Dramione Smut-Book

Kissing his "Aunt" (Deathly Hallows piece)

Hermione

      Being in Gringotts as Bellatrix scares me. wobbly on these heels, my hair matted and itchy, and the heavy cloak dragging down on my bony and narrow shoulders. I could never pull this off. What if they ask me for an ID? I don't have one. And they'll use my wand as the ID. Such things as this would go terribly wrong. I see things that could never truly be there. I didn't know that Bellatrix LeStrange Hallucinated. Go figure. I do a double take when I see my "nephew" standing at the counter. Draco Malfoy. Oh shit. I think to myself. I tug on Ronald's cloak and jerk my head in Malfoy's direction.
"Fuck," he whispers under his breath.
      We both run into a invisible brick wall. Harry in his invisibility cloak. I feel Harry's deep breathing exercises as we slowly walk up behind Draco. He's all alone. Apparently Draco must need something. He sounds irritated and desperate.
"Look, I just need inside my vault." Draco says with a roll of his eyes and a blank expression.
"I cannot allow this. I must see our wand and do an ID check." The goblin says with raised eyebrows. "Is there a problem Mr. Malfoy? Your aunt seems to think so," the goblin points me out. Son of a fuck nugget.
Draco turns around in surprise. "Aunt Bella, why are you here instead of at the meeting?" He asks openly, feigning relaxation.
"I- um- well, you see, I was sent here to keep a close eye on you. The dark lord's wishes." I swallow back the bile as I realize that I was stuttering. It didn't sound like Bellatrix at all.
Draco seems to realize something. I'm not his aunt. "Green," he says suspiciously.
Fuck, he has a code of this ever happened. I think to myself. And I'm to finish it. "Silver?" It came out more of a question.
He seems to be dissatisfied. "May I speak to you in private Aunt Bella?" Draco asks me.
"Whatever," I roll my eyes. I'm trying to play the part.
      Draco grabs my hand tightly. He drags me into the hallways where the bathrooms are. Draco stares at me for a spilt second before pointing his wand at my jugular.
"Who are you? What are you doing posing as my aunt?" He sneers.
"W-what are you talking about Draco?" I ask him sincerely worried about his wand at my jugular.
He jabs it further in, leaving an indent. "Who are you?" He leers down at me.
"Hermione...." I trail off.
He seems to relax a little bit. He drops his wand. "I should've known it was you." He rolls his eyes.
"Please don't hurt me? I-I've already endured so much. I-I—" Draco cuts me off.
"Save it. I'm not going to hurt you. But keep your blabbing to a minimum. I have something I need to do instead," Draco replies.
"What?" I ask, looking concerned at his still-raised wand.
"This," he replies before pressing his lips firmly to mine.
       Draco's lips were cold but soft to the touch. My lips were warm and cracked with dehydration. I wrap my arms around his neck and his around my waist. He presses me against the wall and lifts my leg to wrap around his hips. I moan into the kiss. This felt so right. The spark between us was amazing. It felt just right. When he breaks apart he gives me he information I already had.
"There is a Horcrux in her vault. But please take me with you? If the dark lord finds out that I even kissed you let alone tells you where his soul was he'd kill me. Literally." Draco pleaded.
I nod my head. "I'll consider it if you kissed me again," I say seductively.
      Draco smirks down at me. He leans down and I lean up to press our lips together once again, my face melting into Hermione instead of his nasty aunt. My hair combed through, my clothes a little tight on me since I'm more fed then Bellatrix, and my radiant smile wasn't crooked or yellow. My plump lips were now a blush pink and I cracked like magic. I curled my hands through his hair and pull his closer to me. I really like him. This is the second kiss we've shared, but I know it won't be the last with him. I just know how right I feel with him. It's almost like something I can't have just yet. Like opening Christmas presents until December twenty-fifth.
      Draco wraps his arms around my body, pulling me into him and holding me as close as possible. He'll help us even though we'll be in more danger. We step out, me being me. Ronald glares at our connected hands. Harry  still under the invisibility cloak. I know he's leering at Draco and I as well. Mostly at Draco though.
"Harry's here too. Under the cloak," I whisper under my breath to him.
"I know. I see the shimmering of the cloak. It always does," Draco replies.
I squint my eyes, and yes, I see the shimmering too.
      I follow everyone out so I can take more polyjuice potion. I will get that Horcrux out of the witches den. I will succeed. I down the polyjuice Putin that tastes like death and head back inside.