Dramione One-Shots (Collection)

Library Indulgence

Written by ElizabethLeFay

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15192626

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Somewhere in the library, a grandfather clock chimed, jolting a dazed Hermione out of a daydream. She rubbed her eyes sleepily, listening as the clock struck its cord eleven times. She groaned at the late hour, thinking of how much trouble she would be in if she was caught in a Hogwarts corridor at this time. A chapter from A Guide to Advanced Transfiguration lay open and unread on the table in front of her, and she recalled dozing off many times after having to reread a paragraph one too many times. Her concentration was weakening as the hour grew late, and frankly, the book bored her. She had already read it after all, but it was either that or Numerology and Grammatica and Hermione didn't fancy numbers so late at night.

Her eyes blurred momentarily, and Hermione rubbed them, an annoyed groan rumbling her throat. Then she yawned and whined in frustration.

No, you mustn't be tired. There is still much to do!

Hermione ignored the voice in her head that wanted to throw away the book, strip out of her uniform, and climb in bed. She shook her head, the more stubborn part of her conscience winning the internal argument.

Must stay awake!

Suddenly, her eyes widened in realization and a grin broke out on her features as she remembered the Sugar Quill in her bag. Surely that would hold her attention.
She undid the wrapper and began sucking on the tip of the quill, attempting to return to her Transfiguration book. Finally, she made it through that stubborn paragraph and continued working her way through a slightly repetitive, drawn-out chapter on human transfiguration. Unknowingly, a stockinged foot (she had shed her shoes two hours ago) reached for the chair beside her and she propped her legs up on it comfortably, her skirt falling to the top of her thighs in quite the unladylike fashion. Still, she could care less, as the new position was much more comfortable than sitting upright, and her focus was on the sweet flavor of the Sugar Quill, anyway.

"Never expected to see such raunchy knickers on you, Granger."

A familiar, drawling voice made Hermione freeze. Her hands began shaking and she dropped her candy, her cheeks flushing red in a mix of emotions. Cool, gray eyes swept over her exposed figure and Hermione quickly dropped her legs back to the floor and pulled down her skirt.

"Didn't take you for a lace kind of girl," said Draco Malfoy, pushing his weight off from a book shelf nearby from which he had been leaning on. "I always thought you'd choose plain cotton under those robes you hide under."

Hermione glanced over Draco with narrowed, challenging eyes. His gaze was returned just as strong as he came to stand in front of her. Hermione noticed he didn't look his usual self; he seemed quite disheveled. His hair was messy, falling onto his forehead in platinum strands. His white dress shirt was untucked from his wrinkled trousers and the sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, displaying strong forearms. His Slytherin green tie hung loosely and twisted around his neck when usually it was pressed to perfection. His usual arrogant smirk seemed to be in place, though.

Hermione gulped.

"What brings you here, Malfoy?" asked Hermione icily.

"The same as you, Granger."

His response annoyed her further.

"Reading ahead for Transfiguration?" challenged Hermione with a raised brow.

"Not exactly." Draco shot her a dangerous smirk and walked around her chair. Hermione's shoulders tensed with his close proximity. Out of the corner of her eye, Hermione saw Draco's hands rest of the backing of her chair. Her breath caught in her throat as a finger brushed against her shoulder.