Nov 2, 2020
Draco wants to roll around in the grass together. Hermione’s fighting the deep crimson blush creeping out of her uniform shirt, and trying desperately not to pay any attention to the slender hand sliding slowly up her thigh and daringly ruffling her skirt upwards around her bottom. She’s looking away from his smug, boyish smirk and his hungry eyes.
“H-Homework, Malfoy! We have tons and... tons of homework’’
Her light stutter and hasty words transform Draco’s tight smirk into a full, broad grin. Hermione bristles at his expression and looks away once more. She can’t let him fluster her that way. But then again, she also can’t make him stop.
Or perhaps she can, she’s just doesn’t want to.