Okay, well, it's not the most original one out there but it an idea. I think its good. I am huge on romance and everything so if you have a good dramione or a good Harry Potter fic to recommend, then feel free to suggest some to me.
This is my first fic so please, please, please be nice! So no fireballs but I am always open for help and new ideas.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. This is something I dreamt up.
He was sat in the darkest corner of the poorly lit hall. He eyed the lanterns that scattered the room for the last time. Sighing, he decided to leave. He didn't belong here. He knew that.
Slipping his mask back on, he stood up. Casanova. Romeo. Prince Charming. Even the air around him oozed confidence and romance. That's when he spotted her. She stood alone, swaying softly from side to side with the soft, sweet music.
He couldn't stop staring at her. She was beautiful. To him, she was perfect. Her hair, brown and simple, yet sparkled and shined as the lights hit it. She was petite, but not too small or too slim. Unlike all the other women at the ball, there was nothing about this girl that made her seem to want to stand out, which in itself made her more noticeable. Her dress, like her, was simply stunning, yet incredibly simple. It was such a dark green, that from the distance it looked almost black. It was sleeveless, A-line dress with a lace bodice and a plain skirt that flowed out down to the floor. She seemed oblivious to the looks she was receiving, looks of lust, want, envy, jealousy or greed.
None of those looks came from his eyes. No, his stormy grey eyes were filled with love, joy and need. Need to love her, his need to hold her, to comfort her, to be with her. His sudden need to protect her from the world.
She closed her eyes, letting the music take over her mind in desperate hope that she could escape the world for even a few moments. She let herself go. All the worries forgotten, all the pain she felt went away. It was just her alone with the music. Angel. That's what she looked like. She was a beautiful fallen angel.
He could help himself no longer. He was no longer in control of his mind or body. He walked across the hall slowly, weaving in and out of everyone who got in his way. Getting closer and closer, but still he did not hear that voice in the back of his head telling him to turn around, that it was bad idea. It just never came. Nor did the nerves or the fears. However, confidence did come. Confidence that this is what he needed to do, that it was what Fate wanted. It was meant to happen. He was meant to find her and be with her. He could feel it in his heart.
All he could hear was the see was the sweet young woman dancing with herself. Everyone else has simply disappeared; it was just the two of them, alone, in the huge space. All he could hear was the orchestra playing the soft, soft music and the heavy beat of his heart as he continued to make his way towards her. It was as though the orchestra was playing just for the two of them.
She felt someone standing in front of her, reaching cautiously for her hand... to dance? She opened her eyes slowly to see the bold man who dare reach for her hand without asking for her permission first. Her eyes began to widen with recognition of who this perfect stranger was.
"You shouldn't be here!" She gasped fearfully, scanning the room to make sure that no one else has recognised him. Still, she allowed herself to be pulled into what would seem an intimate position. Their bodies pressed up against each other, so close that they could feel the others heart beating against their chest. Their lips were only inches from each other; their eyes were staring desperate and hungry into the soul of the other. Together, they began swaying softly, barely even moving. Neither one wanted to ruin the moment or the comfort they felt once in each other's presence again. Neither dared break the enchanted gaze they held.
"I know," He said as simple as stating the weather. Grinning like a fool he spun her out, only to twirl her back into his warm embrace and dip her low, "It was worth it, my love."
"Worth it for who? It's been years. You never wrote. I had no word from you, all this time. Were you alive? Dead? Enslaved? Safe? Were you married? Did you have children? Did you really expect me to wait for 5 years," She pulled back slightly so that she could study his face for any sign of regret or guilt or, well, anything. Nothing. "I did. I did wait for you, for as long as I could. I made excuses time after time. In the end I gave up. You weren't coming home to me, were you?" She continued. This time it sounded too resigned. He noted, reluctantly, that she really, truly had given up.
He begun to see the smaller things about her that he had been too quick to notice before. There was an empty look in her eyes, the eyes that once used to shine brighter than a thousand stars. The lips that were once a radiant shade of red suddenly seemed to have faded and looked as though only the fairest of tinges lit them up. Her creamy complexion that he used to adore could now only be compared to a paleness that ghosts envied. For that is what she was. She was a ghost. A ghost of the girl he loved.
He had no words of comfort for her this time. He took hold of her hands and stared into her eyes, hoping that she would realise how much their separation pained him too. He wanted her to see how he couldn't fall asleep at night not knowing if she was thinking of him too. Or how many night he wanted to find her. Or how much he wanted to write her, just to say hello, if nothing else.
His heart almost broke from the sadness etched into her voice as she spoke again. " I know. I know you didn't want to leave. You had no choice. Neither did I. You should have fought for me. You should have fought harder. I thought you'd forgotten about me. It broke my heart."
He held her hands tighter against his chest "Hermione, how could I have ever forgotten you? I cannot because you have my heart and without my heart there is only a hole missing inside of me. I need you like I need air. I do not forget to breathe and I do not forget you."
She let out a pained gasp and stepped back, forcing him to release the hold he had on her. She began to scan the room, almost like looking for a reason to leave. He tried to step forward and close the space between the two of them but she refused and continued to back away at every advance he made.
"What has changed? Nothing in my heart has changed for you, Hermione. You are mine and I am yours. I still love you." He said as he tried in vain to make her see. She was scaring him. Surely their love was fate. She was his destiny. This couldn't be the end. They were supposed to end up together. She was meant to be his happy ending. Their love was meant to be a love that people would envy and covet, their love was suppose to be a love people would take about for years after they no longer walk the earth hand in hand. Right?
"We can't be together anymore, Draco." She whispered so low that he considered himself lucky to have heard it.
"Yes, we can. Run away with me, Hermione. We can leave tonight," He reached out to caress her cheek but she turned her head away, "I love you, isn't that enough?"
"What about me? If I could run away with you I would. I am bound here now, for reasons I will not even ask you to understand. I cannot leave with you when I have a duty here." He could tell this way paining her. A single tear escaped her eye and made its mark on her cheek.
"What keeps you here? You are unhappy, I know you. I can tell. You have changed and you are not happy." His tone was desperate as he struggled not to lose the one thing that kept him upon the earth the past 5 years.
She turned her gaze away to the other side of the room, looking at one man in particular. She spoke up, her voice breaking, "I had no choice. Every day I wake up and I am sick to the stomach when I see him where you are meant to be. He loves me and I will be a good, dutiful wife. I don't have a choice."
Reluctantly he followed her gaze. Ronald Weasley. He laughed bitterly to himself. So she married him. The one man Draco hated more than anything. More than Harry Potter. She had waited long enough.
"Everyone has a choice," He said more to himself than anything, "Yes, there is always another choice"
Okay, so if you just let me know what you think, that would be grand.
I do have to admit, Dramione is my favourite pairing.
Not everyone's cup of tea, I know but still, its definitely mine.
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