|A Dramione Christmas
Author: LankySundown PM
Mistletoe. It was the thing Draco loved most about the holidays. Sixth year or so, not HBP compliant.Rated: Fiction T - English - Drama/Romance - Draco M. & Hermione G. - Chapters: 2 - Words: 1,811 - Reviews: 6 - Favs: 3 - Follows: 16 - Updated: 12-19-12 - Published: 11-30-12 - id: 8752917
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"And two grams of bullfrog eyes."
Hermione read from her Potions book. "Bullfrog eyes... Where are my bullfrog eyes?" she muttered as she tore through her Potions supplies.
"Hermione Granger not prepared for class?" Harry asked in mock astonishment. "This day will go down in Hogwarts, a History for certain."
"Oh shove off," she growled, still pawing through her supplies. "I know I have some, I just don't know where-" She stopped mid-thought. "Wait a minute..." With a sudden memory making her cheeks grow red, Hermione froze. She did have bullfrog eyes. Once. She had spilled them in the hallway a week ago...
"Hmh?" Harry asked, now measuring out two grams from his own store of bullfrog eyes.
He didn't get an answer. Hermione placed her hands on the counter, and, leaning forward, peered over to where Malfoy was at work. He was leaning nonchalantly against the workstation, laughing at something Blaise Zabini or Theodore Nott had apparently just said. He looked up as if he had felt Hermione's death stare, catching her eye and holding her gaze. Draco reached into his pocket and pulled something out – it was none other than her vial of bullfrog eyes. Hermione's glare only burned more fiercely. Pushing herself off the counter, she began to storm over to where Draco was working, when he suddenly jerked his head and started walking toward the gargoyle sink in the back of the classroom.
Hermione frowned, but followed.
Draco pretended to be occupied with washing his hands when Hermione confronted him.
"Give me back my bullfrog eyes, Malfoy."
"You left them in my care," he said flippantly. "I'd say they're rightfully mine."
"Oh, so I left them 'in your care?' You used torture to drive me away!"
"False," Malfoy smirked, leaning against the rim of the sink. "You liked it. So it wasn't torture."
Hermione huffed. "Honestly," she chided, "just give them back."
"M, m, m," Malfoy chided, "not without a price."
Hermione rolled her eyes. "What do you want from me now?"
"Oh, I think a replay of last night would do the trick."
Hermione laughed and shook her head. "Ohhh, no, you are not getting that lucky."
"Alright, I'll settle for a peck on the cheek, then." He leaned in, turning his cheek to her.
Fighting the urge to slap him (because she'd surely be the one to get in trouble – it was Snape's classroom after all) she replied, "No! In front of all of these people, are you crazy?"
"Technically behind half of them," he said.
They were suddenly interrupted by a drawling voice coming from the front of the room. "Misssster Malfoy, Missssss Granger, please stop using my time to socialize and return to your lab stations." One can always count on Snape to be an ass.
Hermione glared at Malfoy, and, when the class's eyes were off them again, she held out her hand for the vial. Malfoy slid it back into his pocket.
"Tonight at 8," he said in a low voice. "You know where, if you ever want to see your bloody potions supplies again."
With a scowl and a roll of her eyes, Hermione returned to her cauldron where she proceeded to ask Harry for the use of his bullfrog eyes – for the day, at least.