Hey.

I wrote this fic recently and emailed it to a friend as I was writing. She told me I should post it on the internet for others to see. So here it is. I want to thank her for her dedication and support in forcing me to write fast. Normally my stories get abandoned half way through and the world never gets to see them.

I do not own Harry Potter, or Taylor Swift!

In the song, He = Ron, You = Draco

Apologies in advance for terrible formatting. Aparently the shift key doesn't work on ...

Here is Chapter 1 of 4. Enjoy. (Song lyrics in bold)

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She took her position on the stage, taking hold of the microphone carefully, as though she was scared she might drop it. Music flowed from the speakers, and she seemed to relax, her foot tapping slightly to the beat of the music. Then she opened her mouth and sang. Rows of students stared up at her in astonishment; most of them had never heard her sing before. Her eyes flickered over the audience, before she found the face she was looking for. He smiled at her, knowing her eyes were on him, then listened to the words of the song.

He is sensible and so incredible He was. She didn't deserve him.
And all my single friends are jealous They all thought they belonged together.
He says everything I need to hear and it's like He'd helped her through when everything else had failed.
I couldn't ask for anything better But she did... She wasn't happy and it hurt.

He opens up my door and I get into his car
And he says, you look beautiful tonight He was always telling her that. It was his way of comforting her.
And I feel perfectly fine, Did she? She thought about it. She didn't feel... anything.

But I miss screamin' and fightin' That was what she had hated most at the time. When they were together.
And kissin' in the rain She smiled at the memory.
And it's two a.m. and I'm cursin' your name How many nights had she lost sleep due to him?
You're so in love that you act insane She had. He was meant to be the enemy...
And that's the way I loved you It was true. She loved him.

Breakin' down and comin' undone
It's a roller-coaster kinda rush Fast, exhilarating, and over too soon.
And I never knew I could feel that much She hadn't known. And now she couldn't feel.
And that's the way I loved you

He respects my space and never makes me wait
And he calls exactly when he says he will Direct contrast. No waiting. No cursing him.
He's close to my mother
Talks business with my father
He's charming and endearing, and I'm comfortable Comfortable, but not happy. She couldn't be that without him.

But I miss screamin' and fightin'
And kissin' in the rain She met his eyes again, begging him to understand.
And it's two a.m. and I'm cursin' your name
You're so in love that you act insane
And that's the way I loved you

Breakin' down and comin' undone
It's a roller-coaster kinda rush
And I never knew I could feel that much
And that's the way I loved you

He can't see the smile I'm fakin' He wanted to believe she was recovered.
And my heart's not breakin' You can't break something which has been splintered already.
'Cause I'm not feelin' anything at all She'd lost that ability when he'd left.

And you were wild and crazy Never gave up on a challenge.
Just so frustrating, intoxicating, complicated
Got away by some mistake and now Mistake. She should never have let him leave.

I miss screamin' and fightin'
And kissin' in the rain
It's two a.m. and I'm cursin' your name
I'm so in love that I acted insane
And that's the way I loved you

Breakin' down and comin' undone
It's a roller-coaster kinda rush
And I never knew I could feel that much
And that's the way I loved you

And that's the way I loved you
I never knew I could feel that much
And that's the way I loved you

As the song drew to a close, he put a hand to his face, suddenly realising it was wet with tears, and blinked a few times, muttering a spell to disperse the water. Then he joined in the applause thundering around him, remembering just in time to slow his claps so they looked unenthusiastic, he couldn't be seen to be supporting the enemy, not for a second. The next act appeared on stage, and he pushed her out of his mind. He would talk to her later.

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After the show he slipped round to the classroom he knew she was using as a dressing room, and stood in the doorway.

"Missing me, Granger?"

She looked up, shocked. She hadn't realised he was there.

"It would seem that way, Malfoy, it would seem that way."

"Does he know?"

She knew instantly who he meant.

"Yes. My relationship with him... Well, it's a cover. He found me after you left, crying, and offered to pretend to date me. If I had a boyfriend, people couldn't say I was heartbroken. I had to appear strong. Because of the war, and everyone's expectations, because of you. For you."

He nodded, understandingly, obviously feeling guilty for what he'd put her through.

"So you're not really dating him?"

His voice sounded hopeful as he realised the song really had been a message to him that she still cared.

"No. How heartless did you think I was, to start with him the day after 'us' fell apart? Is he why you've been avoiding me?"

"I was scared. I thought you really cared for him. I thought I'd lost you forever, and at the same time I knew he was better for you, I knew he could make you happy, and I couldn't. Everybody knows you are destined to be together."

"Everybody, it would seem, but the couple involved."

The two, who were now standing together in the middle of the room, looked up at the door.

