Post by Elienp on Nov 20, 2011 0:27:25 GMT -8
Title: Trust me
Rating: T
Warning: None
Words: 281
Summary: Draco has to adapt his flight, because he isn't playing Quidditch.
He felt her hands tense around his waist, she was scared, terrified even, yet she wouldn't say anything about it. She trusted him to protect her. He'd protect her. He wouldn't let any harm come to her. No, she knew he wouldn't.
Draco liked the feeling of her leaning against him, relying on him. His flight would be different from when he played Quidditch, slower, gentler, more careful for he wasn't racing after the golden snitch, but her golden trust.
It was the first time Hermione Granger was riding a broom without being forced to do so. She'd agreed to fly with Draco, willingly and conscious of all the consequences it might arouse.
First she was with Draco, or did it come in second? Hermione didn't know which thing would astonish her friends the most, that she, with her monstrous fear of heights, was up in the air, or that the person accompanying her was, actually, supposed to hate her.
Which thing was the most surprising she truly did wonder.
Of course, for them both, there was nothing surprising. They had been secretly dating for months, and Draco had, little by little, made her understand how much it'd mean to him if they could fly together.
The idea had progressively made its way but, it had only been when Hermione had seen Draco's pained face after another of her refusals, that it had hit her straight to the heart.
She'd prove him she trusted him, loved him, by flying with him. She hoped he understood how much it meant to her.
Draco's hand covered hers, caressing them gently.
“Don't worry, I won't ever let anything happen to you. I promise.”
Rating: T
Warning: None
Words: 281
Summary: Draco has to adapt his flight, because he isn't playing Quidditch.
He felt her hands tense around his waist, she was scared, terrified even, yet she wouldn't say anything about it. She trusted him to protect her. He'd protect her. He wouldn't let any harm come to her. No, she knew he wouldn't.
Draco liked the feeling of her leaning against him, relying on him. His flight would be different from when he played Quidditch, slower, gentler, more careful for he wasn't racing after the golden snitch, but her golden trust.
It was the first time Hermione Granger was riding a broom without being forced to do so. She'd agreed to fly with Draco, willingly and conscious of all the consequences it might arouse.
First she was with Draco, or did it come in second? Hermione didn't know which thing would astonish her friends the most, that she, with her monstrous fear of heights, was up in the air, or that the person accompanying her was, actually, supposed to hate her.
Which thing was the most surprising she truly did wonder.
Of course, for them both, there was nothing surprising. They had been secretly dating for months, and Draco had, little by little, made her understand how much it'd mean to him if they could fly together.
The idea had progressively made its way but, it had only been when Hermione had seen Draco's pained face after another of her refusals, that it had hit her straight to the heart.
She'd prove him she trusted him, loved him, by flying with him. She hoped he understood how much it meant to her.
Draco's hand covered hers, caressing them gently.
“Don't worry, I won't ever let anything happen to you. I promise.”
Well done 
