May 4 th , 2004
The next time he sees her, he doesn't bring it up. He considers it for a while, just slipping a casual mention of it into their conversation to see where it takes them. But at the last minute, he bites back the words and lets them settle, dejected and unused, on his tongue.
He lets her direct the conversations, lets her talk about work and the new case Minister Shacklebolt assigned them. He lets her words ramble and her thoughts wander, because if this conversation was at all organised, things would be prompt, and she would be gone much sooner.
He tries to pay attention. He tries very hard, but it doesn't seem to work. Because he keeps picturing that paralysing image of her and Weasley, only Draco pretends that he, himself is in Weasley's place, and it is his hands that are winding in Hermione's hair and it's his thighs she is stroking and his lips on her neck.
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Eyes Open by: orphan_account
Fanfiction[ COMPLETE] Granger corners him one last time, pulling that bloody envelope from her robes. He lets it fall into his open palm. "You know the rules, don't you?" "Only for when I'm at my lowest point," he says. "And after I open it, I go straight to...
