AN: Hello lovely's. I'm sorry that I haven't updated in forever but life has been oh so hectic. I've had a few ideas rooting around recently and have only just found the time to start jotting them down. I have plans for this story that hopefully you guys will like, I'm still pretty new here so be gentle with me :P There's this story that is oh so lightly based around Katy Perry's song 'Thinking of You' and then I will probably be uploading some oneshots soon'ish too. I want to concentrate on this one though because I want to make it perfecto! ;)
Please please please review, let me know if you're liking it etc... The thing about me and my writing is that I like it when the Guy ends up with the Girl so all of my stories will probably end up with happy endings including this one. We want some juicy drama in between though!
Okay, enough rambling! Here is the first chapter. Short but sweet to get me started. The second should be uploaded by tomorrow evening. It's 5am here now so I shall sleep!
Enjoy.
Lizzie xoxo
p.s. My other AN's will be waaaaaay shorter than this. NO FEAR.
For you there'll be no crying And the songbirds keep singing
For you the sun will be shining
'Cause I feel that when I'm with you
It's alright, I know it's right
Like they know the score
And I love you, I love you, I love you
Like never before
"I guess… this is it then." She murmured, the tips of her dainty fingers tracing circles along his muscled shoulder blades. Her afterglow faded quicker than usual as the painful realisation set in...
'This is the last time that I'm going to see him.' She thought. 'To have him smile at me, to run my fingers through his sleek locks, to taste him… to love him. This is the end. After today, Draco Malfoy is no longer a part of my existence… just my history.'
"Hermione…" his voice, rich and smooth as velvet brought her out of her reverie. She looked down at him, lying on his front between her legs, chin propped up on her stomach. His eyes... oh his eyes. They bore right through her, his look of concern and sadness piercing like a dagger.
"I'm so sorry. I have to do this… the contract..."
"I know…" she sighed.
'I know.'
She gave a sudden bark of laughter, "Daddy would be turning in his grave if his son were to go against his wishes and marry a mudblood wouldn't he?"
"Hermione please…" he sighed, "don't, just… don't. This is the only night we have left together. I don't want to spend it arguing with you."
Her eyes went back up to the top of the intricate green and silver canopy that draped over Draco's bed, tears slowly seeping down her flushed cheeks. They'd already spent days arguing about Draco's future. He was betrothed to Astoria Greengrass, to be married a week after school finished - courtesy of Daddy Malfoy and Daddy Greengrass who had signed a contract for them to marry. All because of fucking blood.
Hermione knew that Draco was long over the blood status issue but there was no way out of it. He would marry a woman he didn't love because of a pair of stuck up pureblood twats who were only interested in money and blood purity. And that was that. Bingo, voila, there you bloody have it.
"I'm sorry, I just… I-"
"I love you, Hermione." he whispered.
Her eyes were streaming now, small heartfelt sobs pouring from her lips.
"You are the one and only person that I have ever grown to love and I will never ever forget you. Ever."
Hermione knew that she should've just walked away in the first place. But she just couldn't. She was obsessed, in too deep – the pair of them were and there was nothing that could have stopped them from falling completely and madly in love with each other…
The beginning of their final year at Hogwarts certainly wasn't boring.
Draco Malfoy was the same cocky git as he always had been and she was plain old bookworm Hermione. The two of them had been chosen to be Head Boy and Head Girl and were less than impressed to find out that they were going to be living together. Draco strongly objected to sharing a common room with a 'filthy mudblood' and Hermione would've hexed him on the spot if the Headmistress hadn't been standing a couple of metres away. However, McGonagall managed to persuade them, assuring them both that they didn't have to speak nor share all of the duties with one another.
The first few months ran like clockwork. When not in classes (and Hermione not studying), they spent most of the time trying to piss each other off as much as possible. Draco hogged the shower so Hermione played her muggle music on maximum volume. Draco shagged another brainless floozy into his mattress – purposely 'forgetting' to Silencio his room so Hermione put a 'deflating' charm on him the next day and also 'accidentally' spilt ink on his robes. Back and forth, back and forth every single day, they were always trying to go further than one another. There wasn't a day gone by that didn't end in a massive argument (which mostly resulted in Hermione storming up to her bedroom, leaving a rather smug looking Draco sprawled over the sofa. Either that or Draco would throw in the 'mudblood' card and stalk off to his cronies, head held high and chest puffed out, like the sly Slytherin he is).
But the thing was; they just couldn't leave each other alone. No matter how hard Hermione wanted to ignore the Slytherin bastard, she would always do something else just to wind him up more and no matter how much he wanted to walk away, Draco would always say something even more venomous to try and hit a nerve and gain a reaction.
Hermione gradually found herself having to keep herself from staring at him too long across common room and Draco would scold himself for checking out her arse as she went up the stairs to her bedroom.
You could cut the sexual tension with a knife.
A brush of hands when both reaching for the Daily Prophet.
Smouldering looks across the Great Hall during meals.
Late night conversations in front of the fire when they couldn't sleep.
Bodies colliding during the morning dash.
A chaste collision of lips.
Her fingers frantically undoing his shirt buttons.
His eyes intense as he tugged at her underwear.
Mouth on mouth, skin on skin.
The soft, lust filled cries as dark joins with light…
There was no going back.
"I love you too. Merlin, so much."
Draco clambered up the bed and lay behind her, snaking his arm around Hermione's waist and pulling her as close as possible. He wouldn't let her go this evening. Not until he needed to leave.
Hermione felt her eyes droop after a good forty minutes of solid crying, Draco combed his fingers through her masses of curls and kissed her forehead.
"Go to sleep, I'm right here and not letting you go. Just sleep. I love you."
She snuggled into him and sighed as her eyes fluttered closed.
"My Draco…"
I love you.
Not letting you go.
I love you.
Not letting you go.
I love you I love you I love you…
Not letting you go.
What did you think?
I added the lyrics to 'Songbird' by Eva Cassidy at the beginning because I think the lyrics are relevant to the chapter and it was the song that I listened to whilst writing this chapter. It helps if you listen to it whilst reading as well :)