“you have a lot of questions,” he clicked his tongue and sighed.
“well… i have a lot to learn,” she was about to begin again but he cut her off.
“no—you’ve asked enough. my turn” he looked at her intently “you were head of magical what again?”he frowned, clearly annoyed.
“head of department for the regulation and control of magical creatures,” she said matter of factly.
He couldn’t help but scoff, “control?? is that why you’re holding me captive here?”
Hermione’s brows furrowed in confusion and surprise “no, far from it. you were injured because of the poacher’s net and you’re here because well…we do what we can..to help”
He scoffed again, rolling his eyes, “how nice of you” he said sarcastically, “maybe it’s not the ‘magical creature’ that needed control, but your kind”
Hermione couldn’t disagree with that, “well, i’m tr—”
But before she can finish he cut her off again. “and magical creature’? how insulting…are you not magical as well?” Emphasizing on the word ‘creature’ with disdain.
“Well we are…but you are classified, by wizards and witches, as a non-human. And you have magic as well…for example the way your kind sings and lured humans with your singing” she explained a bit.
“You mean being good singers are classified as magical?” he laughed insultingly, raising an eyebrow “my father, the king of the ocean, mind you, did told me about your kind’s apprehension towards arts, culture and anything alike”
“It’s not a matter of being good singers bu—“
He cut her off once more “are your kind that shit of a singer? Come on…let’s hear it” he smirked, his face throughly annoying.
Hermione sighed…realizing how long this night was going to be.
You’re so vain
Winter nights
“You were my new dream.”
Dear Hermione, I wish the world were ending tomorrow….
“Smile, Granger… he’s watching us” Draco muttered smugly, glancing down at her. “And would you stop fidgeting? You’re fine” He smirked, his gaze fixed on the man across the room, who looked thoroughly annoyed and pissed as hell
Dramione Month Day 8 - Contract Marriage
Day 4: Sectumsempra
“I’ll kill Harry for this,” she said angrily, trying to calm herself down between her sobs. It was strange how Draco was the one comforting her when he was the one who could’ve died just two days ago.
“Will you really?” Draco grinned.
“Yes, really,” she huffed, making his grin grew wider.
“As much as I would love to see that, we both know he might be our only chance at ending this… Besides, if you think about it, the marks Potter made look better than the other mark don’t they? At least this one made me look dashing” He looked down at her, tucking a stray hair behind her ear, smiling.
Hermione frowned, thinking of the mark branded on him earlier that year. “You never chose any of this… If only… if only Harry knew about you… about us, then he wouldn’t—”
“Stop,” Draco interrupted her. “And risk your safety if the Dark Lord and his followers found out?”
“I’m already a target anyway,” Hermione replied.
“I know what they could do, Granger… If they knew about this… about us… They’d… The things they’d do to you… I’d rather take a hundred more slices on my chest than have even a drop of your blood spilled because of me, Granger,” he said, hugging her even tighter.