Apocalypse and You | Dramione

January 3rd, 2004.

January 3rd, 2004.

The pair of scissors that brushed the skin on his neck tickled Draco to the point he couldn't sit still.

"If you keep moving then I'll end up cutting your ear off." Hermione huffed playfully, using her spare hand to hold Draco still on the kitchen stool.

"Why do I have to have short hair, anyway?" Draco asked, giggling when strands of hair fell against his back, causing Hermione to slap the back of his neck. "No one sees me but you!"

"Because, it looks pretty, do you wanna have hair down to your ankles?" Hermione spun the stool so Draco was facing her. Draco couldn't help the rush of pink that rises to his cheeks. He felt like a schoolboy around her.

He wondered if he had a girlfriend as a teen, but part of him felt like Hermione was his first love. In more than one way.

Hermione was slowly cutting the front of Draco's hair, warm blonde falling into his lap. Over the past few years, it had begun to warm. Not so much icy white, while it was still light blonde it was more rustic. Friendly looking.

"Does it look awful?"

Hermione rolled her eyes and leaned to press a small kiss on Draco's head.

It was little gestures like that, that made it worth still being alive.

"No you cockroach, short or long, it would still look nice."

Draco tried to reply, but his words were cut short by the sound of a car on the street, something that sounded foreign, something that hadn't been heard in months, nearly a year. A scream, a loud blood-curdling scream, echoed through the house.

Keep her safe, Draco.

"Quickly." Draco grabbed Hermione's wrists, throwing the scissors onto the kitchen counter next to the dusty glasses.

"Why is there a car?" Hermione whispered as they lock the door and slide into the safety of the bathtub.

"We will be fine, Mione." He assured her, kissing her forehead.

He felt her heart pounding against his chest.

He's sure she felt the same.

"I thought we were all alone by now." She curled herself up onto Draco's chest, a tear falling down to soak his white T-shirt.

"We are alone, okay? They won't find us here"

And luckily, they didn't.

They spent a few hours, cuddling inside of the bathtub, talking and distracting each other from what had happened. They don't hear another sound outside, after the car and scream.

Nothing. not even the sound of rain.

Not even the sound of the trees in the wind. So that comforted them and they found themselves sitting on the living room couch, in a tumble of limbs the morning after.

Draco's stomach rumbled while Hermione's tongue is exploring his mouth. She was spotted between his legs, her body pressed against his like a magnet.

She groaned into his mouth as he tugged on her bottom lip, so hard it almost drew blood.

"Fuck, Draco-please."

"Mmm?" He raised an eyebrow, dropping his hands down to grope her underneath her shirt.

He doesn't think about his hunger until she lied naked on-top of him struggling for breath.

He had fucked her into serenity.

But now he was hungry.

"Are you super hungry?" Hermione asked, letting her head fall onto Draco's lap. He hummed and let his fingers glide over the skin on Hermione's forehead.

It was warm and damp. It was tainted with his touch.

"I can go and get some food if you want."

"Stay here with me." Draco pouted, tangling his fingers within Hermione's brown locks. Warm. Hermione was warm. Hermione was always warm. "Let's dance around the house until we can't feel our feet anymore!"

"I wish." Hermione laughed. "But-you can't starve all day, I'll go and get us some food."

"No." Draco caught her arm before she could stand and breathes into her mouth, kissing her once more. He can't get enough, today. Hermione tasted like love, today. More so than usual. "Let's stay here for a while, please."

Hermione complied, for a while. Draco kissed her all over until they couldn't breathe, until his lips are red raw.

He kissed her until he can't kiss no more, until he forced Hermione onto her feet to dance around the house instead.

They dance until Draco's feet grew brittle. Until his heart filled with warmth and shelter when Hermione leaned up to kiss his face.

She loves you, Draco.

Though they couldn't dance forever, because Draco's stomach rumbled so loudly over the music that Hermione forced him to stop, placed two hands on his shoulders and licked his nose before speaking.

"I have to get some food before the sun sets." Hermione told him, his hands squeezing the skin on his shoulders. "I won't be long. I never am."

"I can live without food for today." Draco whined, stomping his bare feet on the wooden floor beneath him.

"You can't. You are wasting away" Hermione laughed slightly, poking Draco's ribs with her finger.

Draco stared down at her hand.

He never noticed there was the initial D on tattooed on the inside of her pointer finger in the same font that was on his foot.

"Then, shall I come with you today?"

Hermione shook her head.

"Not today, wash up and i'll be back in a little while."

He watched Hermione as crossed to the door, sliding on her usual pair of trainers. She took the plastic bag, and wrapped it around her wrist.

"I love you, Draco, see you in a little while."

Draco leaned down to kiss her before she opened the door.

It had begun to rain.

"I'll see you in a little while, Granger."