Title: Don't give up
Category: Books » Harry Potter
Author: NeleRosa
Language: English, Rating: Rated: M
Genre: Romance/Drama
Published: 08-10-12, Updated: 08-10-12
Chapters: 1, Words: 1,969
Chapter 1: Chapter 1
AN: I wrote this while listening to wonderful life of hurts. I just couldn't get it out of my head. It was driving me crazy. Now my head is my own again and I'm sharing the story with you. I hope it's OK. Please do correct grammatical or spelling errors. Enjoy.
I stare across the river. I can't do this anymore. I can't be the son my father wants me to be. What was I thinking? How in Merlin's name did I ever get the idea running was the best option? I have no idea where I am. Somewhere in muggle London?Should I jump? Not like anyone would miss me anyway.
I'm glad I'm in the muggle world. I love the wizarding world but this place, this is home. Especially since Voldermort is gaining more and more followers. It was incredibly hard to find a job after graduating. I wanted flexible hours, the Order is my first priority after all. I almost didn't notice the figure on my left while driving across the bridge. It's sitting hunched on the railing. On closer inspection I notice it's a man. Dear Merlin, he is going to jump?! Without a second thought I park my car and jump out.
I feel a hand on my shoulder. I'm paralyzed for a second. They found me! As I reach for my wand, I hear a familiar voice pleading: "Don't let go! Don't jump! Please…"
As the ma, turns, I notice his telltale blond hair peaking out under his hoody. I surpress a gasp. "Malfoy...?" He looks deathly pale. Even for him. I can't help but feel sorry for him.
"Granger." Just my luck. "Just leave me." I don't feel like fighting anymore. And it's all we've ever done. We always fight. "What are you doing here?" she asks, "You know, in muggle London?". "I don't want your company.", I sigh.
I'm torn between leaving him or taking a seat next to him. He looks so lost and lonely. As the rain starts to poor, I decide to take a seat next to him on the railing. I know how to listen and he looks like he needs it. I don't want him to jump.If I leave and he does, I could never forgive myself. I never truely hated him, I don't want him dead.
I stiffen when I sense her taking a seat. I'm hyperaware of the closeness of our bodies. What is she doing? I glance to at her out of the corner of my eyes. The rain is making her hair even more frizzy and she has dark circles under her eyes. "I screwed up." I blurt out. "I screwed up so bad… I don't know how to fix it?" She doesn'tanswer, she just stares back at me. I feel a lone tear traveling down my cheek. "My father wants me to get the mark. My mothertoo. I can't! I can't follow a madman who will kill people because they aren 't his version of pure!" I pause and take a breath. "How can I want someone like you dead?" Why am I telling her this? But I can't stop. "I did everything for my family but it wasn't enough. Now they are out for my blood. I can't go back. I wouldn't survive my punishment. Even if I did, I wouldn't survive the shame, I would kill myself."
I don't know how to react. I just stare. Without thinking I take his hand. "I'll help you." The rain is by now a heavy downpour. I'm cold and wet. We can't stay out, we'll get sick. "Come with me." I climb down the rail and pull him with me. My heart breaks a little. He looks nothing like his usual cocky self, he looks broken. In his eyes I see myself reflected. I'm suprised, I look as broken as him.
I'm numb. I feel nothing but a small warm hand in mine, guiding me. I don't feel the rain. I don't feel my tears. I don't feel.
I lead him to my car. He follows me without struggle. I talk softly to him. Soothing words like talking to a scared animal.I open the passenger door an softly push him in the seat. "You're OK" I can't seem to reach him in his bubble. "It will be OK," and I start buckeling him up. "Don't give up," I start my car, "Life is wonderful eventhough it feels like you're slowly slipping away." He doesn't react. He just cries silently.Fat tears streaming down his cheecks, but not a sound. We arrive at my appartment. I still have his hand in mine and guide him upstairs. I wish he would talk or even scream. Anything but this silence. We get inside the warmth of my home. I take him to the bathroom. He's soaking wet and so am I. I start peeling his clothing of. Layer by layer. His coat goes in the sink. His shoes are nextfollowed by his socks. He is immobile, like a statue.. I hesitate, but start unbuttoning his shirt and push it of his shoulders. It goes with the coat in the sink. I can't help but notice his sculpted abs and strong arms. Bare arms. Without a mark. When I look closer in the mirror, however, I notice a dozen of scars. Some as long as my pinky,other as long as my arm. I surpress a gasp. I unbuckle his belt and remove his pants. He looks so young standing in his boxers in my bathroom. "We ARE still so young…" I whisper inaudible.
