writemudblood: Dramione Challenge 019- Alternate Universe Draco and Hermione as Tributes Hermione sat on the damp Earth. Her hair fell like cascades of muddy waves down her arched back. Beside her, laid an unconscious Draco Malfoy, soundly sleeping. Hermione watched the rise and fall of his chest, the small flutters of movement he made. We’re safe for now, Hermione thought. “Go to sleep, Granger,” muttered Draco as he stirred awake. Hermione couldn’t help but gasp at his appearance. Back home, Draco had been different. Being the son of the wealthiest family, Draco never suffered the same kind of labor she did. He had always lived a charmed life. The Draco that sat before her was different. His arms were pocked with scars and burns, his normally well-groomed hair in a tangle of mud-streaked chaos. His once tailored-clothes were replaced by fighting uniforms assigned to each Tribute. “Stare all you want, Granger. It may be the only chance you get.” The contempt in his voice was rich. Hermione couldn’t help but wince. Draco quickly gathered his things into his pack. “We’ll probably be dead by tomorrow anyway.” “What makes you say that?” “There’s 24 of us, only one gets out alive. Don’t you see? This is a game, a frenzy of planned attacks and strategic battles. It’s every man for himself.”  “Then why did you come back for me? I was dying and you came back for me.” Hermione searched his eyes. “You would have to kill me soon. So why?” For a second, Draco held her gaze. Then he looked away. His eyes wander the perimeter of their makeshift camping ground. “What I said out there, it’s true. I do want to survive. But I can’t…I can’t lose you.” Hermione stared at him, searching for mockery in his eyes. But there wasn’t any. A moment passed before Draco blinked and moved away slightly. In the eerie silence that followed, Hermione crawled back inside the cave and leaned her head towards Draco’s shoulder. It felt like the most natural thing in the world to her then. Draco shuffled, but didn’t say a word. He simply looked outside, his eyes watchful. His fingers laced around hers. She heard the faint rumble of thunder from a distance. She fell asleep to the whisper of the wind and the beating of Draco’s heart.

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Dramione Challenge 019- Alternate Universe

Draco and Hermione as Tributes

Hermione sat on the damp Earth. Her hair fell like cascades of muddy waves down her arched back. Beside her, laid an unconscious Draco Malfoy, soundly sleeping. Hermione watched the rise and fall of his chest, the small flutters of movement he made. We’re safe for now, Hermione thought.

“Go to sleep, Granger,” muttered Draco as he stirred awake. Hermione couldn’t help but gasp at his appearance. Back home, Draco had been different. Being the son of the wealthiest family, Draco never suffered the same kind of labor she did. He had always lived a charmed life.

The Draco that sat before her was different. His arms were pocked with scars and burns, his normally well-groomed hair in a tangle of mud-streaked chaos. His once tailored-clothes were replaced by fighting uniforms assigned to each Tribute.

“Stare all you want, Granger. It may be the only chance you get.” The contempt in his voice was rich. Hermione couldn’t help but wince. Draco quickly gathered his things into his pack. “We’ll probably be dead by tomorrow anyway.”

“What makes you say that?”

“There’s 24 of us, only one gets out alive. Don’t you see? This is a game, a frenzy of planned attacks and strategic battles. It’s every man for himself.” 

“Then why did you come back for me? I was dying and you came back for me.” Hermione searched his eyes. “You would have to kill me soon. So why?”

For a second, Draco held her gaze. Then he looked away. His eyes wander the perimeter of their makeshift camping ground. “What I said out there, it’s true. I do want to survive. But I can’t…I can’t lose you.”

Hermione stared at him, searching for mockery in his eyes. But there wasn’t any. A moment passed before Draco blinked and moved away slightly. In the eerie silence that followed, Hermione crawled back inside the cave and leaned her head towards Draco’s shoulder. It felt like the most natural thing in the world to her then. Draco shuffled, but didn’t say a word. He simply looked outside, his eyes watchful. His fingers laced around hers.

She heard the faint rumble of thunder from a distance. She fell asleep to the whisper of the wind and the beating of Draco’s heart.

theperksofbeingatimelord: challenge 19dramione au: whereby draco and hermione become fugitives. He drew her in close enough that she could feel his breath on her skin. “Granger, do you trust me?” he said. His voice was now serious and unwavering. Hermione swallowed and looked directly into Draco’s eyes. She saw an angry and violent storm of fright and anxiety rising which she could not help but find inviting. Then he drew his eyes from hers to glance behind his left shoulder and then the other.   “What are you talking about, Malfoy?” He turned back to her and repeated: “Do you trust me, Hermione?” She inhaled sharply when he said her name for the first time. Hermione was absolutely baffled but there was something about the way Draco’s hand was entwined with hers, the way he looked at her with unblinking eyes waiting for her reply. Hermione couldn’t help herself. “With my life.” The corners of Draco’s mouth curled slightly, before he stood up pulling Hermione with him. He looked nervously around the nigh on empty café. “We need to get out of here, it’s too dangerous. They’ll be here soon. I know they are watching,” Draco didn’t notice that he was muttering to himself until Hermione’s grip on his hand tightened. He turned slowly and met a pair of eyes gazing up at him. They were a kaleidoscope of fear and puzzlement yet undeniably beautiful. Draco titled his head towards the door and the two of them strode in that direction.  “Where are we going?” Hermione whispered, overwhelmed with a new sensation of adrenaline and panic. “12 Grimmauld Place. It’s the only safe place left.”

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challenge 19dramione au: whereby draco and hermione become fugitives.

He drew her in close enough that she could feel his breath on her skin.

“Granger, do you trust me?” he said. His voice was now serious and unwavering. Hermione swallowed and looked directly into Draco’s eyes. She saw an angry and violent storm of fright and anxiety rising which she could not help but find inviting. Then he drew his eyes from hers to glance behind his left shoulder and then the other.  

“What are you talking about, Malfoy?” He turned back to her and repeated: “Do you trust me, Hermione?” She inhaled sharply when he said her name for the first time. Hermione was absolutely baffled but there was something about the way Draco’s hand was entwined with hers, the way he looked at her with unblinking eyes waiting for her reply. Hermione couldn’t help herself. “With my life.”

The corners of Draco’s mouth curled slightly, before he stood up pulling Hermione with him. He looked nervously around the nigh on empty café.

“We need to get out of here, it’s too dangerous. They’ll be here soon. I know they are watching,” Draco didn’t notice that he was muttering to himself until Hermione’s grip on his hand tightened. He turned slowly and met a pair of eyes gazing up at him. They were a kaleidoscope of fear and puzzlement yet undeniably beautiful. Draco titled his head towards the door and the two of them strode in that direction.

 “Where are we going?” Hermione whispered, overwhelmed with a new sensation of adrenaline and panic. “12 Grimmauld Place. It’s the only safe place left.”