Foul Loathsome Evil Little Soulmate
“Malfoy? Can I come in?” She called, glancing back at the boys watching her curiously.
“He hasn’t spoken all day. The only words anyone’s had from him are ‘fuck’ and ‘off’.” Theo said.
“Granger?” Malfoy asked tentatively from the other side of the door. The boys blinked in surprise.
“You could probably go back downstairs if you wanted.” She offered as she nudged the door open. Blaise nodded, even as Theo was more reluctant, trying to peer inside. Once they were gone, she ventured in.
“You can’t laugh.” Malfoy said, his face hidden in the gloom. All the curtains were closed, making it hard to see. She glanced down at her hand, and then towards the bed, where she could see he was sitting.
“Is it what I think it is?” She asked.
“Brightest bloody witch of the age.” He muttered. “You can’t laugh, seeing as this was your doing.”
“I already feel bad, Malfoy, you don’t need to rub it in. I won’t laugh, just let me see.” She replied, and he waved his hand, opening the curtains. Across his face, covering his nose, was a golden splotchy mark. He was looking at her nervously, and she frowned, making her way over to him and perching on the edge of the bed next to him. She held up her hand, wiggling her fingers slightly as they glistened in the light, like they’d been dipped in gold.
“I hadn’t realised we hadn’t touched before that day.” She said, and he huffed out an incredulous laugh.
“Why would we have? With everything I believed about you…” He tailed off, and she turned to look at him.
“Is that why you’re hiding up here? Because it’s obvious it’s me?”
He nodded. “You don’t want this, Granger. You don’t deserve-“
“Who are you to decide what I deserve? You’re serious? I thought you’d be annoyed with me. I spoiled something so special...”
“Don’t do that. This was my fault. I loved pushing your buttons, trying to get a reaction from you. I still do, if I’m honest.”
“I’d not noticed.” She glanced at him, and he snorted, before growing more serious.
“If you want to hide this, then we will. I know you can’t glamour a soulmate mark, but surely between the two of us we can figure something out.”
“Do you want to hide it?” She asked. He looked surprised, as if he’d assumed his opinion meant nothing.
“Um. No, not really. But it’s not up to me.”
“This is only between you and me, Malfoy. Not anyone else.” Hermione said firmly.
“You don’t want to hide?” He frowned.
“When have I ever hidden from anything?” She smirked, and he huffed.
“You’re going to need to be patient. There’s a reason I wasn’t sorted into gryffindor.”
She shrugged. “I’ve got time. Our whole lives, if you want.”
He hummed, taking her hand in his. “Ok.” It was obvious he was nervous, and Hermione squeezed his hand as she replied.
“Ok.” She smiled.