Uh huh, another by yours truly. Hermione's POV.
DC: Not mine. All song lyrics in here are by The All American Rejects.
NOTICE: This is dedicated to books, cuz they make the world go 'round.
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I love music. Feeling the rhythm pulsing through my body. I love happy, upbeat music. Something I can dance to. That makes happiness spread through my body.
I love to have fun. Losing myself to the lyrics.
But sometimes I listen to sad music. Slow music. It's because he used to listen to it. The kind of music that made you sad, but made you smile at the same time. He loved it.
I would sit on the end of his bed, and would listen to it. I loved his smile. A handsome grin. So cute and playful. He wasn't like any boy I have ever met. He had wits. We loved to tease each other. Each comment had a bit of sarcasm mixed in with it. I remember a specific incident.
"You don't have to move, you don't have to speak. Lips for biting. You're staring me down, a glance makes me weak. Eyes for striking. Now I'm twisted up when I'm twisted with you. Brush so lightly. And time trickles down, and I'm breathing for two. Squeeze so tightly." The music floated around the room.
Draco smirked.
"What are you laughing at, idiot?" I asked playfully.
He pretended to look hurt as he put a hand over his heart. "Ouch, that hurts 'Mione."
I stuck my tongue out at him.
"I was just thinking that I would write a song for you if you ever went away. But I changed my mind." He said, sticking his tongue out as well.
"Dork." I replied, kicking him off the bed.
I sat in his spot, as he fell to the ground. He picked himself up.
"Excuse ME, but I was sitting there." He said.
"Tough." Was my simple reply.
"Fine then... I just have to make you move." He grinned evilly.
My eyes widened. "You wouldn't."
"I would." He smirked. And in a split second, he was pinning me down on the bed, while tickling me. I shrieked in laughter.
"No... please... STOP! I give." I cried, gasping for air.
"I don't think so!" He says.
Suddenly, he stops tickling me and captures my lips in his. I become absorbed. He pulls away, and smirks.
Then, he pushes me off the bed, and moves into his spot. Once again, he sticks his tongue out and says "Never mess with Draco Malfoy."
I get back on the bed and mess up his perfect hair.
"You are SUCH a loser..." I laugh as I lie down next to him, and his arm finds my waist.
"The luckiest loser in the world." He muttered as I rested my head on his shoulder, becoming absorbed in the music again.
That was the last time I ever saw him. He disappeared shortly after. He didn't tell anyone where he went, but he did leave me a note.
Hermione,
I'm sorry about this. I truly am. I'm not going to be okay without you. But, one day, you'll be okay without me. You'll be okay.
All my love and so much more,
Draco
I turn my music on. And in a moment, I'm lost. Lost to a world of rhythm and melody. A world where everything is okay. And, for just a moment, I'm okay too. Just like Draco said I would be.
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Not my personal fave, but it's good enough. R&R, and remember, flames are for arsonists!