#just draco

An errant thought crossed her mind and Hermione couldn’t shake the image of a particular painting from her thoughts. She wondered if Malfoy, in all his refinement and privilege, knew about Muggle Art. About the beauty of abstract images. Had he ever seen Pablo Picasso or studied František Kupka? Had he any knowledge of Jackson Pollock?

Paintings filled with energetic, swirling lines and splatters of color that created an intricate web of movement. The violent mix of hues ranging from bold primary to more natural muted tones, all intermingling in a chaotic yet harmonious way.

It didn’t matter what perspective one took before looking at the muggle artist’s work - the lines still converged and the different splatters of paint still mingled together in an arduous effort to evoke something.

There was an anarchic, lawlessness to the images…

They didn’t make sense.

Just like him.

It didn’t make sense that so many of her darkest moments also included some version of his involvement - it didn’t matter that Draco Malfoy was precariously woven through her past, like the strokes of a Pollock painting. It didn’t matter that he converged and transmuted around parts of her and likewise she around parts of him.

It didn’t make sense and it didn’t matter.

He was leaving.

He was leaving and all the different ways his existence intertwined with hers would be nothing more than a subtle footnote in the archives of her history.

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Hypocrite, he thought again. Even if he didn’t know every questionable thing she’d done before, during and after the war, he still knew enough to know she had no fucking right to belittle him like that.  To point out his damnation; his mistakes.

“Perhaps you can lace a muffin with sleeping draught,” his voice was smooth - giving not a single ounce of how deep her words had cut him away.  “Hmm?  Trick me into eating it, then leave me to rot in a broom closet somewhere.”  He savored the widening of her eyes as his words did exactly what he’d intended them to. 

“Maybe steal my clothes while you’re at it?”  He was somewhat confused by how good it felt, being the one to wipe that arrogant little smirk from her freckled face.  “Perhaps you can polyjuice me into a cat… that would keep me sufficiently occupied wouldn’t you agree, Granger?”  

The whites of her eyes were mesmerizing - Draco could see his reflection. 

She wanted to act untouchable and above him?  She wanted to put him in his place? That was perfectly fine. 

There was no question that Draco was tarnished by his past - but it would be a cold fucking day in hell before he let her forget that she hadn’t always been golden herself.

Not his.

And touching her - thinking he was justified in actually touching her… That was where she drew the line. Because it was her line to draw.

Hers.

Hermione grabbed his wrist and quickly stepped around him, holding his arm tight in her grip. She wrapped it around his back, using all her strength to shove him forward - taking advantage of his shock and pressing him firmly against the glass that had just been at her back.

“You don’t get to touch me,” she growled, “ever!”

Draco grunted in pain at the angle she had him locked in and tried to shift out of her hold - trying to swing with his other arm, but she was prepared.

Hermione ducked beneath the swing of his other arm and kicked her foot into the back of his knee; he fell perfectly to the ground. She didn’t hesitate once he was down; she moved over him, settling her knees on either side of his body, then used the weight of her body to keep his arm firmly locked against his spine.

They were panting for air; Draco grunted in pain as he continued trying to twist his arm free. Hermione did not relent, only relaxed her weight on him further, ensuring he remained immobile beneath her.

“I don’t know what your fucking problem is, Malfoy. Honestly, for the life of me I can not understand.”

“Get the fuck off!”

Just Draco. Chapter 6 - Boys

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