Since reconnecting with Hermione Granger, Draco had found himself in many situations where he felt like an awkward adolescent boy. But it had never been more true than in this moment. He hoped he looked more cool than he felt because sitting next to her, his body practically hissing with lust, and forced to do absolutely fuck all about it because he was surrounded by grownups—I mean...Hogwarts professors—it was too much. He couldn't decide which emotion was predominate...the arousal or the frustration.
The decision was made for him as a warm breeze flowed through the stands, carrying with it Hermione's perfume, sparking an immediate reaction in his trousers. Draco bit his lip so hard he was certain he'd drawn blood.
"AND HERE COMES THE GRYFFINDOR TEAM WITH THEIR NEW CHASER, ROSE WEASLEY!!! SURE TO BE A PROMISING NEW TALENT FOR GRYFFINDOR. THAT GIRL'S GOT QUIDDITCH IN HER BLOOD, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!"
Draco noticed Hermione's affectionate grin at the mention of her goddaughter. He couldn't help but smile at the sight.
Leaning into her he teased, "I'd hazard a guess that she's one of your favorites," nudging her slightly in the ribs, prompting a low, throaty giggle from the witch.
"I haven't the slightest clue what you're talking about. I love all my godchildren equally. Except for Rose and Lily whom I love just a little bit more."
Draco chuckled. "Well, no one could accuse you of being a hypocrite. What's it like, teaching your godchildren?"
Hermione grinned. "Lily and Rose are both model students. Lily is sweet and a tad bit shy if you can believe it coming from Harry and Ginny. Rose is...she's...she almost reminds me of..."
Draco nudged her. "Yourself, maybe?" It was absolutely adorable how proud she was of Rose.
Hermione blushed. "Maybe a bit."
Draco smiled. "And of course we all know that Albus is a most unique individual."
Hermione laughed. "'Unique' is quite judicious. Although he's actually not a bad student. He's quite intelligent in many ways. And James...well, he actually kind of reminds me of what I think you would have been like had you been sorted into Gryffindor."
Draco groaned. "I take it you don't mean that in a good way."
Hermione laughed. "He walks around the castle like he owns the place. I've even given him detention a few times for bullying the Slytherins."
Draco's mouth fell open in shock. "My how the tables have turned."
Hermione turned to him, smirking and raising a cool eyebrow. "They certainly have."
She looked good wearing a smirk. Those full lips crooked up teasingly to the corner of her pink mouth as her honey eyes twinkled. He had the sudden desire to see her wearing nothing but that smirk.
He returned the smirk and leaned in slightly. "Speaking of turning the tables, you know what I was thinking this morning before I came here?"
Hermione's smirk softened into a grin. "What?"
"I was thinking that if teenage me could see me now...he wouldn't believe..."
Hermione's breath hitched. "Yes?"
Draco leaned in closer. He wanted so badly to pull her into his lap and snog her to pieces, but there were children present...somewhere around...you know...over there somewhere. He contented himself by quickly glanced around the stands to make certain no one was watching before tucking a few stray hairs behind her ear, letting his fingertips slide glide across her neck on the way down.
He relished that gorgeous blush on her face as he leaned in to whisper huskily in her ear, "How much I couldn't wait to see you today."
Hermione couldn't help it as her eyes closed and her skin tingled at the vibrations of his voice in her ear. Holy shit, I think I just got a little bit pregnant.
Her voice came out rough and shaky. "Is that so?"
He nodded, nearing closer, his breath ghosting on her cheek. "Mm-hm. Even after I spent a very uncomfortable morning begging my poor house elves to take money from me. Poor little devils."
Hermione giggled and turned to him shyly. "You did that for me?"
He grinned. "Impressed?"
She bit her lip, "I might have spent the morning reading up on Quidditch to impress you."
Draco's face broke out in a self-satisfied smirk as he released the quip he desperately wanted to throw at her their first meeting a few weeks ago (give or take a few suggestive modifications), "My, my Professor Granger. I'm so very glad to see you're still such a little swot."
His eyes followed the movement as her tongue flicked out to wet her lips. So mesmerized was he by that delicate pink tongue, he barely noticed when the Slytherin team was announced.
