interpretthis | Fic: Mid-Dinner Mint (valentine08 #3)

Title: Mid-Dinner Mint

Author: interpretthis
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Draco/Hermione

Rating: PG-13

WC: 557

Notes: For day three of the 7 Kisses Challenge @ dramionedrabble. Prompt: angry kiss.

Hermione glared at her husband from across the large mahogany table, cutting into her slice of ham with a vicious stab. She shoveled a bite into her mouth and chewed as if her life depended on it, trying with all her might to avoid the steely eyes of her father-in-law and the appraising, narrowed eyes of his wife.

Draco cleared his throat.

“Hermione if I could speak with you for a moment in the hall?” His eyes bored into her from across the table. She swallowed thickly and dropped her knife, standing and making her way into the hall without even glancing at him. He knew how much she hated these dinners and still he berated her.

Draco was two steps behind her into the darkness of the corridor, closing the door behind him with a snap as he came. He stood stalk-tall, drawing himself up to an imposing height in the disturbingly still darkness.

“Hermione,” he breathed, his voice low and husky. She crossed her arms across her chest with another swallow and watched her toes as she scrunched them tightly in her flats. She could feel his eyes on her head like ice. A pool of moonlight spilled in from a window a few yards down. She glanced over to it. Anything to avoid those eyes. “I know you dislike my family -”

“Only because they dislike me!” she broke in haughtily, snapping her head up to glare at him, her eyes dancing with dark fire.

Draco clenched his teeth tightly.

“Once a month Hermione. All I ask is for you to behave yourself once a month. You don’t need to chat or even smile, but if you could get through one bloody night without snide comments and death glares, the world would be a happier place.”

“And will they lay off the ice in return? I think not.” Hermione took a short step forward to stamp on his foot. She knew she was being childish, but it was a hard subject to drop.

Draco growled and grabbed her arms, pressing her into the dark, paneled wall. Hermione sucked in a sharp breath, closing her eyes against his neck.

“You. Will. Behave.” He hissed softly, letting a shiver course the length of her spine with each word. He loosed his grip on her arms and cupped her cheeks, pressing his icy lips to her feverish ones with fierce intensity. All thought of annoying him and his infuriating parents flew from her head and into the darkness as she let his tongue sweep in and claim her. She clutched at him, running her fingers into the hair at the base of his neck as a silent thrill pulsed through her. He pulled away suddenly, breathing heavily. Hermione moaned, catching his gaze with pleading eyes. She steadied herself against the wall.

“If my parents knew…” Draco trailed off with a manic gleam in his eye.

Hermione glared.

Draco leaned in once more, pressing their lips together one instant and pulling away the next. He straightened his dinner clothes, flashed her a strange expression somewhere between an inviting wink and a warning glare and disappeared back into the dining room.

Hermione was going to kill him after his parents left. But not before she –

“Hermione, you coming?” he called from the table.

She grumbled and opened the door.