Nothing - Draco/Hermione
Title: Nothing
Author:
dollfaced
Pairing: Draco/Hermione
Word Count: 450
Rating: T
Warnings/Notes: First, a gigantic thank you goes toseraphimerising for beta'ing this at the eleventh hour! Written for the Prompt 1 of September Dramione Challenge at dyno_drabbles. Prompt was: "You could never understand the demons that I faced.". I got to share First Place with ma bb 
rivertempest *snuggles Carrie*
Hermione felt shivers going down her spine. “Stop staring. It’s bloody annoying.”
“I’m looking out the window,” Malfoy said casually from his perch in an over-sized chair.
She gave him a suspicious look. “Its pitch black outside. All you can see out that window is your own reflection staring back.”
“Precisely,” he replied, smirking.
Not in the mood for useless conversation tonight, she didn’t bother to respond. He found it entertaining to bait her into inane arguments and apparently, she was just foolish enough to let him most days. But no more. They were in the middle of a war and it was not time for such foolishness. Focusing on the book in her, lap she burrowed deeper into her blanket.
“Maybe Weasley will offer to warm you up? It astounds me that you’re still in love with that tosser.”
Her head jerked up. “What?” Her eyes narrowed but she caught herself. No, she wasn’t taking the bait tonight. “Ron is not a tosser,” she said calmly.
“So you are in love with him?”
“What’s it to you?”
Malfoy stood up and walked closer to her and the warmth of the fire. “He’s sleeping with Lavender Brown, who – not that I need to remind you – is not the witch he ditched you for.”
“I didn’t know you liked to indulge in petty gossip.” She was deflecting. She might be over Ron but the sting of their failed relationship still lingered.
“He’s not the nice bloke you think he is.”
She chuckled. “Like you are,” she muttered.
He startled her by grabbing her book and flinging it across the room. She jumped up to protest but he cut her off. “Damn, Granger, nothing is ever good enough for you, is it?! No matter what I do, you’ll always see that wanker as somehow better. Is that it? Have I not apologized?” he sighed and ran his hands roughly through his hair. “You could never understand the demons that I faced to get here, yet you never give me a bit of slack!”
She stood in shocked silence for a brief second. What had she done to deserve such rage from him of all people? “Apologize? Not to me! Never to me!” she screamed, shocking even herself with the force of her pent up fury. How dare he think that she owed him some slack?
Her body was shaking with rage as he pulled it into his. “Sorry,” he whispered over and over into her hair. “I’m sorry… for everything. There’s nothing I regret more now than the things I said and did to you.”
She pulled away to look at him. “Nothing?”
“Nothing,” he answered, bushing his lips softly against hers.
Author:
dollfacedPairing: Draco/Hermione
Word Count: 450
Rating: T
Warnings/Notes: First, a gigantic thank you goes to
seraphimerising for beta'ing this at the eleventh hour! Written for the Prompt 1 of September Dramione Challenge at dyno_drabbles. Prompt was: "You could never understand the demons that I faced.". I got to share First Place with ma bb Hermione felt shivers going down her spine. “Stop staring. It’s bloody annoying.”
“I’m looking out the window,” Malfoy said casually from his perch in an over-sized chair.
She gave him a suspicious look. “Its pitch black outside. All you can see out that window is your own reflection staring back.”
“Precisely,” he replied, smirking.
Not in the mood for useless conversation tonight, she didn’t bother to respond. He found it entertaining to bait her into inane arguments and apparently, she was just foolish enough to let him most days. But no more. They were in the middle of a war and it was not time for such foolishness. Focusing on the book in her, lap she burrowed deeper into her blanket.
“Maybe Weasley will offer to warm you up? It astounds me that you’re still in love with that tosser.”
Her head jerked up. “What?” Her eyes narrowed but she caught herself. No, she wasn’t taking the bait tonight. “Ron is not a tosser,” she said calmly.
“So you are in love with him?”
“What’s it to you?”
Malfoy stood up and walked closer to her and the warmth of the fire. “He’s sleeping with Lavender Brown, who – not that I need to remind you – is not the witch he ditched you for.”
“I didn’t know you liked to indulge in petty gossip.” She was deflecting. She might be over Ron but the sting of their failed relationship still lingered.
“He’s not the nice bloke you think he is.”
She chuckled. “Like you are,” she muttered.
He startled her by grabbing her book and flinging it across the room. She jumped up to protest but he cut her off. “Damn, Granger, nothing is ever good enough for you, is it?! No matter what I do, you’ll always see that wanker as somehow better. Is that it? Have I not apologized?” he sighed and ran his hands roughly through his hair. “You could never understand the demons that I faced to get here, yet you never give me a bit of slack!”
She stood in shocked silence for a brief second. What had she done to deserve such rage from him of all people? “Apologize? Not to me! Never to me!” she screamed, shocking even herself with the force of her pent up fury. How dare he think that she owed him some slack?
Her body was shaking with rage as he pulled it into his. “Sorry,” he whispered over and over into her hair. “I’m sorry… for everything. There’s nothing I regret more now than the things I said and did to you.”
She pulled away to look at him. “Nothing?”
“Nothing,” he answered, bushing his lips softly against hers.