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Speak Now Or Forever Hold Your Peace || Dramoine #1

fluff and smut, yule ball cut off, semi yandere

** these bitches are 17 right now

“Next time there’s a ball, ask me before someone else does and not as a last resort!”

Draco’s heart screeched to a stop.

As one of the many wizards- and. Probably non-wizards too, if he was being honest, which made his blood boil; in the race for Hermione’s hand, he knew what it was to be punched square in the face by this woman. And Weasley had just gotten it, right behind him. Spectacular.

Krum had also beat him by asking her to the ball. He’d been too busy pretending to not give a fuck to wear his heart on his sleeve, just like Weasely. Something about Her put him on the same level as the ginger moron. He needed to fix that.

He inhaled sharply at her first sob, growing distant as She stormed off the signature Hermione way he loved so much.

Cut her off at the staircase on the third floor, dickwad! He screamed at himself, pressing deeper into the shadows as Weasley walked past him, clearly having some kind of stroke. I mean, he couldn’t blame him- he’d reacted the same way last year to Her ire, and the growth hadn’t come until two months later. That’s when he came to terms with his obsession.

It had happened one day in the library. He’d come to see if she’d be there, to fish him out of his misery as the sight of her so usually did, but after doing the entire room twice over had concluded that she was likely out at one of her study spots with her friends. Usually, this would send him stalking right down to the gardens, but today it angered him more than normal.

So instead he’d stalked off searching for someone else. Colin, his name had been, right? He had a flashy muggle thing that stored pictures of people- still pictures, where the person didn’t get to vanish whenever they felt like it. It would be a picture of Hermione, not a pretend Hermione taking life on paper. He needed the real deal.

That’s what spurred him on tonight as he dashed after Her like a madman. The staircase to the third floor was the only place they’d find some fucking privacy- people were still scared of it since the smartest witch in the world hadn’t been able to save her albeit weak friends from nearly dying in there, understandably- he needed the real deal. No more hidden pictures and defending her from his friends and the lock of hair he’d stolen from Pansy Parkinson to stop her from brewing Polyjuice but couldn’t quite convince himself to throw away yet.

“Wait for me!” He yelled when she reached halfway up those stairs. She didn’t turn around, just collapsed to her knees. He was too far away to catch her.

“Hermione,” he said, falling to a crouch as soon as he was next to her. How was she so fast in heels?

She looked up at him through tears, breaking his heart.

“Now is- really not the time, Malfoy,” she said weakly.

“I agree, it’s not. And I’m sorry,” he said, relieved as her tears stopped for a second.

“Finally got over pulling the pigtails of the girl you like at the playground, have we?” She asked, glaring at him.

“Yes, yes, we finally grew some balls,” he didn’t bother to be surprised that she’d figured him out- of course She would have him figured out, “and now we’re here to take care of you. Let me take care of you. Please.”

“I don’t need you.”

He sighed hopelessly. He knew. He knew exactly how much she didn’t need him, but-

“But I need you.” ////

Hermione wasn’t sure of what she was doing.

But she’d been protecting herself since she was young, here at Hogwarts, and. And she wanted to be kept safe for once.

“You look beautiful tonight. You’re beautiful everyday, but. People don’t see that because you’re so obviously focused on being more than that. But tonight, you’ve made an effort to look beautiful, you’ve made an effort to have a good time, and let me help you enjoy yourself.”

Now she was dancing with him, his hand on her waist, his other hand gripping hers- he was so much warmer than she’d ever imagined he could be.

Harry was nowhere to be seen. She didn’t want to see Ronald.

And she felt what Draco had said. She felt it in her heart and on her hips today.

Let’s give him some kind of fraternization to yell about, she’d said. His smile had been so genuinely happy- happy for her, that she’d decided to let him fix her makeup and lead her back to the ball.

She knew his body, protective and shielding as it was now. She’d watched him enough to know when he really meant something.

“Let me show you a good time, and then let me show you that you are a good time. Let me show you that you are like stargazing.”

Fuck it. ////

“Where, exactly, are we going?” He huffed behind her. She paused.

“Love, you’re breaking my hand,” he said, and she turned around to look and realized that she really was, she was squeezing his hand too tightly.

“Sorry,” she let go.

“Where are we going?” He asked again.

