Valentines Drabble #4
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madeleoneRating: G
Word Count: 505
Note: For day 4 of the Dramione Drabbles Valentine's Day 2009 challenge, using quotes from Moulin Rouge, using Prompt #6 .It's not that I'm not a jealous man. I just don't like other people touching my things.(slightly altered) unbeta'd all mistakes are my own.
The Charity Ball
She started slightly upon hearing his approach, glanced over her shoulder at him but then ignored him and wrapped her arms around herself turning away to stare out into the night. He could see a shiver run through her and there were goose bumps on her arms. Crazy bint, it was freezing out here, what could she be thinking? Removing his jacket he placed it over her shoulders and enfolded her in his arms pulling her close, her back to his chest.
“You’ve survived, among other things, a 3-headed dog, a basilisk, being submerged in the Black Lake, Umbridge, my crazy aunt and Voldemort’s war and now you’re trying to commit suicide by freezing? Are you insane, Luv?”
“No,” she replied, “Maybe I just wanted a breath of fresh air.”
“It’s February.”
“So, people can breath in February.”
“You’re outside, in a dress that leaves you practically naked, in February, because you want to breath?”
“I thought you liked my dress, you said you did earlier.”
“I love your dress and I love you in it, but I don’t want you to turn into a Granger-cicle.”
She didn’t respond, just continued to lean back into him.
Holding her tight and nibbling her neck right below her ear in that sensitive spot that usually drove her crazy, but she continued to ignore him. “Are you angry with me?” he asked.
“No. Should I be?”
“Noooo, I don’t think so,” he replied cautiously. Should she? He couldn’t remember doing anything to tick her off.
“Well there you go then.”
“Then why do I feel like you are angry with me?”
“Maybe you have a guilty conscience.”
“Sod it all, Hermione. I do not have guilty conscience, if I’ve done something just tell me and put me out of my misery.”
“I’m not angry.” But her voice sounded tart. After a moment she asked, “So, are you through dancing with all your many admirers’?”
Suddenly the light dawned for him. “Oh, my Gods! You’re jealous!”
“No. I. Am. Not.” she replied, curtly.
“Yes. You. Are.” Spinning her in his arms he kissed her lightly, then leaning back to look into her eyes he reassured her, “But you shouldn’t be, sweet. It’s a charity ball, that’s what one does at a ball, after all, they dance with other people.”
Looking up into his face doing that funny little nose scrunchy thing that she did that he loved so much, she explained, “It’s not that I’m not the jealous sort. I just don’t like other people touching my things. And they were all touching you…..a lot. I didn‘t like it very much,” she pouted.
Smirking his patented Malfoy smirk he asked, “Hmmmmmm, and you think of me as your personal property now, do you?”
She wrapped her arms around him and they began slowly dancing around the patio. “Yes, Draco. I think of you as mine. Mine today, mine tomorrow and mine for always. I love you, you know.”
“And I love you, Hermione. Happy Valentine’s Day!”
Word Count: 505
Note: For day 4 of the Dramione Drabbles Valentine's Day 2009 challenge, using quotes from Moulin Rouge, using Prompt #6 .It's not that I'm not a jealous man. I just don't like other people touching my things.(slightly altered) unbeta'd all mistakes are my own.
The Charity Ball
She started slightly upon hearing his approach, glanced over her shoulder at him but then ignored him and wrapped her arms around herself turning away to stare out into the night. He could see a shiver run through her and there were goose bumps on her arms. Crazy bint, it was freezing out here, what could she be thinking? Removing his jacket he placed it over her shoulders and enfolded her in his arms pulling her close, her back to his chest.
“You’ve survived, among other things, a 3-headed dog, a basilisk, being submerged in the Black Lake, Umbridge, my crazy aunt and Voldemort’s war and now you’re trying to commit suicide by freezing? Are you insane, Luv?”
“No,” she replied, “Maybe I just wanted a breath of fresh air.”
“It’s February.”
“So, people can breath in February.”
“You’re outside, in a dress that leaves you practically naked, in February, because you want to breath?”
“I thought you liked my dress, you said you did earlier.”
“I love your dress and I love you in it, but I don’t want you to turn into a Granger-cicle.”
She didn’t respond, just continued to lean back into him.
Holding her tight and nibbling her neck right below her ear in that sensitive spot that usually drove her crazy, but she continued to ignore him. “Are you angry with me?” he asked.
“No. Should I be?”
“Noooo, I don’t think so,” he replied cautiously. Should she? He couldn’t remember doing anything to tick her off.
“Well there you go then.”
“Then why do I feel like you are angry with me?”
“Maybe you have a guilty conscience.”
“Sod it all, Hermione. I do not have guilty conscience, if I’ve done something just tell me and put me out of my misery.”
“I’m not angry.” But her voice sounded tart. After a moment she asked, “So, are you through dancing with all your many admirers’?”
Suddenly the light dawned for him. “Oh, my Gods! You’re jealous!”
“No. I. Am. Not.” she replied, curtly.
“Yes. You. Are.” Spinning her in his arms he kissed her lightly, then leaning back to look into her eyes he reassured her, “But you shouldn’t be, sweet. It’s a charity ball, that’s what one does at a ball, after all, they dance with other people.”
Looking up into his face doing that funny little nose scrunchy thing that she did that he loved so much, she explained, “It’s not that I’m not the jealous sort. I just don’t like other people touching my things. And they were all touching you…..a lot. I didn‘t like it very much,” she pouted.
Smirking his patented Malfoy smirk he asked, “Hmmmmmm, and you think of me as your personal property now, do you?”
She wrapped her arms around him and they began slowly dancing around the patio. “Yes, Draco. I think of you as mine. Mine today, mine tomorrow and mine for always. I love you, you know.”
“And I love you, Hermione. Happy Valentine’s Day!”