Purely Mudblood (Dramione FanFic)

We Can Continue This Later

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Draco was in a very light sleep. It was the kind of sleep where you weren't sure if you were dreaming or if you were still in touch with your surroundings. Draco's eyelids were too heavy for him to open, but his thoughts were clear as if he were awake, so he silently debated with himself if he were actually comatose or not.

He could hear breathing. The deep, heaving breathing of his sleeping roommates. And he heard footsteps, very fast but very light footsteps. Someone was heading towards his room, quickly and quietly. He heard the door creak. Draco thought that he should open his eyes, but physically couldn't. He stayed still, silent. More footsteps. Closer footsteps. Hands on his shoulder. Gentle shaking. Urgent whispsers. "Draco."

His eyes snapped open, There was a slim beam of light escaping from the corridor through the semi-opened door. There was a figure immediately in front of Draco, but he couldn't see its face through the dark gloom. A pair of shadowy hands gingerly laid themselves on the side of his face. "Draco, it's me."

And Draco knew who it was. He sat up in bed, suddenly alert. "What's the matter? How'd you get here?" He muttered rapidly. In response, Hermione grabbed his hand. "I need your help. Come on."

And with that, they were out the door.

If Draco had known that he was going to be awoken in the middle of the night by his girlfriend to go on some secret expedition, he would've worn a better outfit. Any outfit at all.

Hermione hadn't taken a proper look at Draco until they had run out of the Slytherin dormitories and partway through the corridor. When they were under the light of a torch on the wall, she turned, her mouth partially agape in preparation to speak, but she immediately closed her mouth and stared incredulously. She attempted to look up to Draco's face but almost instantly dropped her gaze back to Draco's clothing choice, or rather, lack thereof. "Are you wearing snitch underwear?"

Draco knew that his face was as red as Weas- er, Ron's hair. It was true, he was clad in only his underpants. A blue pair, to be more specific, with golden, cartoonish snitches flying around on them. His bare chest was suddenly really cold from the chilly air but really hot from embarrassment, all at once. "Erm," Draco looked at himself awkwardly, his ribs protruding from his sides, his hip bones sticking out, the thin, barely visible line of hair from his belly button down to the hem of his pants. He frantically looked back up to Hermione and saw that she was blushing as well, pursing her lips in attempt not to smile. "Er, well--" Draco started, although he was quickly cut off.

Hermione grabbed his shoulders and pulled him in for a kiss, unable to resist the urge. Draco was entirely surprised at first, but soon wrapped his arms around her waist. Hermione had her palms flat against his chest now, which was more solid and muscly than it seems under his robes. Draco hands were tangled in Hermione's hair now, and he would've been content to stand there, exactly like that, all night long, had they not been disturbed by a distant, blood-curdling scream. The pair pulled apart, slightly out of breath, and stared at each other for a minute.

"We can continue this later," Draco said, shrugging. Hermione laughed slightly, breathlessly, and ran off down the corridor.