Well, she’d been leading him to the Room of Requirement. Because she required him really badly, but maybe that wasn’t the best idea. Maybe he’d change his mind in the morning, and then make fun of how badly she’d needed him right now- look at how he was grinning, boyish and excited, and how easily that grin could turn into an evil smirk. The last thing she needed was to be slut shamed by the entire school, more, god knew wizards were really backwards with this kind of stuff-

“Don’t tell me you were planning to bed me already, Granger.”

There was that old-fashionedness. It was called sex, Malfoy, but she couldn’t say that out loud.

“There’s this certain type of Muffliato spell I could teach you? Basically, you could cast it on me and I wouldn’t be able to talk about whatever we get up to for the rest of our lives. Make for great teasing later, but mainly you wouldn’t have to worry about me ruining your reputation. Sworn to secrecy, and all that.”

She blinked.

“How do I know the spell isn’t just made-up?” She asked.

He grinned even harder.

“So glad you asked, love.”

And that’s how they found themselves in the Restricted section, and he was pushing into her against the shelves, murmuring about how long he’d dreamed about doing this to her, and what a dirty whore she was for him, and how he was as much of a harlot for her.

“Fuck, Granger.” Her skirts were bunched up around them, and her hair was getting ruined, and the makeup he’d restored was melting with sweat and his tears instead of her broken sobbing. And she felt safe.

And then when they were done, he lifted her off him but didn’t put her down. Carried their tired bodies all the way back to his dorm, and half-asleep, she felt him changing her into a sweatshirt that smelled like him. Some kind of curtains around their bed, keeping them from the others who’d fill this room later, and she was cocooned in him and more blankets than she’d ever been under in her entire life. His silent groans as he slid his cock back into her for the night nearly killed her, and then she fell dead asleep.

/////

Everyone was staring at them. Of course they were.

Hermione had slipped back to her dorm in the morning, and her girlfriends had been shockingly happy for her. She’d tugged her robes on, and then hurried to breakfast before she could bump into Ronald. Draco was waiting for her at the entrance to the Great Hall. He invited her to sit with him. She said no, on the grounds that she didn’t want to rely on him to defend her. He begged her to let him show her off. She’d caved.

And now she was eating at the slytherin table for the first time, with Draco Malfoy, and his pack of raucous friends who were being surprisingly nice to her. If her second year self could see her now…

Even the fucking Beauxbatons were glancing at them regularly. Ronald wasn’t bothering to hide his death stare, and Harry just… raised his goblet and drank to something, presumably the chaos she was causing. She snorted as Ron dragged him away from the Gryffindor table.

She missed him, but he’d never really taken sides when it came to Ron. Not when it really mattered.

She felt Draco lean his chin on her shoulder, and realized their friends- their friends?- had gone quiet.

“Oh, Merlin. You’re no better than a housecat,” she said, exasperated. The table burst into uproar, and Hermione suddenly realized that most of the laughter in the Great Hall came from Slytherin. ////////

“You’re still going to be friends with Potter?” He asked.

“If that’s a problem, I can leave,” She replied.

“Don’t leave.”

“I don’t intend to,” She said, smiling at him.

Today was Hogsmeade, which was good, because Draco was addicted to her. He wouldn’t have been able to let Her go so quickly. They were sitting in the Hog’s Head, unpopulated and quiet right now. He’d enchanted the tablecloth to hide them from the rest of the pub, opting to cuddle Her for warmth instead.

She stared down at him with big, brown eyes that he was absolutely enchanted with. When they’d first met, he’d really assumed she was part-Veela.

“Are we dating yet?” He asked excitedly.

“What do you mean yet?”

///////

“Tell me about yourself,” Draco said to her. They were in his bed, Muffliato spells and curtains shed. She liked it here because it was so cold that she had an excuse to cuddle him.

“My parents are dentists,” and then winced, remembering who she was talking to.

“What’s a dentist?”

“It’s… basically someone who rips your teeth out for you. It’s universally regarded as a method of torture in the muggle world.”

“Is that right? That doesn’t sound right,” he said, laughing.

“No, I swear. And they have this trademarked color? It’s this terrifying minty blue-green. It symbolizes fear for everyone but me. I’m the only weirdo who’s comforted by it because I grew up in offices that were absolutely smothered by it.”

“Are you telling me the truth right now?”

“Merlin’s honor.”

#light yandere #dramoine #fluff and smut #yule ball #draco x hermione #idk how to add tags

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