"Ron! How long have you been standing there?"

"Long enough to know you belong together. I came to congratulate you on an amazing performance. Did you have to tell the whole school what a terrible boyfriend I am?"

"I didn't. I just said that..."

"That you'd rather be with someone else."

"Yes... But... I didn't mean it like that..."

"It's ok. I know, I'm just teasing you. I wouldn't do it if you didn't react so well!"

Draco watched the easy banter between the two, and tried not to smile. They were right; the love between them was one of friendship and more like that of a brother to a sister. He laughed as Ron told a joke at Hermione's expense and she hit him over the head with a magazine lying on the table. Then he heard Harry's voice from down the corridor and she signalled to him to escape out the back door, whispering,

"Ron knows, but I haven't told Harry yet. Goodness knows how he'll react."

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A few weeks passed without him being able to talk to her again, and he watched from afar as she sat with Ron and Harry at dinner, and spent all her time with them, and he felt the old familiar feeling of jealousy creep into him again, and he wished she would at least try and talk to him. Then, after a couple of weeks, he noticed a change. When they came in for breakfast, Ron sat next to Harry, opposite Hermione, rather than with Hermione opposite Harry, like he usually did. Draco's heart leapt for joy, he realised this meant that they had called off their relationship, such as it had been. That day he took courage after potions class, and touched her on the arm as they left, signalling at her to follow him. He led her through the passages to a more deserted part of the castle, till they were clear of all the other students. Then she caught up and walked by his side.

"You and Ron split up," he said. It wasn't a question, but he wanted confirmation. He had to be sure.

"Yes."

His heart leapt in his chest, and he could have shouted for joy. Instead he asked,

"Why did it take so long? I thought, after you sang that song, you would break up pretty quick."

"We decided to leave it a while, or people would think we split because of that song, and we didn't. Why, were you jealous?"

"Why would I have been jealous? Malfoy's don't feel jealousy."

She laughed, and he glared at her.

"We don't."

"No, but you do feel overly protective of those you love. Especially when they are with someone else."

"That's understandable, isn't it? I love you, Miss Granger, and even when I knew you weren't really dating him it hurt to see you with him."

"You were jealous."

"What if I was?"

She laughed, and the sound sent shivers down his spine. Her voice, her laugh, were so enchanting, so beautiful.

"Well then, if you are no longer with him, when do I get you back?"

"You want me back?"

"Of course I want you back. Where did you get the idea I didn't?"

"You've been avoiding me the past two weeks. I thought you disapproved of the song, and you didn't want to remember the past."

"I wasn't ignoring you. You gave me no sign you wanted me near you."

"I confessed my feelings to the whole school. What more could I do? The ball was in your court."

"You could have told me. I didn't know I was meant to place the next shot."

"If the ball isn't returned the game ends, 40, love."

"Well, the love certainly seems appropriate."

She stared at him. "You mean... You... You love me?"

"I know. I think I must be going mad. If my father found out I'd be dead."

"Since when?"

"When what? When have I loved you? Since I first heard your laugh on the train, on the way to Hogwarts for the first time."

"No, seriously."

"Erm... The first time you kissed me."

Hermione's thoughts flashed back to that first kiss, and she smiled at the memory.

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They had just arrived back at Hogwarts for their fourth year. She had talked to Harry and Ron on the train, but now they had been called to a meeting to discuss a class, and she was left. On her own she wandered through corridors, lost in her thoughts and not paying attention to where she was going. Turning a corner she crashed into someone and felt herself falling to the floor. Suddenly strong hands had grabbed her and pulled her to her feet.

"Need new eyes, Granger?" Came a taunting voice, and her heart had sunk. Of all the people to run into (literally), it had to be her greatest enemy, and crush, Draco Malfoy. She had secretly fancied him for around a year now, suffering in silence as he teased and bullied her, with no one to confide in. She had become the expert at crying silently, nobody heard her silent lullaby as she sent herself to sleep with tears for him.

"Actually, Malfoy," she retorted, "Mine were doing quite well until you messed them up with your face."

"It's so beautiful in your mudblood eyes you couldn't see anything else, you mean."

"More like, it's so ugly; it momentarily stunned me into a horrified stupor."

He had laughed, and her heart had turned summersaults in her chest. To her, it was the most beautiful sound in the world. Suddenly, she had found she couldn't hold her feelings in anymore, and she had thrown herself at him, pushing him into the wall, kissing him with all the energy she had. To her surprise he had kissed her back, pulling her closer, holding her tight. Too soon they had pulled apart, but from the look in his eyes she had known that he felt the same, that he would be back.

That had just been the start.

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"Granger?" He said, waving a hand in front of her face. "You there?"

