Fanfic for the Dramione Drabble Easter 2008 challenge. Prompt: Envy.
There was something decidedly Slytherin-ish about Hermione that afternoon. She was green.
It all started in the morning, during a particularly grueling Potions class. They were brewing something with quite a strange shade of green (something like a cross between mint and lime) and a very, very disconcerting smell of pineapple. The smoke that wafted up to the ceiling had a slight tinge of purple to it, and was making rather interesting shapes that Parvati had insisted held a very bad omen for a certain Harry Potter. All in all, it wasn’t a day that anyone expected would be filled with screams, sobs, and a life that would be changed dramatically.
“Longbottom,” Snape breathed down the back of the poor boy’s neck, nearly frightening him out of his seat. “Thicker. Five points from Gryffindor for being an incompetent fool.”
Hermione, who had chosen to be Neville’s partner this time, whispered to him urgently. “Quickly, you have to get these porcupine quills in, before the potion boils over.”
In his haste to get the right ingredient, he instead knocked over a bottle of squid ink into the potion, causing the liquid to burst right in Hermione’s face.
“Fifty points from Gryffindor, Longbottom, and clean up that disgusting mess you made.”
Needless to say it hadn’t been a very pleasant morning, and the effect of the potion on Hermione had still never been found out. Until, of course, that afternoon.
“Hermione,” Draco said with a smirk. “You turned… green, just now.”
“Yes, I do that sometimes,” she snapped back, glancing at the small package that had landed in Draco’s lap. “More sweets from your parents?”
He opened it slightly, peered inside, and turned back to her with a grin. “Nice, pleasantly warm apple pie, to be precise.”
If possible, she turned even greener.
“Oh, I get it,” he said, chuckling. “You want this! You’re green with envy.”
“Oh, shut up, Draco.”
“Hermione’s envious! She wants my apple pie! She-”
He was silenced, suddenly, by bushy hair in his face and warm lips on his own.
When she pulled away, he sat there for a moment in shock, because they had agreed to keep this a secret, and what was she doing kissing him in public, but he had liked it, and….
Where was his pie?
Yes, there was something decidedly Slytherin-ish about Hermione that afternoon.
On the Edge 