The wind whistles as her hands fall from his robes, her breaths coming in clouds in the wintry air. The bridge's tunnel is dark but he can focus just fine. His icy fingers turn her face toward him.
"We should wait until the weather slows."
"I need to study," she says, stern as ever, but there's a glint in her eyes that makes his stomach turn and he pulls her in for another hard, rough kiss. Her mouth presses back into his and her fingers are latched onto his lapels again and his hips settle into hers. She moans softly, pawing at his shirt and burying her hands under his blazer as their tongues entwine and explore each other's mouths. The wind picks up, blowing their hair around one another's faces and Draco grips her waist tight, soaking up her warmth, revelling in the scent of her bushy curls.
"Draco," she says against his mouth, slowly moving her hands up to his face, "I really must go back, I've got pages of parchment..."
Pages of Weazelbee's parchment, more like, he thinks with disdain, frowning at her. She smiles faintly and pulls at his scarf, standing on the tips of her toes to whisper in his ear.
"I'll stay longer next time."
Draco cups her face, smoothing his thumb across her lips as he whispers back, "Do you promise?"
"I do," she says softly. She takes one of his hands and kisses his knuckles. "Library next time though. It's too cold outside."
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draco/hermione - i really can't stay
Date: 2011-07-24 11:19 pm (UTC)The wind whistles as her hands fall from his robes, her breaths coming in clouds in the wintry air. The bridge's tunnel is dark but he can focus just fine. His icy fingers turn her face toward him.
"We should wait until the weather slows."
"I need to study," she says, stern as ever, but there's a glint in her eyes that makes his stomach turn and he pulls her in for another hard, rough kiss. Her mouth presses back into his and her fingers are latched onto his lapels again and his hips settle into hers. She moans softly, pawing at his shirt and burying her hands under his blazer as their tongues entwine and explore each other's mouths. The wind picks up, blowing their hair around one another's faces and Draco grips her waist tight, soaking up her warmth, revelling in the scent of her bushy curls.
"Draco," she says against his mouth, slowly moving her hands up to his face, "I really must go back, I've got pages of parchment..."
Pages of Weazelbee's parchment, more like, he thinks with disdain, frowning at her. She smiles faintly and pulls at his scarf, standing on the tips of her toes to whisper in his ear.
"I'll stay longer next time."
Draco cups her face, smoothing his thumb across her lips as he whispers back, "Do you promise?"
"I do," she says softly. She takes one of his hands and kisses his knuckles. "Library next time though. It's too cold outside."