remembers the devastation of losing his father. Snape's right. They probably shouldn't.

And yet.

When Granger locks her arms around his neck and bursts into a fit of giggles, he melts.

To hell with it all. He'll fight for them until the bloody end.

(976 words, prompt: secrets safe house relationship discovered by Snape from X, first written August 2024)