Dramione Oneshots

Her Tie, His Obsession

She felt a hand wrap around her arm and before she knew what was happening, she was dragged into an empty classroom.

"Honestly, Granger," her attacker huffed. "You look an absolute mess. Who taught you how to tie a tie?" He loosened the knot slightly, readjusted the lengths of the hanging material without completely undoing the whole thing, then tugged it securely back in place.

"My father." She expected some quip about how useless muggles were, but it never came. He simply straightened her collar, and left her alone, utterly and completely flabbergasted by the unprecedented experience with, of all people, Draco Malfoy.

Two days later, Hermione spilled pumpkin juice on her uniform. A quick drying spell sopped up the liquid, but left a murky orange-ish stain. It wasn't terribly noticeable and if she had paid more attention to Mrs Weasley, she might have known how to rid that as well. No one seemed to mind though, if they even saw it. Or so she thought, until again the young witch found herself yanked out of the corridor and into a nearby classroom.

"Where is your jumper?"

"My jumper?" she asked dumbly. "Eh, in my room, I guess. Why?" She didn't understand what this was about, or why the pristine blonde appeared so agitated once more. "Malfoy, what are you doing?" He was pulling his outer layer off, leaving him in his white button-up and black tie. After sliding the satchel strap from her shoulder, he pulled the material over her head, encasing her in his warmth.

"There," he said. "I mean, you look ridiculous, but at least you're not walking around in sullied clothing for all to see."

Yes, and what a scandal that would have been.

Somehow, wearing an abundantly obvious Slytherin wizard's sweater seemed more conspicuous.

And so this continued, every few days Malfoy would find something objectively incorrect about what Hermione was wearing or how. At various points of the day, be it before breakfast, on her way back from the loo, or while she sat minding her own business in the library, she was accosted by the posh fruitcake.

By the end of November, she wasn't even reacting much to the abrupt derailment whenever she was pulled off course. This alcove, however, was far smaller than any of the classrooms, which meant the two were forced to stand significantly closer than ever before. From this distance, Hermione noted swirls of silver in his stormy eyes. "Malfoy!" He completely removed her tie and even unbuttoned her blouse to fiddle with her collar more easily. It was strangely intimate, despite her knowing that he was not, in fact, undressing her. "What are you doing?" She bit her lip when his fingers tickled her collarbone and his skin touched hers for the first time (barring third year, of course).

"How do you even get it so twisted?" He huffed in frustration, missing how she shivered. The warmth of his breath sent chills down her spine and goosebumps across her flesh when he bent over her. "It's like you do this on purpose."

She hadn't been... but that wasn't a bad idea.

Nearly five months go by. There was hardly a day during which Draco Malfoy did not find himself fixing one thing or another on Granger's person. It was usually, though not limited to, her tie. He didn't know what was going on with her. She was becoming more and more dishevelled by the day, it seemed. By the hour even! He could fix her tie after breakfast, then on the way to lunch, he would see how she mucked it up again.

"What has your wand in a knot?"

He needed to get out of the corridor and away from everyone, because anyone could suddenly turn into Hermione Granger and he simply was not in the mood to deal with her. Thankfully, there were only a few people in the common room, and thankfully, they were the few he would consider to be his friends. "Have you seen her today?" he asked in response to Zabini's question.