"IT LOOKS LIKE THE SLYTHERIN TEAM IS READY TO GO TO BATTLE, WITH THEIR NEW SEEKER, AIDEN THRASHER!"
Draco reluctantly leaned away from Hermione and joined the applause. As much as Draco loved a good Quidditch match, he liked flirting with the curly haired witch next to him even more.
"WEASLEY'S GOT THE QUAFFLE. OH NO! SLYTHERIN'S BACA JUST INTERCEPTED. BACA PASSES TO FLAVIN, FLAVIN LOOKS TO BE GOING FOR THE GOAL...SCORE FOR SLYTHERIN!"
Draco leaned in. "So out of curiosity, what did you learn?"
Hermione faced him with a confused expression on her face.
"You said you read up on Quidditch to impress me. Well, now's your chance Professor. I'm all ears." He grinned cockily looking every inch the Slytherin Prince.
Hermione bit her lip to fight her own grin. "I learned that Quidditch is about friendship and teamwork, that you should never play rough, and that Tom and Sarah think it's the best game in the whole wide world."
Now it was Draco's turn to be confused. It wasn't possible to play Quidditch without being rough. And who were these Tom and Sarah people?
Hermione laughed. "Madam Pince thought she'd be cheeky when I asked for a Quidditch reference for beginners and she gave me a children's coloring book."
Draco couldn't fight the laughter that took over his body. "That is the single most wonderful thing I've ever heard in my life!"
"—Nice—"
"—And I'm including the birth of my son in that!"
Hermione rolled her eyes, grinning in spite of herself. "I'm so glad my humiliation is amusing to you."
Draco shook his head, grinning impishly. "You wanted to impress me? Well I'm impressed. I'm oh so very, exceedingly impressed, Professor Granger. Ten points to Gryffindor." He was rather proud of himself that he managed to joke and play with her after all the humiliations he'd suffered through to get to this point with her. He wondered why he had ever felt shy around her before.
Hermione narrowed her eyes at him playfully. "That's my job Mr. Malfoy."
Draco's grin melted into a near moan as his cock twitched in his pants. Oh yeah. That's why.
"SLYTHERIN BEATER FITCH APPEARS TO BE CONFUSED. OI, FITCH, THE LADS IN THE GREEN ARE ON YOUR TEAM! YOU DON'T WANT TO KNOCK THEM OFF THEIR BROOMS."
Hermione, Longbottom, and Slughorn all immediately began to chortle under their breath. Draco had the sudden sensation of being on the outside of an inside joke. "What's so funny?" he asked Hermione.
She rolled her eyes. "As unprofessional as it is to admit it, Fitch is...well...he's..."
Neville interjected. "He's the dumbest kid in the entire bloody castle. I swear he's part troll."
Hermione lightly smacked him on the arm. "Neville, that's not nice." She blinked a few beats. "But yes."
Slughorn chuckled, "You know he never made it past first year Potions? He's a sixth year now, so we just agreed to allow him to drop it from his schedule, but nevertheless for five years I'm not sure the boy even registered the difference between mandrake leaves and unicorn hairs."
Neville added. "He can't remember my name so he calls me Professor Lickbottom...which...might actually be sexual harassment now that I think about it."
Hermione's face looked slightly pained. "He raised his hand in class the other day and asked me how to spell 'orange.'"
"FITCH! WAKE UP YOU OAF! HOW ARE YOU EVEN...?" The announcer sighed. "I CAN'T. I JUST...OH FOR CRYING OUT LOUD. FITCH!!! YOU HALF-WIT SON OF A TWO-KNUT TROLL HOOKER, WAKE UP!"
The Slytherin Beater woke with a start, enthusiastically whirling his broom into the hair and knocking the Bludger backwards.
"Oh Gods no...DUCK!!!!" Hermione's Auror reflexes rallied as the rogue Bludger came whizzing towards the Faculty/Donor stand.
"REDUCTO!"
The Bludger exploded just as it nearly made contact with Draco's head.
All Draco could hear was a high-pitched ringing in his ears as he slumped to the ground. Just before his eyes closed he saw Hermione hovered over him, eyes wide with concern, and the sun shining behind her back making her look like a Valkyrie.
He might have been the only person to have ever passed out with a smile on their face.