Amidst my writer's block for my ongoing fic, I've started writing little one-shots about Draco and Hermione. I just put my iPod on shuffle, and write a fic about whatever song feels right. So I think I'm going to post them, and just have this be an ongoing fic with a bunch of one-shots stemmed from different songs. I'll let you know what the song is in the title of the story. I know most of them are going to be songs that nobody in the world listens to but me, lol, but oh well. Hopefully you'll like the story that goes with them just the same.

Thanks, and as always, send me a review! I love to hear what you think!!

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When You're Gone, Avril Lavigne

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"Promise me."

"You know I can't do that."

"Please." She clung to his blue t-shirt like her life depended on it. She buried her face in the cloth covering his chest. She breathed in deeply, smiling in spite of herself when his musky scent hit her senses. "Promise me you'll come back."

Her voice, obviously on the verge of unwanted tears, broke his heart. "Hermione." He cradled her closer to his chest and buried his face in her curly hair. The welcome scent of warm caramel made him sigh in content, despite the less than happy moment. How could he leave without giving her what she wanted? She asked for nothing but a promise – but it was the one he would be most terrified to break. He knew that she would break with it.

She snuggled closer to her favorite person, wearing her favorite shirt, and forced herself not to worry that they only had a minute or two longer to be together. She wanted to do so much in that short time – hug him, kiss him, talk, laugh, cry with him. She wanted so badly to show him how much she needed him. But there was no time.

He heard footsteps ascending the stairs. Someone was coming to see what was keeping him. He wished they had waited a little longer. Even holding her for a few seconds longer would give him more strength to return. He felt her pull gently away. She had heard the visitor, too. They had time for one soft kiss. He couldn't move his hands to touch her face. She had him tangled in a way he didn't want to imagine how to get out of.

She lifted her head without being prompted. Their lips touched in a familiar fashion, but there was nothing familiar about the feeling. They had never kissed like this before. She was asking him to stay, to forget the war going on around them. He was apologizing, for leaving her and denying her what she needed. They were both saying goodbye.

It was over too soon, and neither one knew where they got the strength to pull apart. They assumed a friendly distance just before the door opened. Harry Potter was on the other side, beckoning him. "We have to go, Malfoy. The port key is about to leave." He, like everyone else in the Order of the Phoenix, had his suspicions about Hermione and Draco; but out of courtesy, he didn't make a scene of the two of them being alone together.

Draco nodded and picked his sack up off the floor. On his way past Hermione, he locked eyes with her once more. She couldn't turn around. She couldn't let Harry see how much it hurt to watch Draco walk away from her.

Draco stopped at the door and looked at her back. Her gorgeous long hair reached almost to her waist, and he sighed at the thought that he may never smell it again. "Hermione?" He was aware that Harry had stopped to wait for him again, but couldn't take his attention off the beautiful girl turning around to look at him, tears falling down her cheeks. He swallowed back the threat of his own tears. "Je t'aime."

Hermione smiled. She loved when he spoke French to her. Especially when he said things like that. Their relationship was well hidden in Number 12 Grimmauld Place, and it was important that they keep it that was. They discovered shortly after Draco joined the Order and moved in that no one in the house could speak French, except for them. Hermione had studied it as a little girl in grade school, and though she hadn't spent the last eleven summers vacationing in Paris like Draco had, she could at least keep up with what he was saying. "Je t'aime plus."

He shook his head. "C'est impossible."

She closed her eyes to make herself remember the exact sound of his rough but angelic voice. "Fais attention."

He smiled. "Toujours.'

Hermione saw Harry watching them curiously. She knew that everyone else was frustrated when Hermione and Draco spoke French. She smiled at him. "Be safe, Harry." She could tell he was, as usual, dying to know what she said to Draco. Their secret language made others more suspicious of their extra friendly relationship. But they really didn't have a choice. To converse in English would be a dead giveaway.

Hermione locked her eyes back to Draco in time to catch his longing gaze before he left. She remained in the room. She couldn't stand another goodbye downstairs. She watched his tall figure, almost a shadow in the darkness of the hall, walk away from her, possibly forever, counting his footsteps until they could no longer be heard.