Random one shot, I know I need to update Forbidden... I'm working on it...just very very slowly.
Original song by Sarah McLachlan original characters owned by J.K. Rowling.
Arms of An Angel
-By Leah
Hermione yawned loudly andstretched as the early morning sun filtered through her window, hitting her in her eyes. She rolled over slightly andmoved her arm to the other side of her bed.
It was empty.
Spend all your time waiting
For that second chance
For a break that would make it okay
It was always empty in the mornings, still warm from the body that occupied it maybe a few hours ago. But she never knew when he left, and she would never ask him. She never really asked him anything.
She knew he would never answer her anyway.
There's always one reason
To feel not good enough
And it's hard at the end of the day
It was their way. This was their thing. She rarely saw him in the day, only once had she ever come across him outside of her bedroom. He acknowledged her with the barest of nods, other than that she was dead to him.
But at night, every night, he was hers and she was his. The world didn't exist to them, their jobs, social standings, and their friends; none of that mattered once they were alone.
Not even his obligations, the ones they never spoke of.
I need some distraction
Oh beautiful release
Memory seeps from my veins
They never spoke much about anything really; there wasn't much to speak about. No words were needed from them, their bodies spoke the words they feared to say.
She remembered when it all began- during the war. Even then they still never spoke much, they just knew they needed each other. After the things they saw...the things they did. They needed that release, they needed someone else to comfort them without words. Someone who knew.
Someone who understood.
Let me be empty
And weightless and maybe
I'll find some peace tonight
She had killed back then, perfect Hermione Granger had killed many a person, and she lived with that each day, the images of their faces would always haunt her. But he had killed also.
Many had, many children. She was a child then, one forced to grow up to soon, but then again many of them were.
It was too much sometimes, everything closed in on her at once. So many of her loved ones died, but he was there. He, who had hated her for years, he was her one comfort through it all.
But no one ever knew that Draco Malfoy was the one that kept her sane.
No one ever would.
In the arms of an angel
Fly away from here
From this dark cold hotel room
She didn't want it, it wasn't planned, it was something that just happened. She felt so dirty after it she remembered. She felt like nothing but a whore. He normally just left after, but once he stayed.
He stayed and stroked her hair, and ran his finger along her jaw. She remembered it well, she also remembered he kissed her then. Not a fierce kiss like the ones they always shared. No, that one was soft, almost loving.
Maybe that was the beginning of the end for her. Maybe that was when she fell for him.
Fell for the enemy.
And the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
She knew she was betraying her cause by not helping him. Instead she loved him. She hid him from them. She convinced him to switch sides, and tell all the secrets of his master.
She saved him from his death.
You're in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort there
But he also saved her from her own. She remembered the night her parents were killed. She remembered how she almost took her own life. How she felt helpless and blamed herself for their death.
But he stopped her. That was the first time he truly held her, that was the first time she admitted to herself that she really did need him.
So tired of the straight line
And everywhere you turn
There's vultures and thieves at your back
Then it ended. The war was won, and they went their separate ways. Some may have thought that they could have been together then. But things we're that simple.
Things were never simple with him.
He was still accused of the murder of Dumbledore, and was a Death Eater before he switched sides. He was sentenced to Azkaban for3 years.
Sometimes she wondered about him, wondered what he was doing and if he even thought of her.
She doubted it.
And the storm keeps on twisting
You keep on building the lie
That you make up for all that you lack
Then there he was one night. In her home. There were no words then, none were needed. They were there for each other, like they had been during the war. She didn't know why he had turned up after nearly 8 years, she didn't ask either.
Then he was gone again.
The next morning she woke up to an empty bed. She expected it, but hoped it wouldn't happen. She spent the day alone, she cursed him for doing this to her.
For making her believe she was loved.
It don't make no difference
Escaping one last time
It's easier to believe in this sweet madness oh
This glorious sadness that brings me to my knees
He returned after that night. Every night he returned.
She never said no to him. And she hated herself for it each morning.
She hated him for it each moment. But she knew she would never say no.
In the arms of an angel
Fly away from here
From this dark cold hotel room
She needed him still, even though the war was years passed, she still needed him. He was her last hold on reality.
And she knew he needed her, though the words never escaped his lips.
And the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
She didn't know what it was that they had. There was passion, and lust. She hoped there was love too. But she knew never to hope for stupid things.
But sometimes, when he held her, or when he kissed her, sometimes she let herself believe that maybe he did love her. That maybe she was more than just a release to him.
You're in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort there
She stretched one last time and got out of her bed, Her eyes glanced to his side. She had never brought any other man to her bed. She doubted she ever would. She may not have a place in his heart. But he held hers. She was his, she knew it, she had accepted it. At night, he was hers also, for then she could dream of the what if's and the could be's; but that was all they were.
What if's and could be's.
You're in the arms of the angel
For with each sun rise, he had a wife and child to return to.
May you find some comfort here
And she was left alone, with her what if's, and could be's.
-Fin