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Dramione Drabble 30

I worked on altering a scene from one of the past drabbles and adding some in between the others. It will all eventually be up on AO3 but for now, we're reintroduced to Pansy. And I know so many people love Neville and Pansy but I salivate at the idea of a dysfunctional Pansy and Theo.

Pansy took a slow, long sip from her glass as they came closer. Close enough for her to note the two pairs of pale blue eyes staring back at her.

“Can someone tell me,” She lifted a perfectly sculpted brow and lowered the glass from her lips. “Why Grangers eyes are suddenly the exact same color as Draco’s?”

Behind Pansy’s house was a large pond that was surrounded by tall brush, and the sound of frogs croaking and calling out for a mate. Behind that was a line of trees and Theo was certain that this entire property wasn’t marked on any map as being anything more than a marsh or some preserved piece of wildlife.

The frogs never stopped croaking, begging to fuck. They never stopped trying to procreate.

Draco seemed to be thinking something along the same lines, because as they settled themselves at the outdoor table, he eyed the pond and said, “We’re just bags of meat and blood.”

“I’m sorry, what?” Pansy frowned, stretching her feet out to settle on top of Theo’s lap.

“All of us, even the frogs.” He nodded toward the pond.

Hermione was staring at Draco with intrigue, her bottle of beer nestled between her thighs. Warming the liquid with the heat of her body. Draco’s fingers were spooled into her hair, his arm thrown against the back of her chair while he swirled the bourbon inside of his glass. Ice clinked against the edges and it added to the cacophony of sound echoing against the trees and sky.

Frogs could be incredibly noisy and obnoxious.

“But they don’t murder or pillage. They don’t manipulate or make love. They don’t fight or try to rule the world. They just want to survive.”

“Why do you think that is?” Theo asked, lifting an unlit cigarette to his lips. “Why are we so different?” He lit the cigarette with the tip of his wand and squinted at Draco through the smoke as he puffed and puffed.

“I think it’s because we have a soul.”

Hermione pursed her lips and tilted her head. “We don’t know that the frogs don’t have a soul. There’s no way to prove that.”

Draco chuckled and tugged gently at her curls, forcing her chin to tilt up toward him. “Have you ever been in a house haunted by dead frogs?”

Her eyelids grew heavy, despite the scowl on her face. “How do we know the frogs we’re hearing now aren’t spirits?” She countered, her voice lower.

“What?” Theo laughed and Pansy huffed out a sigh of irritation. Theo wrapped his fingers around her bare foot and began to knead them into her arch.

“Can you see the frogs?” She turned to look at Theo, her head still tilted up with the hold Draco kept on her.

“No, but it’s dark out.” He shrugged.

Hermione looked at Pansy. “Do you see them during the day?”

Pansy’s mouth pressed into a thin line as she scrutinized Granger and her new ghostly eyes. “Not usually. Most of them stay very well hidden.”

“They’re mindless, soulless creatures, love.” Draco murmured, pulling her attention back to him. “They wouldn’t kill for each other. In fact, if a water moccasin swam up and grabbed hold of one right now, the other idiot frogs would just sit back and let it happen. They have no loyalty. They’d hop away and keep searching for food or another frog to fuck. And not because it feels good but, because they’re just preprogrammed to procreate. They’re robotic. Soulless, heartless little creatures.”

“What,” Pansy drawled as she shoved her other foot into Theo’s grasp. “The fuck does this have to with Grangers eyes??”

Theo snorted and lifted the cigarette back to his lips.

“It has everything to do with it, Pans.” Draco shrugged, his eyes on Hermione’s face. His tongue slid along his lower lip.

“Stop eye fucking her and tell me what you did.” Pansy growled. Always the mother hen, always protective of her little chicks.

Theo lifted her foot and kissed the top of it, a kiss full of reverence. Tenderness, heat, passion poured from his lips to her skin.

Her eyes shifted to Theo, a flash of heat and a look of warning all wrapped up into one quick glance.

“I did what I had to.” Draco huffed. “You would have done the same.” He shot a pointed look over at Theo.

“And what is that? What has you talking about dead frogs and their mindless fucking? What has you holding onto Granger like she might bolt from you if you let go?”

Hermione lifted a brow, clearly amused. Her finger was circling the opening of her bottle, round and round. But she looked comfortable to be having Draco clinging onto her.

“I put a piece of my soul into her.” He finally said with a shrug. He glossed over it with such remarkable ease that anyone else would have scoffed or shrugged it off as more Malfoy nonsense.

But not Pansy.

