Chapter Text
Title: After the Battle
She caught him in the corridor before he left the castle, before he slunk away to start anew with his family. Cheers rose in the distance, cheers for Harry's victory, but as she flung herself into Draco's arms and rose up on her toes, she thought the cheers were for them. Triumph and victory and a struggle against all odds. Her hands were shaking in his hair, his hands were trembling on her waist. Against the stone wall, with smoke, tears, and blood on his mouth, she kissed him. "We can start over," Hermione whispered. "We'll make a new beginning."
Title: Again.
(Month 2 – Mod's Choice)
"Check the sofa again."
"I did. Twice."
"Look again. It has to be here. Somewhere."
Draco slumped, rubbing his forehead. "Just go without, Granger. No one's going to notice if you don't wear earrings to this party. Especially not with that dress."
"Malfoy!" Hermione stood, arms akimbo, and glared at him.
Draco stood and crossed the room, kissing her forehead. "You look gorgeous. You don't need earrings. Besides, without them, I can do this." He bent to suck her earlobe.
Hermione shivered. "Prat. You know what that does to me." She grabbed his head and tugged him down. "Fine. Again."
Title: For a Kiss
"You've had your laugh. Hand it over." Hermione jumped, grabbing for the parchment Malfoy held overhead. He laughed and wriggled it.
"Told you what you have to do for it."
She huffed. Folded her arms. Tapped her foot.
He smirked.
Hermione rolled her eyes and rose on her toes, arms twining around Malfoy's neck. She kissed him, deep and slow, and he moaned when she pulled away. Hermione snatched the parchment and returned his smirk. "You don't have to steal my reports for a kiss, Malfoy. Even if it's more fun." She patted his cheek. "See you at dinner, love."
Title: Wheels
(Month 4 – Winner)
Flat on his back, arms folded, he stared at the sky. "Told you this was a bad idea. Man was not meant to move on wheels." Or to fall over six times.
Hermione prodded him. "But man was meant to fly on sticks?"
"That's normal. This is unnatural." He huffed and sulked. "Leave me, woman. Let me die."
"You just need practice. Get up." She added, in a singsong voice. "You'll get a reward."
Draco pushed onto his elbows. "Which is?"
She skated away, flipping her skirt up and laughing. Either those were skin-toned knickers or....
He got up. Fast.
Title: Sticky
(Month 5 – 3rd place)
"Malfoy, this is ridiculous. I'm not a buffet."
"Hush." Draco blew on the frog's tail. It jumped from Hermione's knee to her hip, leaving small chocolate footprints on her skin. Draco blew again. The frog leapt to Hermione's ribcage, shoulder, navel. It hopped all over, painting her with three-toed markings that shrank as the frog melted from her body heat.
"Malfoy, that tickles, and you're getting me all sticky." Hermione jerked her hair away from the frog.
"Trust me." Draco licked chocolate off her hip, grinning as she shivered. "There. Still sticky?"
"Mmm. Yes." She purred and stretched. "Keep going."