Can’t you hear my call? Are you coming to get me now? I’ve been waiting for you to come rescue me.


Draco awoke in the morning and glanced over at the empty spot next to him in bed. An unfamiliar feeling swept over him - neediness. A moment later the door swung open quietly, revealing Hermione wearing nothing but one of his white dress shirts. She blushed deeply under his hungry gaze that she mistook for anger.

“I-I’m sorry, my clothes were in the other room,” she stammered, pointing at the heap of clothing in her hand. “I won’t take your things again.”

“Granger,” he growled. “I request that from now on that you wear only my shirts, or nothing at all.”

“Things can come unwelcome; upon any shape or form, even as a lover: but we must always remember and most importantly, be prepared for their departure, for it can make one’s heart cruel and frigid. You, Hermione, must not have a frigid heart; you’re much stronger than that.



Hermione was sobbing on the staircase after seeing Ron and Lavender together. She suddenly felt a hesitant hand on her back. Looking behind her, she found Draco Malfoy staring at her, some form of pity in his eyes.

“M-Malfoy…what do you want?” she asked, trying to wipe away her tears. 

“Granger, stop crying over that stupid Weasel.”

“Why do you care if I cry or not?”

He looked at her for a moment and took her hand, “Come with me.” In her moment of emotional delirium, Hermione went with the boy she had never trusted but was always curious about.

Suddenly she was pushed up against a wall in a quiet corridor, Malfoy’s lips almost touching hers. She blinked and stared at him, not fighting it but not giving in just yet either.

“W-What are you doing?” she stammered. 

“Finally relieving our frustrations,” he said.

She tried to reply but his lips were on hers and all of her thoughts melted into nothing at all.

drabble submitted by accio-the-moon