A Whole New World

“Malfoy,” pleaded Granger, and oh, she was good. That pout was doing something ruinous to his insides, but he denied her.

“Come on, up-up, Granger—”

“Malfoy,” a whisper, a second attempt at pleading.

“Malfoy,” a warning, as she took hold of his offered hand and he hoisted her to sit behind him on the broom. She was disconcertingly close.

“Malfoy,” a squeal, when he readied his broom to take flight.

“Draco fucking Malfoy,” a scream, as they took to the sky.

Or: Draco takes Hermione out flying.