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"I am seething, Mr. Malfoy," she said his name with disgust and hatred, "because I offered you my heart. I offered you my heart, and instead of taking it like the gift it was, you ripped it out of my hands! You took it and you threw it on the ground; you trampled on it, stamped on it, broke it! You destroyed it, and then... you... you handed it right back to me!" Hermione's eyes were bulging out of their sockets, and were it not for the situation, he would have doubled over in laughter.
"You think I do this to you intentionally? You think I would hurt the only woman I have ever loved... intentionally?! Well I'll tell you this, this last thing I will say to you, you are dead wrong. You are so, completely, wrong. Hermione Granger, I love you, so, so much. Without you, I would be nothing but a blind man, wandering the streets, looking for a soul to fill this aching void in my heart," he cupped his left hand over his heart dramatically, "I love you, and you complete me. You fulfill me. You make me want to live! For Merlin's sake Hermione, don't do this. Don't leave me. Please, Hermione, please." A single crystal clear tear escaped Draco's eye, leaving a trail of ice on his skin.
"I can't do this. I simply cannot do this. Again. Again, and again, and again! I have been hurt so many times, and here you are doing it again! You torture me with everything that you are, everything that your very presence holds! For years you made my life a hell, simply for your enjoyment. Yet for some sick reason, I couldn't hate you. I couldn't! I knew I should, but I was strangely drawn to you, savouring every word you said to me, every scintillating touch... a brush of the shoulders, a knock of the feet underneath a table, a spark as we passed a paper... I knew you hated me. You couldn't bear to be around me. I was sure my very life sickened you to the core. Yet I hoped, and I prayed, and here I am. One day, you simply... changed. You were the man I wanted you to be. You were the man who all very suddenly had the most intimate affections toward me, and I couldn't deny that this was what I had wanted all along. The torment stopped. I had my chance! And I took it.
For two years, I knew there was something buried that we were yet to discover. For two years, I knew that we were meant to be together. For two years, we lived in perfect harmony, your kisses putting me to sleep at night and your loving hands waking me in the morning. For two years... for two years I thought this was what I had been missing, and that finally the fates were giving me what I truly deserved. For two years! For two years I held the secret hope that this was what was meant to be. And I said I loved you. I knew it the day I set my eyes on you, that first time on a cold September day, when I knew there was something absolutely delicious, malicious, and deceptive about you. I knew that you were evil, but I loved you, right from that first glimpse of your perfect face. But now, I knew that the time was right. Or, I thought it was. I thought that maybe you would say it back! I thought that this was the right moment, the time when all would become clear and the years of misery would disappear and the world would be right."
A tear slid down Hermione's own face now and she quickly brushed it away with the back of her hand. "But I guess I was wrong. Again. No, instead of saying that you loved me too, no... no, instead of telling me that you loved me too, you just sat there. You just sat there, and then... you... you laughed! You fucking laughed! I said I loved you, and you LAUGHED! Now how do you think that makes me feel? Hmm? I use all the courage I can get together, and trust me, it took a lot, and I laid out the most precious and hidden feeling I have, and you laughed in my face." Hermione turned her back to Draco and tried to stifle the sob working its way up her throat, but without much success.
"Hermione, love," Draco murmured, walking towards her. He tried to wrap his arms around her waist, but she slapped his hand away. "Hermione, please, I'm sorry. I know it's no excuse, but that how I handle something when I'm uncomfortable. I laugh. I make others feel uncomfortable. You know that, you've known it from day one... I don't mean it. I don't mean it! Hermione, I... I... Herm-"
"Don't bother. I know you just want me to stick around, give you company. Why bother lying. I'm sure you're more important than me. It's more important that you have company, however rude, obnoxious, sultry, and know-it-ally she may be. Well, screw that. I'm not going to stick around because you are guilty and lonely. I made my effort. I made the effort for years. I thought maybe it was all paying off, but it's all gone to waste, I see." She stepped away again and turned to face him, and her face was red and puffy, shining with trails of tears.
"No, Hermione, you know that's not how it is. Don't make me out to be the bad guy again. Don't end it like this. Hermione, I love you! For Merlin's sake, don't do this! You are my sun; you light up my entire world with your purity and your happiness, your beauty, your kindness, your... your... your life! Everything about you makes me burn! I want you in my life! I want you so bad! I can't live without you! I feel as if I would drown if you left me for even a night. The breath would leave me and I would suffocate in my own mind, being slowly murdered by all of my thoughts. By every cruel word I had ever whispered about you, about every filthy thought and dream I had had, about every violent act I committed towards you.
You are my saviour, Hermione. You are my guiding light. Without you I am nothing but the shell of the man I could be. I love you with every fibre of my being. Every atom and particle of my body is drawn to you in a way even I cannot fully understand. We belong together. We fit together perfectly. You and I are meant to be. I love you. Hermione Jane Granger, I LOVE you!" Draco fell onto his knees in front of her, looking into her bloodshot eyes with nothing but love and adoration. He was right. They did belong together, and Hermione couldn't deny it.
"Oh, Draco..." she whispered, half to herself and half to her lover. She fell on her knees, reaching out for his face with frozen hands. "Draco," she cried now, the tears pouring freely from her eyes. A whimper escaped her swollen lips, and Hermione cupped Draco's smooth face in her palms. His eyes closed, and she felt him lean into the warm touch of her left hand. She ran her thumb over his cheek, under his eye, and then down to his lip. She placed a loving caress on his bottom lip, feeling the tender flesh that belonged to none other than her. Suddenly his hand was over hers, and his contact sent the light flicker in her core to a throbbing, blazing inferno of heat and desire. In a second, his face was not less than an inch from hers.
His warm breath flew into her open mouth, and his dark eyes were shrouded with emotion. Fear, happiness, lust, anger, but above all... love. When the motionless proximity became too much to bear, Draco closed the distance, sealing his mouth over hers, stealing away her will with this kiss. His lips crushed hers, sending a jolt of electricity between them. Said bolt brought her back to life, and her mouth was soon taking control of the situation. Her tongue slid its way between his lips, feeling no resistance at all. She touched him with aggression, igniting the passion he had been trying to suppress. Their tongues danced a lopsided tango, battling for dominance and control. Every area was discovered, no place left untouched. No "rock left unturned." Draco's hands slid into Hermione's hair, his fingertips gripping at the soft roots, bringing her ever closer. Her arms wrapped around his neck, feeling the warmth of his skin, the tenderness of his touch, and the tension that he had been buffeting away.
Pulling away for a gasp of air, Hermione moaned the words "I'm sorry," so quietly that had Draco not been listening for them, he surely would have missed it. Wirth that, she grabbed him by the shoulder, yanking him up. She nodded, and both ran to the bedroom for some much needed apologies.