With her eyes closed she let the old feelings of distrust towards the boy flow back over her as the lyrics chilled her more than she would have liked.
Why drink the water from my hand?
Contagious as you think I am.
Just tilt my sun towards your domain.
Your cup runneth over again.
Don't scream about, don't think aloud.
Turn your head now, baby, just spit me out!
Don't worry about, don't speak of doubt.
Turn your head now, baby, just spit me out!
Why follow me to higher ground?
Lost as you swear I am.
Don't throw away your basic needs,
Ambiance and vanity.
Don't scream about, don't think aloud.
Turn your head now, baby, just spit me out!
Don't worry about, don't speak of doubt.
Turn your head now, baby, just spit me out!
When the song came to a close she leaned forward, oddly thankful that she preferred owning singles of the songs she favored along with the albums. It made it easier when she didn't need to shuffle between ten or more songs. A quick jab to the stop button gave her a couple of seconds to prepare for his reaction. The instant silence in the room sent goosebumps over her skin as she cautiously peeked over her shoulder at him.
Draco sat there with his eyes closed, his fingers were pinched and ran along the fabric of his trousers as if by sheer force of will he could make the crisp creases usually sported there appear. He cleared his throat but didn't open his eyes as he asked. "What is your first question, Kitten?"
She shifted herself so she was positioned between him and the radio, that way she could give either her attention. She risked another quick glance in his direction and saw that he hadn't moved. Without really thinking she blurted out the first thing that popped into her head. "Why pineapple?"
The confusion at her request with no context caused his eyes to pop open and find hers. "What?"
"Why do you like crystallized pineapple over all of the other kinds of fruit?" She clarified.
"That is what you want your first question to be?" He asked her instead of answering. His face clearly showed his astonished skepticism.
"Would you rather I ask something harder?" Hermione countered teasingly.
His eyebrow rose at the challenge but he answered anyway. "They have the right amount of tang, I suppose... Lemons are too sour. Oranges are too sweet and hurt my teeth. I dabble in other citruses from time to time but always find myself coming back to the pineapple."
"How do you still have all of your teeth?" She asked without thinking. She had been reared to shy away from too many sweets. Even now she still had to give her teeth a thorough cleaning the muggle way after gorging on taffy or anything sticky. A simple cleaning spell never really felt like it got everything polished...
He scoffed. "Wizard, remember? And does that technically count as two questions?"
"I guess so..." She hedged. She hadn't realized how closely she was going to have to watch herself.
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Anyone But Me
Fanfiction"Would you like to play a game?" These were words that started Hermione on a journey she could never have imagined she'd take. Rated M for a REASON. Read the Author's Note before starting! Dark Themes & Explicit Content will be in later Chapters. Dr...