"Yeah, sorry. I blanked out. I was... remembering."

"Do you remember our second meeting?"

"Of course."

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It had been the day after their kiss in the corridor. After she had got up and dressed, she had gone down to breakfast, and sat with Harry and Ron like she normally did. Glancing over her shoulder she had watched him, talking and laughing with all his friends. Then he'd glanced up, caught her eyes, smiled, and her heart had jumped in her chest. Turning back to her friends she had caught the end of a joke Ron was telling, and she laughed. Everything felt right in the world. Suddenly she felt something tapping at her hand and glanced down to see a small paper aeroplane. Unwrapping it she had recognised the neat writing straight away. The message was simple,

After breakfast, same place.

She had torn the note into shreds, and waited impatiently for breakfast to end. Then she had slipped from the hall, hiding in the sea of faces. Soon she found herself back where they had met the day before. She sat on a low wall, and waited. Soon she heard footsteps, and had drawn her wand, worried it wasn't him. But it had been his face which peered anxiously round the corner, and she had found herself swept into his arms as he peppered her face with kisses. Any doubt that this wasn't right vanished as he held her. Something which felt so right, couldn't be wrong.

...

She smiled at the memories, and looked up at his face.

"I miss that, those secret meetings."

He laughed. "I know. You miss, what was it, 'Screaming and fighting, and kissing in the rain.'"

"Yeah. I meant it, you know."

"How can you miss screaming and fighting?"

"Because that is who we are. We're two separate people and we have to keep hold of that. Besides, half the screaming and fighting was a show, a cover to hide what we were really feeling. All those dramatic showdowns in the corridor."

"We really did overdo it a bit. Nobody'd believe the truth now."

"Ron did."

"Yeah, well he caught you when you were heartbroken, and he's your best friend. If he hadn't believed you you would need a new set of friends."

"I suppose. I expected him to be jealous or something, but he wasn't."

"Tell me what happened."

"It was the day before Voldemort attacked...

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She had been up at the crack of dawn, running through the corridors to their usual meeting place. When she arrived she perched on the wall, as she had every day for the last three years, since they had got together and agreed to meet there before school. Before long she heard his footsteps on the stone floor, and she rose to greet him. To her surprise, he hadn't taken her into his arms like he usually did, instead he stood, watching her, his face a cold mask, hiding any emotion he might have been feeling.

"Draco?" She had asked, confused.

"This can't go on, Granger. I think you'll agree. What is coming... We will have to take opposite sides. I can't try and maintain this anymore."

She had looked at him, bewildered, hurt, and she saw a flicker of hurt in his eyes, and had realised it was hurting him as much as her.

She had nodded, once, to show she understood, and then had turned and run, paying no heed to where she was going.

"I'm sorry." His pained cry had echoed off the wall behind her as she rain, and then the tears took over, and she had collapsed, trembling and weeping into a tiny heap on the floor. She had known, ion her heart, this was coming, but to hear him say it, had been more painful than anything she had ever heard or seen before. Her mind full of what had happened, she had not heard the sound of footsteps approaching, nor seen Ron till it was too late. Silently he had sat next to her, wrapping his arms round her and holding her as she cried. Finally the tears had slowed enough to allow him to talk to her.

"What b***rd did this to you, Mione?"

"I ... I don't know what you mean?" She had stuttered, remembering her promise to him that she wouldn't tell anyone.

"Oh come off it Hermione. The only thing that could have you this upset is a boy. Tell me who it is, and I'll hex him into next year!"

"I... I can't. Don't... Please, don't hurt him. It's not his fault."

"Who is it?"

"D... Draco."

"Draco..." He had echoed, sure his ears were playing up. "Draco Malfoy? You've been dating Draco sodding Malfoy."

Still sobbing, she had nodded slightly, unable to speak.

"I'll kill him. I'll tie him up and strip him apart, piece by piece, and slowly and painfully as I can."

"No!" She had cried, "Ron, you don't understand. Hurting him will only hurt me more. Please."

He had looked and her, curled up and broken on the floor, and sighed.

"Alright. I won't hurt him. But, you're not fit to see anyone at the moment, and soon the others will wake. Come, let's get you to the san. We'll tell everyone you had a disturbed night and you are sleeping it off to ensure you're ready for tomorrow. If people see one of the 'Golden Trio' like this, they'll lose all faith in our ability to save them."

She had smiled weakly, and agreed to go with him. Soon she had been settled in a bed in the san. The mistress on duty accepted Ron's explanation that she was stressed about the next day and needed to relax.

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Suddenly Hermione broke off from her story.

"Are you sure you want to hear about this? I mean, it hurts just remembering."

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