#hermione and draco

I feel love in your eyes.  

It’s not the first time I’ve said this to you, but I’m so sorry that Reylo would be a great influence on Dramione at Hogwarts.

Ben and Rey’s relationship would shake the walls of Hogwarts with changes that would make the whole story more exciting.

An excellent fanfiction, write!

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She doesn’t hear the boat arrive.

She is lying face-down, topless and half-asleep on a large, emerald-green towel spread out across the sand. Her hair is twisted into a loose, somewhat messy knot on top of her head, and her skin is slick and soft from the tanning oil her mother had packed. The strings of her bikini bottom—a vivid, vampy red and far too skimpy, really—are tickling the sides of her hips.

Her eyes are closed. She’s relaxed for what very well may be the first time in months, and she doesn’t notice the tall, slender shadow hovering above her until—

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Malfoy groans, plopping down on the end of her towel and roughly nudging her feet.

She shrieks and gasps, flipping over onto her back and holding her hands up to her breasts.

“You—what are you—you’re early!” she says in a too-loud whisper, glancing furtively at the skinny dirt path that winds through the rocks and up to the villa.

“You said you’d be here Tuesday!”

He brushes sand off the front of his white linen shorts and drapes her legs over his lap so he can sit more comfortably on the towel; he’s wearing an expensive-looking, pastel pink v-neck t-shirt, silver-rimmed aviator sunglasses, and brown leather flip-flops. She isn’t certain she would have recognized him if he hadn’t announced himself the way he had.

“I was bored,” he shrugs.

She sits up gingerly, careful to keep one arm covering her chest.

“That’s not really an explanation,” she points out.

He rubs at his chin, and she can see a trace of dark blond stubble glinting in the sunlight.

“So,” he says, ostensibly changing the subject, “can I just—let me get this straight, Granger. You won’t so much as kiss me on the bloody mouth when my cock is inside you, but you’re perfectly willing to lie about topless on a public beach. Really.”

She rolls her eyes.

“It’s a private beach, actually.”

He flashes his teeth in a sharp smile.

“That’s not really an explanation,” he mimics, fingertips grazing the arch of her ankle.

She shivers, which is inexcusable considering the heat, and fights the urge to move away.

“You’re not my boyfriend,” she says bluntly, wishing he would take his sunglasses off; his lips are pressed together in a thin line, and she can’t determine what expression is on his face. “We aren’t in a relationship. It’s easy, when we're—having sex, for the lines to get a bit blurry, especially when the Veela…is in control. But you and I—we don’t like each other. My rules are there so we don’t forget that.”

He taps the heel of his palm against her calf and hums thoughtfully before removing her legs and getting to his feet. He appraises her for a long moment, and she has to squint into the sun to see him when he speaks again.

“You look good with a tan,” he says, tilting his head to the side. “Pretty.”

She stares after him, wordlessly, as he scoops up a medium-sized canvas overnight bag and begins the trek up the path to the villa.

Excerpt from Disasterologyby provocative envy.

If you aren’t already reading it, you’re missing out on one hell of a fanfic