#implied dramione

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Draco, flirtatiously: So, you come here often?

Harry, from across the table: Malfoy, we’re in the library. She practically lives here.

Ron: I’m also 99% she can’t hear you.

Draco: will you two pLEASE leave me alone with my future girlfriend?

Hermione, from behind a wall of books: I can hear all of you, you know. And Malfoy?

Draco, perking up: Yes?

Hermione: horrible approach. Do better.

[colubrina]

For the three sentence prompt- Blaise and Hermione? School year era... maybe something in 6th year potions or the like? ❤️

Blaise reached up into the cabinet to pull down the jar of flobberworms, his eyes on the book in front of him.  He needed four pickled worms, a half cup of lavender, plus sea salt and powdered wormswood.  The rest he had in his own kit, but in theory the school supplied fresh ingredients.

His fingers brushed against someone else’s and he looked over with a frown that became more pronounced when he saw who it was.  Granger.  Draco Malfoy’s odd little obsession, not that Blaise understood why.  She never took any care of her appearance. Her hair was tied back in a puffy thing that she might have thought was a braid and he’d bet good money her nails had never seen a manicurist.  And she was a nobody.  A nothing.  A muggle-born to use the polite term, not that anyone did in Slytherin.  Not that Draco did.

“Problem, Zabini?” she asked in a cool voice.

He leaned closer so his lips were at her ears and breathed out, “You don’t really think fucking him is going to get you a wedding ring, do you?”

Her lips tightened for just a moment before she pulled down the jar, set it on the counter, and stepped closer to him, her hair and hips in his space, her own mouth tipped up toward him. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips and Blaise - Blaise who’d had any number of girls and who had been sure he knew all there was to know about things carnal - suddenly realized he knew nothing.  He’d never wanted before. Never burned for someone he couldn’t have.  His cock sprang to attention, and his heart began to race.  And she knew, damn her.  She was so close to him, her body right at his, there was no way she didn’t know the effect she was having on him.  

He swallowed once, and then again, and her eyes fell to the bob in his throat. And she smiled, and he knew what it was to be seen and discarded as not interesting enough.  He’d given a dozen girls that look but it had never been directed at him.

How dare she not want him.

“Be a dear,” she said and her voice had gone from cool to husky.  Blaise knew he’d wank off to that tone later, imagining it was for him.  Imagining those moistened lips were on him and not that blond-haired, miserable, stuck-up sot.  “Tell Draco I’m busy tonight.”

She counted out the worms as he watched in silence, unable to come up with a clever retort, then left him to walk back to her table.  She put her head next to Ron Weasley’s, and the man let out a grating laugh and glanced back at Blaise.  

He was going to get her.  He was going to make that woman want him if it took him all year.

He counted out the worms and stomped back to his own work table.

“Problem, Zabini?” Malfoy asked.

“Sod off,” he said, and began chopping. “Sod right the fuck off.”

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Hermione: why’d you do it?

Theo: *shrugs* sometimes it’s just nice to be wanted, you know?

Hermione: …

Draco: not by the law, Theo!

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Draco: I just know that if the Grangers got to know me, they’d like me!

Pansy: Why? We know you, and we don’t like you.

Draco: psh. You keep saying that.

Blaise: Yes

Theo: repeatedly!

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Hermione: Don’t take this the wrong way, but Draco and I are really worried about you

Theo: *dunking an oreo in firewhiskey* why?

[elantil-arcacia]

Erised - Not so new (again) HP/Sandman fanfic

Hermione stood stock still, afraid to move, just in case. Just in case of what? She didn't know. It wasn't as if Death was a frightened animal that she had to approach cautiously. 

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11251927/1/Erised

This along with its companion piece, which link will be posted tomorrow, and Kyrie Eleison feels like my unloved children.