it has to be you

“Or you’ll die. Really.”

Hermione let all of the derision she was capable of projecting colour those words, allowing it to just hang in the air.

“Granger, you have no idea the impact those periwinkle ruffles had on me,” Draco said defensively, before immediately looking at his feet again — the bloody coward.

She scoffed. “Ha! I think you saw your first exposed collarbone and it broke your brain.”

Blaise turned to Draco. “I mean, she’s not wrong, mate. That’s basically what happened.”

“Shut it, Zabini. Granger, I realise that I’m not your favourite person and I understand why this is hard to for you to accept —”

“You just told me that you made an Unbreakable Vow in bloody fourth year — something that Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dumbass over here helped you with — that you would have sex with me before you graduated from Hogwarts. And now if you don’t shag me in the next few days, you will die. Not just sex with someone, full stop, mind you. It has to be sex with me. Muggle-born, notorious swot and insufferable know-it-all Hermione Jean Granger. Me.”

Draco swallowed. “Yes. It has to be you.”

“I call bullshit.”

8th Year Fuck or Die AU. Enjoy!!