can you point me in the direction of the tag where remus is friends with wpp in hogwarts, but not straight away? i just read casting moonshadows and i was wondering if there were any more a bit like that (thought not necessarily as angsty) x thanks
I don’t have a tag, but I did a small list of them here. :)
I am so sorry this is kinda late. I have been quite sidetracked by the multi-chapter fic I am currently writing. But I hope @shitheade like it.
Pairing: Draco x Hermione
Summary: "MUGGLEBORN HEROINE CONFESSES LOVE TO FORMER DEATH EATER. (Kiss on E20)"
Word Count: 558
Ministry Parties
Draco Malfoy hated the bloody things.
He only came for two things and two things only. First, Hard liquor. Booze, loopy juice, poison...you name it. Second, this is a place where the bored elite women offer themselves for a shag.
With a glass in his left hand, a rakish smirk, and a predatory instinct, he would rove about until the evening fizzles out to nothing but the incentive to to work next morning.
The bar was empty by the time wizards and witches started dancing.
A feminine figure with the most alluring waist, flaring hips, and creamy neck was seated on one of the stools. A half empty bottle of Ogden's Firewhiskey beside her, eventually pouring some in her glass.
Not so empty, after all.
"Fancy a drinking game? Looks like you need it." He whispered, mere inches from her ear.
The woman turned her head and the most fiery brown eyes stared back at him. Knowing this woman, her stare turned steely seeing him.
"Just drinking. I don't want to play your stupid games, Malfoy."
Where's the fun in that? I see some things don't change."
Hermione Granger glared from the brim of her glass. Maybe it was the alcohol, but the image incited a twisted thought. Hot.
"What didn't change?" She growled.
"You still don't know how to have fun."
Draco expected a splash of stinging firewhiskey on his face.
She faced him, allowing him a view of her fantastic cleavage. Her face was so near his, he could see the fine spattering of freckles on the bridge of her nose.
"I'll show you how I have fun." She swigs her full glass of firewhiskey in one go.
His eyes popped. She defied all expectations.
And they were like madmen. Talking shit about their exes, comparing notes. Laughing their arses off.
At first it was an awkward game of 21 questions.
21 questions. Out of a whim, he guessed. Or the liquor was finally taking its toll.
"Okay, okay." Draco swayed slightly. "What was the most hated public display of affection Weasley did to you in public?"
She was silent.
"He kisses the back of my neck." Hermione pointed the spot. "It feels wrong. I mean...I feel like a fire hydrant getting peed by a dog."
Draco released a belly laugh; a laugh he hadn't had for a long time.
Maybe the alcohol possessed him, but he found himself brushing the hair away from the back of her neck and placing a tender kiss right on the spot.
Hermione shivered and gasped.
"I thought you don't like that?"
"I don't. This isn't exactly public."
They were suddenly face to face. Drunkenly face to face. "Maybe you liked the gesture, but not Weasley doing it to you."
She shrugged. "My turn. What was the most scariest thing a woman ever said to you?"
Draco's brow furrowed. He just went with the stereotypical. "I love you."
"I love you?" Hermione rolled her eyes. "Men."
A mischievous glint twinkled in her eyes. She wrapped her arms around his neck and looked him in the eye. "I love you, Draco Malfoy."
The booze ruined her. What a beautiful mess she made.
A flash from a camera intruded their "fake" moment. The next morning the headline said, "MUGGLEBORN HEROINE CONFESSES LOVE TO FORMER DEATH EATER. (Kiss on E20)"
Oh well, my name in daily basis is weird. Or so it seems. But I do like it because my brother was the one who chose it. My parents didn’t know how to named me so my bro just burst in the hospital room and yelled “¡Quiero que se llame Alondra!” and yeah, that’s my names story.
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ok for the kiss prompts? hehe dramionarry and breathtaking kiss... that's gonna be hard good luck
“You want to what?!” Hermione almost yelled, definitely alarmed. She had just finished her work for the day and was ready to leave her office when she was abruptly interrupted. What was unnerving her the most was the fact that the two men in front of her looked deadly serious.
“It’s just a bet, Hermione. Will you help us settle it?” Harry asked again, as if it was a normal request to ask your best friend to kiss you and your boyfriend to determine who’s better.
Draco sighed when Hermione’s eyes were still wide as plates. “Even after being with me for over six months, Harry thinks he’s a better kisser than me. You appreciate the scientific method, Granger, just help us conduct this experiment and prove him wrong.”
Hermione looked from one to the other, still trying to decipher if this was a joke of some sort. Harry was smiling somewhat shyly, his hands stuffed inside his pockets as he shifted from one foot to the other. Draco, on the other hand, looked perfectly calm and confident as he awaited her answer.
“I don’t know if I’m the right person for this…” She honestly wished she could say the idea wasn’t alluring, but she couldn’t even lie to herself like that. They were both atractive and charming and she guessed anyone would be lucky to kiss them, but…they were her friends, and they were together.
“Why not? You’re smart and you know us, also I know you’d be completely fair when making your decision,” Harry explained, earning a small smile from her.