The air went still around them, her eyes burned with rage, transforming the cool warmth of her usual brown eyes into dark obsidian orbs.

“You did what?” Her hair swayed as her head jerked to focus in on Hermione. Then back to Draco. Her eyes narrowed, her face pinching into that angry little number it did when she wanted to hit one of them. Theo might have been a little envious of Draco’s position. “Do you think this is a joke?”

Hermione shifted and Draco’s hand fell limp in her hair, but refused to withdraw. He took a drink from his glass, most of the ice melted, diluting his drink.

“Are you trying to get thrown into Azkaban?”

“No.” He replied slowly as his features shifted into something bored and cool. “I was trying to bring her back to life.”

He glanced down at Hermione, their eyes meeting for a heated moment. Just a quick second but Theo saw it. Hermione was still angry and scared but she was too attached to Draco. Too wrapped up in him.

“And, it worked.” He added, his gaze meeting Pansy’s.

Pansy pulled her foot out of Theo’s lap and leaned forward in her chair, hands pressing into the table. “You think someone wont find out? Look at her!”

Draco rolled his eyes and lifted the glass back to his mouth.

“She has your fucking eyes, Draco. Those two boys who follow her around like dogs are going to figure it out.”

“I am the only dog following her around.” Draco said as Hermione said, “Don’t worry about Harry.” She finally lifted that warm bottle to her mouth and took a sip. Theo smirked when she winced at the taste. Smiled when she doubled down and took a long drink to wash it away.

“Potter is just going to accept that his best friend is a fucking horcrux? Oh, right, because he loves those, doesn’t he?” Pansy hissed at Hermione.

“Harry will never turn his back on me.”

Draco fought his scowl at the ferocity in her words, the fire in her eyes.

“And what about your fiancé?”

Hermione’s cheeks flared bright red, Draco’s face darkened, his eyes falling dead.

“Don’t bring him up, Pans.”

“I bet he already suspects something.” Pansy glanced to Hermione and smirked, triumphant when she beheld a flicker of doubt in the witches eyes. “I’m right, aren’t I?”

“So what?” Draco asked.

“So what? He hates you! He’ll rat you out.”

Hermione’s lips pressed together, her eyebrows drawn tight. Theo thinks that maybe she agreed with Pansy.

“Then, I’ll kill him.”

“Malfoy!” Hermione scolded him.

But he was glaring at Pansy, challenging her. She would support him or he would walk away. That was what he was silently conveying.

Theo cleared his throat and flicked his cigarette to the ground. “I think we’re forgetting what’s really important here, guys.”

Draco and Pansy both reluctantly dragged their eyes to Theo. Hermione was staring up at Draco with concern knitted into her brows.

“And what is that, Theo?” Draco drawled, though his jaw was still tight and tense.

“The fact that someone is trying to kill you, of course.”

“Wait, what!” Pansy’s anger melted off of Draco and shifted into concern.

Draco sighed and relaxed into his seat. “Don’t worry about that.” He tapped his finger against his glass, he pulled Hermione in and placed a kiss to her temple before he released her and stood.

“What do you mean, don’t worry about that? That’s going to be the only thing I worry about, now.” Pansy looked at Hermione. “How serious is this?”

Hermione sniffed. “Very. We’ve been ambushed three times already.” She tilted her head and considered something. “I wasn’t supposed to be on that call in Surrey. I think whoever attacked me was instructed to kill the Auror who responded and well, I was the one he saw, wasn’t he?”

Draco turned his head, and looked away. He blamed himself. Through the anger and possessive shit, Theo could see the guilt that plagued him. Because she wouldn’t have died if he hadn't begged her to join him. He wouldn’t have turned her into a horcrux, she wouldn't have been killed anyone for him.

She’d still be with Weasley.

But Theo didn’t think Hermione regretted leaving Weasley. He was cheating on her, after all. But the entire situation did beg one to consider the idea that perhaps she wasn’t completely acting of her own free will.

Which is what made the horcrux thing so worrisome. Nobody knew enough about it. Nobody except for Potter.

“You’re saying that somebody in the DMLE is trying to kill Draco?”

“Yes.” Hermione nodded, glancing up at Draco. Draco who was still glaring off into the distance. Into the ghostly racket of the frogs and crickets and any other spirits who clung to the night for dear life.

“What do we plan on doing about it, exactly?” Pansy was asking Draco but Draco was lost. And it was Hermione who replied.

Her voice was soft, too sweet to be uttering the words that would surely be running through the mind of Draco Malfoy and not Hermione Granger.

“We end them.”

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