I can feel her warm hands taking of my clothes. I'm cold. Impassive.
I make quick work of my own clothes untill I'm in just my bra and panties. I turn on the shower and grab some towels, the biggest and fluffiest ones in my closet. The bathroom fills with steam. I take Malfoy's hand and positionus under the hot water.
The water trickeling down my body seems to revive me. I look at the woman in front of me. She has closed her eyes while soaping and rinsing her hair. She's gorgeous. I inch closer and really look at her. She looks just like me, human, witch, wizard. She has arms and legs. She breaths and thinks. And she is so much kinder than any of us purebloods would ever be. Maybe I didn't screw up.
When I open my eyes, I'm standing almost nose to nose with him. Before I can stop myself I touch his face. When he doesn't recoil, I let my fingers travel over his cheeks and mouth. I get the sudden urge to kiss him. "Malfoy... I... I..." He looks at me with a hint of a smile and I can't help myself. I push him up against the wall and kiss him.
For a moment I don't react.Then I put my arms around her and kiss her back. I feel like I'm drowning and she's my lifeline. She starts kissing my neck and I groan. "Granger..."
I stop abrubtly. What am I doing? "Malfoy... I'm so sorry... I'm so so sorry. I shouldn't have done that!"
What is she talking about? I enjoyed it. I want more. Before she can step out of the shower, I grab her and kiss her hard. "Don't apologize," I say, "You made me realize I made the right choice." I kiss her again, "You made me realize my life isn't over." I pull her close to me. My hands nesteling themselves in her hair.
My hands start traveling across his back and arms. I feel him pressed against me and I feel more, better than I ever have felt. I moan as he kisses me on that little sweet spot between my shoulder and neck. I turn the shower of.
Starting to protest I grab her around her waist. She looks shy suddenly. "Maybe we can finish this somewhere else?"
"I want to dry you of..." I grab a towel and start with her face and shoulders. I push the straps of her bra to the side and pepper little kisses on the skin I have dried. She's so beautiful. I wish I could do this forever. Gauging her reaction my hands roam to her back. "Can I take it of?"
Breathless I nod my head. I have never reacted to someone like this. His touch makes my skin feel like it's on fire. For a moment I think of Harry and Ron's reaction when they'll find out. But I lose thought of them when he takes my nipple in his mouth.
Her moan is the most erotic sound I ever heard. I would, no, I will do anything to hear it again. The towel lays forgotten on the floor as I pull her closer. She kisses me and I swear I feel like this is meant to be. "Bedroom," she murmers between kisses, "Please..." I follow her down the hall. My boxer discarded on a coffeetable, her panties trown over a lampshade.
I push him unto my bed. He looks at me trough hooded eyes and I feel the most gorgeous and sexy woman in this world. I crawl on him and kiss his neck. I pepper small kisses across his chest, following his happy trail down. I peek trough my eyelashes; his eyes are closed, his mouth open in a small 'o'. I take him in my mouth and am rewarded with a moan. I expirement with my tongue and feel his hand snake in my hair.
I lose all rational thought. She makes me want to moan, so I bite my lip. I am so close, too close. I pull her up to my chest and kiss her. "I don't want tofinish this yet." She looks a bit smug at my statement. I can taste myself on her lips and it turns me on even more. Gently I push her on her back.
I love how he is firm and yet gentle. I feel him pressing against my tummy and moan. "Draco..." he looks as surprised as I feel.
"Hermione," I try her name. I like how it sounds. "Hermione..." And I kiss her again. "Do you want this?" I ask. She nods her head.
I moan as he pushes into me. I feel myself stretching to accomodate him. We find a perfect tempo and I feel something building up inside of me. We're alone in a little bubble. There's no one else but us and it feels amazing.
As we come, I wispher "Thank you." I'm not sure for what I am thanking her. Spend we lay together. I pull her close to me and stroke her hair. I plant a little kiss and smile.
"We need to talk, Draco." I whisper after some time, "We have to figure out a plan." I lay on my side, my head on his chest. "You can stay here if you want to?"
"What about your friends?" I grimace as I think of Scareface and Weasel's faces. "What about the Order?" My mood grows sour.
"We'll figure something out. Don't let go of me. Don't give up." I say while planting a kiss on his chest. "Life will be wonderful when wedefeat Voldermort." And you are the man of my life, I can feel it I think to myself, but I say:"and we will defeat him."
From that moment on I believed in a wonderful life for me. A life together with her. One day we would be happy in a world without Voldermort. I won't give up.