Which is, in and of itself, a potential problem. If they intend to do this again and again (and they’ve already made it very clear that they do, and vigorously), then there might be a wrinkle in the works. Draco just wants to let the moment sit, wants to savour it and live in the minute and not have to think of the future and ideally never have to discuss the logistics, but. He exhales beneath her, where she's sprawled over him.
At the end of the day, he’s also that stubborn clever bastard who figured out how to repair and use a Vanishing Cabinet on his own. Trained in Occlumency. Dedicated himself to a yearlong impossible infiltration of an incredibly powerful castle's wards, no matter the toll it took on him. So he was meticulous and prepared when he wanted to be (an unexpected similarity between them, a streak he tried not to reveal much), and he knew how by-the-book Hermione could be, and so the question which eventually wriggles loose is a kind of half-bemused, half-horrified:
“Oh, Merlin, are we going to have to sign Ministry paperwork? Is there a disclosure form for being colleagues-with-benefits?”
Or do they just hide it? Hiding it sounds sexier. But point to Malfoy: at least he doesn’t immediately blurt that suggestion aloud, for fear it’ll sound like she’s some shameful secret he wants to sweep beneath the rug. Honestly, the road goes two ways: he can only imagine the look on Potter and Weasley’s faces if-when they find out whose bed their best friend fell into.
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At the end of the day, he’s also that stubborn clever bastard who figured out how to repair and use a Vanishing Cabinet on his own. Trained in Occlumency. Dedicated himself to a yearlong impossible infiltration of an incredibly powerful castle's wards, no matter the toll it took on him. So he was meticulous and prepared when he wanted to be (an unexpected similarity between them, a streak he tried not to reveal much), and he knew how by-the-book Hermione could be, and so the question which eventually wriggles loose is a kind of half-bemused, half-horrified:
“Oh, Merlin, are we going to have to sign Ministry paperwork? Is there a disclosure form for being colleagues-with-benefits?”
Or do they just hide it? Hiding it sounds sexier. But point to Malfoy: at least he doesn’t immediately blurt that suggestion aloud, for fear it’ll sound like she’s some shameful secret he wants to sweep beneath the rug. Honestly, the road goes two ways: he can only imagine the look on Potter and Weasley’s faces if-when they find out whose bed their best friend fell into.