Rating:M for mature themes
Pairing: Hermione/Draco
The first chapter of a two-shot. The first is Hermione's POV and the second will be Draco's. I hope you enjoy it- please review!
Hermione's POV
The story of Draco and me? Really, there's not a lot to tell.
Sometimes I get strange looks in the streets. People recognise me or my friends or my family, they come over and shake my hand and hug me and thank me for everything. It takes me by surprise every time. Before, I never thought about the future, it was too risky to think of living, we lived in the moment. Now everything is different.
The wizarding world never really learned what we went through. They loved to paste our pictures on the front page of magazines or hang around our front doors for quick interviews. In the end, I think that's what tore apart our friendship. The media is a powerful weapon, the words of one can affect the lives of many. Rumours, stupid stupid rumours is what drove me, Harry and Ron to the edge.
We coped in our own ways; Ron found his release in quidditch, Harry found solitude with the Weasleys, and I? Well I ran straight into the arms of Draco Malfoy.
At first, it was what everyone thought it was, A mindless, physical need. Just sex, no talking, no feelings and even no kissing to a certain extent. It was an escape from reality for just a little while. Yes, it was a shock, I think at first it even shocked me a bit. The swottish brains of the golden trio shagging a death eater's son? Impossible. But it was new and exciting and so damn good that I couldn't stop.
I think the thing that made me want Draco of all people is our history. He was the bully, the one who made me feel small. I wanted someone familiar, but not someone close to me, who would accept what I gave them and give exactly the same back.
Of course it helped that Draco was gorgeous.
I don't think I realised I was in love until we actually had dinner together. Our normal agreement was simple- meet in a hotel, have sex, go home. It was safe and it was easy, but honestly, it was also awkward and uncertain. We never talked. You know, really talked. We just did what we had to do and then left.
He had to convince me to go out with him. I didn't want anything to change, I quite liked our little arrangement. Draco was becoming the only constant thing in my life and I didn't want that to be ruined by a stupid date.
Of course the dinner was perfect. Draco seemed to have done everything possible to make it as relaxed and quiet as possible, I suppose he didn't want to scare me away. The restaurant was empty and there was soft music, and he told me I was beautiful. Well that caught me off guard. I could see he'd made a real effort, so I of course did the same.
Draco really did surprise me. Our conversation flowed, we discussed, chatted and even debated- it was a side to Draco I'd never seen before.
We didn't have sex that night, but I did get a small kiss goodbye. It was shy and different and wonderful and was a promise of more dates to come.
Harry and Ron barely talked to me when I told them about us. Of course I didn't say how our relationship had started, but they still weren't pleased. Well, Draco and I still saw each other properly after that. A few months later he had all but moved in with me and by the time our one-year anniversary arrived he had proposed. I guess Harry and Ron realised that this was serious, and we slowly started our friendship again. It was surprisingly easy to drift back into our old ways- a friendship like ours is too hard to be broken beyond repair.
When Draco and I became a serious couple the newspapers began to swarm again. This time though, it didn't bother me as much. I had used Draco as an escape before, but this time, he was what brought me back to reality. The media died down when they realised that we weren't a couple that would be seen having shouting matches in the middle of Diagon Alley, or snogging in a secluded corner of the Leaky Cauldron. Actually we were very private, we saved our arguments- and there were many arguments- to the privacy of our home and kept our making up sessions there as well.
I think what shocked me the most, and what still shocks me really, is how well Draco understands me. He knows when to leave me to my work but knows the right moment to drag me out of my office for a well deserved break, he knows when I need to be left alone to fume but also when he needs to make me understand his point. He can calm me down and then rile me up again in an instant, makes me challenge my perception and makes me smile with the tiniest of gestures.
We balance each other well, he is tall and fair while I'm small and dark, he is calm while I am frantic, I am organised and he is relaxed. We have opposing views on almost everything under the sun, but when it's something important we make an unstoppable team.
Sometime's those people on the street ask me if I would have changed anything about the past. Before, I would have said I would change everything. Now, I don't think I would.
I know our story isn't one of whirl-wind romance or knights in shining armour, but I don't think I could imagine anything else for us. Our love story wasn't easy and it certainly wasn't perfect, but it was perfect for us.
I'm still stopped by the people on the streets, the ones who stop me and shake my hand. They take me by surprise every time.
A/N: I really hoped you liked it, if you did please review! I think Draco's chapter may be a little but different but let me know what you think!
