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Colors of Us
None - Words: 3,224 - Rated: K+ - English - Romance - Chapters: 6 - Updated: 13-02-2018 - Published: 13-02-2018 - by sugarfreecakes (FFN)

Disclaimer: I do not own any part the Harry Potter universe.


It is the color of the sky as she holds onto his waist, squealing with a mixture of fright and delight at being on his broom. Her fingers twist into the color as she clings to his shirt, the material fisted in her hands. When he looks at her legs, it is the color of those muggle jeans that highlight her every curve. When she meets his gaze, he knows it is the color of happiness that shines in his own eyes.

Spring, 2000.

"Oh, Draco, I don't know about it," Hermione said, looking from his hovering broom to his face.

He sighed and shook his head. "Aren't you a Gryffindor? Where's your courage?"

She glared at him, hands finding a home on her hips. "Don't taunt me, Draco. You know how I feel about flying."

"I'll be right there though. We can ride together."

"Five minutes," she said.

"At least twenty," he replied.


He reached out and touched her chin, a small smile on his face. "Alright, ten minutes. Now, I'd let you sit in front of me because I know you'd feel safer, but I'm afraid I won't be able to see where I'm flying, so you'll have to ride in the back."

She nodded and mounted the broom after him, swinging her legs over and mentally telling herself that she'll never listen to him again. She took a deep breath and wrapped her arms securely around his middle. It was a warm day for early March and he wasn't wearing a cloak over his shirt and pants. When he lifted the broom off the ground, she buried her face into the soft blue material covering his back, right between his shoulder blades.

The longer they flew, the more comfortable she became. He took her around the grounds of Malfoy Manor, pointing out the thicket of trees on the south lawn where he and Theodore Nott had played hide-and-seek as children. He flew over the gardens and let her gawk at the peacocks his mother insisted on keeping. When he felt like being funny and daring, he turned them quickly upside down and made her squeal in both fright and wonder. He kept his promise and didn't keep her on the broom for longer than the agreed upon ten minutes.

"Well, that was fun, right?" Draco asked after they returned his broom to the shed behind the manor.

"It wasn't terrible," she half-way agreed.

As he took her hand into his and she looked up at his smile, she thought that just maybe flying with Draco wasn't so bad.

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