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This drabble is the scene where Hermione gets her tattoo from Draco's POV. I swear that I am really done bothering your emails for a while! I just didn't want to upload with just a note. Please visit the form and see all of the amazing stories and authors in the running.

He'd been to Regulus' shop several times over the years. The first time had been a trip, wrought with the man mocking him for the several tattoos that he'd got at the beginning of university, just a bunch of small tattoos that really weren't deserving of the description 'sleeve'.

Upon realizing just how badly he'd fucked up with Granger, he begrudgingly admitted that he needed to do something about it. It didn't have anything to do with the fact that he was hoping to use the folded piece of paper in his wallet to grow closer to her. It certainly didn't mean he wanted to earn her affections or have her life with him as she had with Theo.

In hindsight, Draco should have realized that was a fruitless effort.

From the second Granger had woken him up, her face immediately heating up when she saw his bare chest, it was bloody difficult to keep his thoughts from straying. Her cheeks were red, and her lashes were dark against her cheeks, and he was irritated because these weren't the fucking things he thought about.

Beside him in the car, she'd been bouncing in her seat. She anxiously fidgeted with her seatbelt and he caught the article she was skimming in her mobile. How badly do tattoos really hurt?

He nearly chuckled out loud. Honestly, if she could have her elbow almost shattered, she would be fine. She lifted her head, peering out the window as she normally did. It was impossible to not notice all of her nervous ticks, the little habits that seemed to infinitely draw him in.

If anyone asked him about it, he was sick of it.

Sadly, however, she was enthralling. She chewed her lower lip, and blood rushed to it.

Granger followed him in an awkward silence, shoving her hands into her pockets.

He snorted with laughter as she was nearly scared out of her wits by Regulus. Granger quickly drew all of the attention in the shop without noticing, but Draco closed the gap between them as he noted a man sitting at the edge of the room.

He was eyeing her, taking his gaze up and down her body, and while it wasn't Draco's business—it really wasn't, he told himself—Draco angled himself in front of her, shielding her from any leering.

After Regulus led them to the room, Draco shed his jacket. As he tossed it into the chair beside her, her nose wrinkled at the smell of secondhand smoke. He rolled his eyes, moving the jacket away from her.

She looked as if she wanted to say something about that.

Draco listened while Regulus and Granger discusses what tattoo she would choose. And he waited anxiously to see if the tattoo artist would ask him why he couldn't have waited until his previously scheduled appointment after the new year.

As far as Granger knew, this was the appointment he'd already had scheduled, and he didn't need her asking why he'd lied about it. Instinct, he thought it was. He'd seen the list, and this one had stood out to him the most.

"I just don't want to regret whatever I get," she murmured.

Draco could have mentioned that he'd regretted plenty of his tattoos, which had been from a flash sale for ten pounds, or the ones that Theo and Potter had given him when they split the cost in a tattoo gun.

But he didn't say anything. Really, he was too preoccupied by watching her.

She tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, nibbled her lip, and crossed her legs before uncrossing then once more.

She settled for a Lord of the Rings tattoo. It seemed fitting.

And while Regulus set to work, Granger had grabbed his hand, lacing their fingers together while she gritted her teeth.

He grumbled about her holding onto him, but he didn't mind. Luckily, she was too distracted to notice him squeezing her hand back.

He swallowed roughly.

He was fucked.