O for Outstanding, available on ao3 now! One-shot written for Draco’s birthday.
• Rated E | 10K | PWP | Dreomione | Age gap | Professor x student
They nodded in unison, and it was only then when Hermione realised how young they both were. She knew Draco was hardly thirteen years older than her, which wasn’t that much, but from the way their relationship functioned, it always felt as though he was at least twice her age. He never let her see the—she supposed—normal, domestic side of his. The side that apparently enjoyed Muggle movies and cuddling on a couch with Theodore Nott.
And she really wanted to get to know this side, too.
“There’s so many things I want to ask.”
“You’ll get a chance in the morning,” Professor Malfoy said. “I really am done talking for now, Miss Granger.”
The switch in his head snapped back to their usual interactions, and she shuddered with anticipation when he entwined his fingers with hers. Theo grabbed her other hand, murmuring something in her ear before they led her into the massive fireplace in the corner of Draco’s office.
“Home,” Draco said, his eyes never leaving hers.
She smiled as the green flames consumed her.