“Plus, I doubt you’re the type of person who’d enjoy a slobbering mess of a kiss,” Draco added with a smirk.
Hermione stood frozen for a while more, merely looking at them and trying to decide what to do. She knew she was taking too long when Draco started rolling his eyes.
“Um, well…I guess-” Whatever she was about to say next was cut short when Draco took two steps forward and kissed her without a warning. She stumbled back at the force of it, but Draco’s arms were around her in an instant and helped her regain her balance. He wasted no time whatsoever in flushing his body against hers, one hand on her back while the other craddled the back of her head. Hermione felt like a rag doll, because she simply couldn’t get her limbs to cooperate; it might have been nice to hold onto Draco’s chest, or caress his hair, but all of that was out of the window once he pulled her bottom lip into his mouth and ran his tongue along the inside.
The whole time she was actively trying not to melt against him and she could feel the satisfaction radiating from his body. It almost made her angry, and if she could have she would have pulled back, but in the end it was him who did, after briefly letting their tongues meet and finally planting a peck on the corner of her mouth.
Needless to say, she had to keep her eyes closed for a while and try to catch her breath for a few seconds before she was ready to face them.
Draco stood a few steps away, arms crossed and a calculating look in his eyes. Harry seemed curious and slightly flushed, and Hermione couldn’t believe how beautiful he looked right then. She hated to admit it, but as much as she loved her best friend, she didn’t know how he would be able to top what Draco had just done.
“Harry, just step in and do it, if we wait for her reviews we’re going to be here all night.” Draco patted Harry on the back and made him step closer to Hermione, who felt her heart jump right into her throat and coughed rather embarrassingly.
Harry gulped. “Listen, if you don’t want to, that’s fine Hermione.”
Hermione shook her head and cleared her throat. “I’m okay, really, just needed a second.” She was already halfway there anyway, might as well follow through.
Harry nodded and stood right in front of her, smiling warmly, most likely trying to make her feel better. It worked; and her breathing settled down for a moment before Harry placed his hands on her waist and leaned down.
She tried to be methodical and analyse the kiss as much as she could from a technical viewpoint, but the longer he kissed and she kissed back, the harder it became, and before she knew it, Harry had pushed her back until her legs and bum collided with her desk, and she had to use everything in her power not to hop on and wrap her legs around him.
In contrast with Draco’s kiss which had basically knocked her senseless; she was now hyper aware of everything that was happening, maybe because she had been prepared this time. It was all adding up; the feeling of Harry’s skin under her fingertips, his warm tongue sliding up against hers, the little sounds he was making at the back of his throat, and the fact that she could practically feel Draco’s eyes on them. It was driving her crazy.
What she was enjoying the most, though, was something that she noticed after Draco kissed her and now she could confirm: the kisses didn’t feel like a competition at all. She knew they were giving her some of their best moves, but if it was only because they wanted to win, then they were damn good liars, because she felt as though they just really wanted to kiss her and this was only for her benefit.
That feeling was so strong, in fact, that after a while Hermione didn’t feel Harry slowing down in the least, in fact he seemed to be speeding up and it almost scared her how eager he was. So she pulled away slowly and forced her eyes open to look at him.
His pupils were blown, his expression serious. Her heart wouldn’t calm down.
Harry reluctantly dropped his hands from her waist but stood where he was, entire too close to her, and when Draco stepped in next to him, effectively caging her in, she was officially terrified. Draco looked even more predatory than Harry, and she had no other choice but to push past them and get some distance. What was happening? Before, she had been about to go home, have dinner by herself and go to sleep, but now she felt like she was in the middle of a bizarre dream. She needed some air.
The other two turned around to watch her curiously as she tried to make sense of the whole situation.
“So?” Draco broke the silence. “Who is it?”
Hermione had forgotten about the bet for a moment and she racked her brain for any possible answer, but the truth is that she had none. She couldn’t pick a winner, they had both been ridiculously good, even suspiciously good.
“I don’t know…” she was surprised she managed to speak, but even more surprised that the two men seemed to be relieved. Didn’t they want an ansnwer? If she knew anything about them, it was that they loved beating the other at anything and everything. The situation just got weirder and weirder.
“Perhaps,” Harry cut in, speaking deliberately. “You need to try again?”
At her shocked expression he explained, “Not right now. I mean, maybe you want to discuss it, perhaps over dinner?”
His words made the pieces of information in her brain start to click into place, but that didn’t make her feel any less shocked.
“Come on, Granger. I know for a fact you havent’t had dinner. My treat.” Draco extended his arm out, offering her his hand. Harry was smiling warmly again.
She didn’t know what else to do. She could go home and pretend nothing happened, but she knew that was literally impossible; those kisses were burned on her memory forever. The only way to completely solve the puzzle was to take them up on their offer.
Hermione nodded.
They left the Ministry together, Draco trying to get her to say that he had been better while Harry offered her his jacket claiming it was too cold.
She didn’t know what awaited her over dinner, but something told her she was in the best possible company for the ride.
