Dramione Drabbles [twitter/Bluesky prompts]

Hermione almost yelped when Draco snaked his hand between her breasts. His fingers danced along her skin almost tentatively. Brushed against her nipples suggestively. Making her sigh.

His shit-eating grin almost made her smack his hand away.

This wasn't what Hermione meant when she agreed to fake date him to get his rabid fans to back off. They'd done the whole "kiss for the crowd" and gazing deeply into each other's eyes until they watered and stung. They'd been on several dates as well.

But it wasn't enough, apparently. He grinned down at her and she narrowed her eyes up at him, almost daring him to do it.

Maybe she'd had too much to drink at this newest facade of a gala because all she could do was smile and flush as his warm hands cupped her from the side. Awkward and daring but gentle and arousing all the same. Almost like he was trying to confuse her.

It's fake, she told herself as she struggled to control her reactions. Fake. Fake. Fake. As in, not real. He didn't really want her that way. Fuck but that last lick of his lips made it seem so much more real. As though he was just testing her reactions. Cataloguing her. Watching and listening to her ragged breaths and racing heart.

She wanted so badly for him to lean in, kiss her, and declare that it's all been real for him.

Hermione gazed up at him, her eyes darkening. Surprisingly, his smirk softened and he leaned in closer. Her lips parted and she held her breath.

But all good things must come to an end.

"Damn, Granger," Theodore Nott said from the side, leaning over to get an eyeful and breaking the spell. "You look good."

Hermione pulled back and blinked owlishly. Draco removed his hand and she felt cold and bereft. Then she mentally slapped herself for the public display. She looked around but most people were still dancing with their own partners. She shooed a laughing Theo away and avoided Draco's eyes as he pulled her back into their semi-swaying dance.

His chin rested on her head as Hermione made the decision right then and there to stop fooling herself. To either ask him if he felt something too or just stop this charade before he broke her heart.

After the song was done, she pulled away, took a deep breath and met his gaze. He looked concerned.

"We need to talk."