Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Hermione Granger
Setting: Canon-divergent war AU
Word Count: 762
When it finally happens—when it finally blisters, and burns, and bursts into flames—it’s the fourteenth of February, and there’s a door between them.
It’s a perfectly ordinary door; flat, medium-brown wood with whorls like fingerprints and splotches of ancient mahogany stain marring the slightly scarred space around the dented brass knob. Chips and scratches litter the frame, and it strikes him as symbolic, really, that it’s locked. An ominous sort of silence emanates from either side. Echoes. Permeates.
“You’re sure?” he blurts out, and then winces. His nails, already bitten down to raw pink cuticles, dig scythe-shaped crescents into the calluses on his palms. “I mean—it would be rather silly, wouldn’t it, to get…worked up. Over nothing.”
There’s a creaking sound from the bathroom, weight shifting and a throat clearing, high-pitched and hoarse.
“Worked up,” she replies, voice somehow both softer and colder than he’d heard it in ages. Months. Two months, really. Since he’d—since they’d—“That’s what you think this is. Me. Getting worked up.”
He starts to sigh, frustration clogging his lungs like quick-set cement, but manages to stop himself. Bite down on the tip of his tongue until it hurts more than it distracts.
“No, I just—it was one time—”
“Yes, one mission,” she interrupts, audibly sour. “That bit’s important.”