Summary: What would you do if you couldn't have the only person that you ever loved? If you were the heir to the most ambitious, rich wizarding family that there ever was, and you hated it? Everybody has a story that will break your heart, and this is only the beggining for Draco and Hermione.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Iris
And I'd give up forever to touch you
Cuz I know that you feel me somehow
You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be
And I don't want to go home right now
And all I can taste is this moment
And all I can breathe is your life
Cuz sooner or later it's over
I just don't want to miss you tonight
And I don't want the world to see me
Cuz I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming
Or the moment of truth in your lies
When everything feels like the movies
Yeah, you'd bleed just to know you're alive
And I don't want the world to see me
Cuz I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
And I don't want the world to see me
Cuz I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
And I don't want the world to see me
Cuz I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am
"The day that you were born, the snow fell thickly from the skies. Your father was so proud that he had gotten the son he had longed for. Everyone was happy…"
As a small child, his bedtime story had often begun like this. His mother would tell it to him, her blonde hair glowing softly in the moonlight.
"And you must continue to make him proud, my love. For if we sit idle all day, and don't study nor write, we shall not make father proud, shall we?"
"No mother."
"Good."
A small peck of a kiss onto his forehead, her cold hand across his cheek, and she was gone.
That was the way it would end. He would go to sleep, then wake up in the morning, ready to do his best to make father proud.
If someone were to ask him about his childhood, he wouldn't know what to tell them. It had not been sad, nor happy. He had had everything that a normal young wizard could ever dream of.
Except love.
Love? What of love? His father would say, casting down an angry glance.
"There's no such thing as love Draco."
"Yes Father."
As he grew older, he began to believe those words. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't love Pansy. No matter how beautiful she was. He couldn't like the house elves that were ordered punishments by him for their disobedience, never mind love them. He hadn't loved a single thing in his life. Living or dead, earth or stone.
There was no such thing as love.
How was he to know that those words would swallow him whole, and spit him back out again? That one day he would fall in love in the worst way? He would fall hard, for his worst enemy's best friend?
Hermione.
