Title: Crossing The Line
Author: Rhapsody
Summary: Everything about Draco is either secret or forbidden. But this only makes you love him even more. Draco/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.
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The line between love and hate is said to be a thin, undefined one. Like a line drawn in the sand on the beach, destined to be washed away by the rising tide. To hate with such passion seems to contradict the love we share, but it is all the same. One minute we're looking daggers at one another and the next minute I am in his arms, our lips locked. It makes no sense at all and at the same time it makes all the sense in the world.
Draco, his name rings in my ears like an unanswered prayer. Draco, the person in the world I most hate, and yet, I love him more than anything.
There are borders to our love, restrictions. 'Tis a secret love. Built of pain and hate and crude horrible passion. It started as only a seed of desperation, but it developed into a greater need for each other, an almost illogical attraction. It doesn't make sense, love built on hate.
It's like the line between the ocean and land. Love, like water, takes many forms. An icy cold, a sensual liquid, a blissful floating vapor. But hate is solid and unwavering. Until hit by a tidal wave only to be destroyed and replaced by something so much better.
But there is so much more holding us back, keeping us apart. I wish I could stand on the roof tops and yell, "I love Draco Malfoy!" but it is forbidden. Everything about Draco is either secret or forbidden. But this only makes you love him even more. The secretive taboo that is Draco, my Draco.
Ginny asked me why I love him, if I even know that he loves me back. Even my best friend, the only person I trust enough to tell of my secret love, thinks I'm insane. Not to say that I'm not. I fell in love with a person who a year ago wanted me dead. He probably still does. It's all a mystery with Draco. We hate each other so much that we're in love. We want each other dead so much that we don't. It's totally insane but it's one thing in my life that I trust.
There is one thing, one solitary thing, that he would never lie about. He would never confess a false love. He would never whisper, "I love you," quietly in your ear unless he was 100% sure it was true.
It seems so irrational for me to risk so much for something that makes no sense. Me, Hermione Granger, risking it all for a senseless little game. I have always thrived upon knowledge. I keep myself steady by holding on to the facts, the truth. But here I am sitting in my room thinking about some messed up relationship while I should be studying. I'm watching my life fall to pieces. And for what? For someone that I hate.
I am only sure of 3 things now. That he loves me with all your heart. That I love him with all my soul. And that we are both waiting, waiting for a wave to come crashing onto us so we can, finally, after all our struggles, be contented with each other. Contented with our love.
Author: Rhapsody
Summary: Everything about Draco is either secret or forbidden. But this only makes you love him even more. Draco/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.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The line between love and hate is said to be a thin, undefined one. Like a line drawn in the sand on the beach, destined to be washed away by the rising tide. To hate with such passion seems to contradict the love we share, but it is all the same. One minute we're looking daggers at one another and the next minute I am in his arms, our lips locked. It makes no sense at all and at the same time it makes all the sense in the world.
Draco, his name rings in my ears like an unanswered prayer. Draco, the person in the world I most hate, and yet, I love him more than anything.
There are borders to our love, restrictions. 'Tis a secret love. Built of pain and hate and crude horrible passion. It started as only a seed of desperation, but it developed into a greater need for each other, an almost illogical attraction. It doesn't make sense, love built on hate.
It's like the line between the ocean and land. Love, like water, takes many forms. An icy cold, a sensual liquid, a blissful floating vapor. But hate is solid and unwavering. Until hit by a tidal wave only to be destroyed and replaced by something so much better.
But there is so much more holding us back, keeping us apart. I wish I could stand on the roof tops and yell, "I love Draco Malfoy!" but it is forbidden. Everything about Draco is either secret or forbidden. But this only makes you love him even more. The secretive taboo that is Draco, my Draco.
Ginny asked me why I love him, if I even know that he loves me back. Even my best friend, the only person I trust enough to tell of my secret love, thinks I'm insane. Not to say that I'm not. I fell in love with a person who a year ago wanted me dead. He probably still does. It's all a mystery with Draco. We hate each other so much that we're in love. We want each other dead so much that we don't. It's totally insane but it's one thing in my life that I trust.
There is one thing, one solitary thing, that he would never lie about. He would never confess a false love. He would never whisper, "I love you," quietly in your ear unless he was 100% sure it was true.
It seems so irrational for me to risk so much for something that makes no sense. Me, Hermione Granger, risking it all for a senseless little game. I have always thrived upon knowledge. I keep myself steady by holding on to the facts, the truth. But here I am sitting in my room thinking about some messed up relationship while I should be studying. I'm watching my life fall to pieces. And for what? For someone that I hate.
I am only sure of 3 things now. That he loves me with all your heart. That I love him with all my soul. And that we are both waiting, waiting for a wave to come crashing onto us so we can, finally, after all our struggles, be contented with each other. Contented with our love.