a scene from a new WIP that i really enjoyed writing lol
She cocked her head, regarding him with thinly veiled bemusement.
“Frigid?” she asked, and noticed Ginny grinning in the corner of her vision. “Where did you get that idea?”
He didn’t answer, but waved his hand expansively in her general direction.
“Oh for fucks --,” Ginny spluttered, her eyes dancing as she regarded Draco. “Malfoy, you must not know about that time she left a man in the middle of the dancefloor with a raging hard-on.”
“Or that time I caught her dry-humping Cormac McLaggen behind a potted palm at the Ministry gala,” Seamus laughed, lifting his pint towards Hermione. She grinned at him, lifting her wine glass.
“Or the many times I walked in on her and Ron,” Harry chuckled. Ron laughed, his cheeks burning as he took a swig of his pint.
“Yeah mate, I can say first hand that Hermione is definitely not frigid,” he laughed, throwing her a smile. She smiled back, her eyes warm.
Draco grimaced into his pint, his eyes dark as he watched her. She smiled beatifically back at him, amused by the direction of the conversation.
“So you’re a slag, then? Wouldn’t have pegged you as such, Granger, but I suppose stranger things have happened.”
Her smile widened and she leaned closer to him, letting her body invade his personal space. He stiffened, his eyes finding hers.
“Not a slag, Malfoy,” she purred, her voice warm. “Just a woman who is completely comfortable with her sexuality. And,” she added, “I know that scares the shit out of sad, pathetic misogynists.”
