Hello! I would like to request 1. things you said at 1 am for draco/hermione if you feel like it. Hope you're having a good day/night!!
Hello Kat! I’m so sorry this is so late! D: Family and work aren’t great for the creative process, hahaha!
I also hope you don’t mind that this is a Muggle AU. I’m actually working on a Dramione story and I just worked this little guy from that specific AU. ^-^
Pairing: Draco/Hermione ( & mentions Sirius/Remus)
Her face shined in the faint moonlight falling from the open window of his bedroom.
Draco could see the slight uneven smirk on her lips, and he wondered what she dreamed about to give her such a playful expression.
What could she be conjuring in her dreams to give her such a gleeful smile?
Where could he have gotten so lucky as to have her as his friend? To have her enveloped in this tiny house, in this tiny room, in this tiny bed. To have her, a woman so full and grand and encompassing, lying with him, a man full of bitterness and arrogance and regrets.
“When did I get so lucky?” He wondered to himself and reached out to brush a fingertip over her cheek and down to her chin, just brushing over the slight scar at the edge.
So strong he felt for her that he worried. He should be worried, his Brain often told him.
But why? was his Heart’s response.
Why should he be worried about falling in love with this woman?
He flinched in response to the thought and almost stood out of the bed, mindful of the woman’s sleeping form.
But then she reached out and gently placed her hand on his clothed chest and gripped faintly, and he wondered again, what could she possibly be dreaming about?
“Mind her head, Draco,” she half giggled, half-slurred with sleep and he froze to stare in awe at her parted lips. “What shall we name her?”
“Aurora?” Hermione replied in her dreamy tone and he swore he would scream if her eyes popped open. But she remained asleep, blissfully unaware she was sharing her dream conversation aloud to him.
He wondered, again, why should he worry about falling in love with her?
Well, for one, her father despised him. Despised him with every fiber of his being if the looks Sirius Black sent his way were any indication. Remus Lupin didn’t seem to take issue with him personally, only worried that he would steal her away like all fathers worry for their daughters. But Black had a hatred for him that he could only assume stemmed from his parents–or more specifically, his father.
Two would be the issue of not being able to offer her anything. He was born penniless and he’d die penniless. He’d be stuck in this shit house, watching over his shit father, living his shit life.
“Oh Draco,” he had to put a hand over his groin at the airy sigh of her voice whispering his name, and if the second little mewl from her left any indication, his dream-self was doing lovely, wonderful things to her body.
God how he wished to be that man.
“You’re an awful tease,” he quietly chuckled and let go a sigh he hadn’t realized he’d held since they laid in bed all those hours ago.
The third and most important reason, he realized with a bitterness he hadn’t tasted since he was a young boy, was that Potter was in love with her. He often wondered why that Weasley girl kept pushing for his attention when he’s made it obvious his love for this curly haired woman cannot be deterred.
He once jokingly questioned his friend when he’d pop the question and when he didn’t get a response, he simply stared at the black-haired man and watched as a bittersweet smile crossed his face. Potter was in deep.
He both pitied and envied the man.
Potter had the blessings of every single one of her family members. Potter had money. Potter didn’t have to worry about his best friend being in love with the woman of his dreams.
“Draco,” she was whispering now, voice still dreamy and slurred, but much more quiet than her earlier sleep-talk.
“Yes, dear?” He would humor himself and live in this little pretend moment.
“Remember to pick up the dry-cleaning,” she was starting to fall into her deeper sleep again. The sleep-talk would end within the next few minutes.
At just the stroke of one in the morning, her single tender whisper changed his mind. He would no longer wonder. He would just know.
He was deeply and infuriatingly in love with Hermione Black.