Venom and Velvet

Winky the House-Elf

17. Winky the House-Elf

Hermione turned bright red. "Absolutely not!" She exlaimed.

He laughed even louder. "You so did! Was I good?" Hermione almost hexed him. How did he even figure it out? This is mortifying. Hermione buried her head in her hands and let the embarrassment wash over her. Draco's laughing died down and he looked at her. Was was she so embarrassed?

"It's not a big deal, Hermoine," he said, trying to keep himself from laughing. "You don't have any control over your dreams."

When this didn't seem to make her feel any better, he spoke again.

"I'm serious. I certainly don't care, so why do you?"

Hermione's head thumped down on the desk. "Because it's embarrassing," she said.

"There's no way it was more embarrassing than some of the dreams I've had. C'mon, let's hear it."

At this, Hermione looked up. "No way!"

Draco sighed, sitting down backwards in the chair in front of her and resting his head on the back.

"I can't believe I'm about to say this, but... if you tell me then I'll tell you my most embarrassing sex dream and we'll be even. Hopefully, it'll prove to you that you have nothing to be ashamed of and we can move on with our lives. Deal?"

She groaned, but Draco could tell by her expression that she'd given in.

"Have you ever read the book Beauty and the Beast?"

"Never heard of it."

"Okay... well, nevermind then. C'mon, Hermione, you can do this. It's not a big deal." She tried to talk herself up.

"I'm waiting, Granger."

She took a deep breath. "Alright, fine. So, I was in this castle, which is from the book you've never heard of because it's a Muggle book so why would you be familiar with it because it's not like you grew up reading muggle litera-"

"Stop stalling and spit it out."

"I was in a library and you snuck up really close behind me and said something that made me happy. You smelled really really good so I kissed you and then you kissed me back, like, really well, and then you picked me up and carried me to... to your room and we... you know. Merlin," she said, putting her head back in her hands.

Draco scoffed, "That's nothing."

Hermione looked up at him and cocked an eyebrow. "I'm listening."

"Alright, Hermione. I'm only gonna say this once, and if I ever find out that you repeated it I'm gonna hit you with that beaver-teeth jinx again, understand?"

She giggled, nodding.

"Listen up, because it's only one word."

Hermione was about to object that she had told him her whole dream when he said it.

"McGonagall."

Hermione couldn't stop herself. She burst out laughing, gasping for air.

"You're joking," she choked.

"I wish I were. I was fourteen. Adolescent hormones, am I right?"

He joined in her laughter. Once they had calmed down, Hermione finally looked into Draco's eyes.

They really are the kind of eyes a girl can get lost in, she thought.

He looked at her with an expression she couldn't place. Leaning forward slightly, he spoke again.