Drawn ( A Dramione Story)

Deeper Still

"What do you mean?" She asked.

Her tone implied innocence. It brought up something deep inside him.

"He was your idea, wasn't he, Granger? Pansy doesn't know the wizard. Not in the confidence she thinks she does." He dipped his hand inside his pocket to hide the fist he held. Sharp stings came up from his nails buried in the flesh. "It was you who suggested Krum go on your fuck spree, wasn't it?"

An anger unburrowed from deep rose up in strangled possession. The familiar tingle at his wand hand enraged him further. He'd taken his intensive therapy after the war seriously. All the rage he felt was diminished. It had no home inside him anymore. Yet here it was. Granger the source. Shocking as it was, it did not aid his control.

Viktor Krum, the famous Seeker and admirer of Hermione Granger, was a git. Senseless brute was what he was. Draco watched the wizard closely when he attended Hogwarts during the year of the Triwizard Tournament. He admired the skill of the seeker. Liked him, even. Bulgaria was his favorite quidditch team.

The library was Granger's favorite hangout, forcing everyone who needed a book to encounter her in her element within the aisles. That was how Draco noted the pathetic behavior of sheer admiration of the git as he followed Granger around the library without so much as a word. Whenever he opened his mouth, what fell out was a strangled grunt before he trekked away.

His favor of the Seeker fell away. No honorable wizard acted in such a blubbering, stumbling manner over a witch.

It was lost to Granger. Of course, she couldn't help but tag alongside him like one of the gaggles of young witches that followed Krum throughout the castle.

Now that it was his turn to enjoy the splendors, Krum emerged again. A competition.

"How do you expect Krum to share in all that fun when you retch every time he comes near?" He smirked.

She dipped her head low fidgeting with the strands of her sweater. "I can be near them. It's just when they touch me that I gag."

Her weight shifted side to side.

"Last I checked," Draco stepped forward, closer to her, "you have to touch to shag through Europe."

The witch sighed. "I did not think Pansy was serious when she suggested it."

No surprise. Pansy was filled with detached lust for anything with two legs and a heartbeat.

"So, shagging your way through Europe wasn't your idea?"

He very well knew it wasn't. Granger was not overtly sexual. Unless you counted her Muggle fashion. That made him swell remembering how she bare her midriff was the day she left his Villa.

"No."

She swallowed hesitantly as her eyes raised to meet his. Her warm, brown eyes beheld him before they dipped down to his mouth. Once again, she stared at his lips.

Even though he couldn't smell her, the signs of her desire weren't subtle. Granger had no experience hiding it. She was urgent to fill that void she now knew existed as if it was her first taste of lust.

To get her to realize it was the problem.

"Are you busy right now?" She asked suddenly.

She clenched her jaw as soon as she said it.

Delight pricked Draco's interest. "That depends on what you have in mind, Granger. I won't assist with your school work. That joy is all for you."