Letting go
Disclaimer: The characters belong to JKR..The lyrics and the title belong to Maisey Rika- any Kiwi's out there will probably know who she is..
Author's Note: This is my first fanfic..please don't be too harsh. Oh yeah it's a Femmeslash. Don't like. Then don't read.
"Out having a good time and I'm letting go
Still dropping that beat loud and I'm letting you go
Out having a good time and I'm letting you go"
I strolled into the Three Broomsticks. I smiled knowing that the divorce was finally through. I ordered a drink from the bar and made my way to a booth in the corner and waited.
"Give inhibitions the corner
This lady found a new poison
She surrenders life to the music"
I look up to see her enter shaking the snow from her wild curls. My heart skips a beat at the sight of her. She looks up and her eyes find mine. We both smile at each other as she comes closer. Her hazel eyes sparkling at the moment I tell her of the divorce.
One night I plucked up the courage and sent her an owl asking her out on a date.
"Gone are the days of waiting for you
I'm in love again
I'm alive again baby
Cause I need to tell you baby
I've been locked up too long"
We spend our nights tangled in each other's embrace, whispering words of love to each other. Our days are spent of me discovering wonderful muggle contraptions and different food. She laughs when I'm shocked that one has to eat Chinese food out of a little cardboard box with sticks. She is patient when I sate my fascination by watching a muggle show on the television called Oprah.
"Check the room, I'm b-lining
This lady's found a new passion
She loses herself
Breaking free
Strip all of him
All the pain
D.J keep on it, keep real
Play my song, I'm moving on"
We attend a ball at the Ministry together as a couple. We both feel scrutinized and judged by those who once claimed to be her peers. We get separated as she takes photo's with Harry and Ron and I get trapped by my son and his wife. As the night went on I found myself alone on a balcony slightly tipsy from the champagne. Draco rushes out to cover me from the cold but he knows that's not what is bothering me when I tell him I'm fine. 'Go and claim her mother. Show everyone your love for her is not a joke'.
I stride back into the ballroom and find her at the bar with her friends. I take a flute from a passing waiter and drain it. I march up to her, her eyes meet mine questioning what I am doing. I stand inches away from her. She raises her eyebrow "I love you Hermione Jean Granger" I say loud enough for everyone in that room to hear. She smiles her brilliant smile and pulls me forward for a searing kiss. By the sudden silence I can tell everyone is rendered speechless, including Ronald Weasley who still believed that he and Hermione were destined to be together.
"Take the weight off my shoulders
I feel the wind in my face
Everyday I grow older
No longer am I afraid"
It had been five years since our unlikely friendship blossomed into a relationship. Not everybody accepted us but that was to be expected. Potter and the entire Weasley tribe surprised Hermione and I that year of the ball by throwing my darling a birthday party at the Burrow. She was relieved that they didn't turn their backs on her because of who she loved.
We live a quiet life in muggle London. Hermione still found immense enjoyment in reading, her thirst for knowledge was hungrier than ever. She was still as bossy as hell but I learnt not to say that to her face as I ended up sleeping on the sofa for two nights in a row, even after I had apologised countless times.
Our relationship was not perfect, we were like everyone else. We argued about silly things like Hermione's bad habit of leaving her coffee stained teaspoon on the bench every morning and my tenancy to fold a page and use it as a bookmarker.
We also argued about more serious matters, such as when Hermione forgot it was our third year anniversary and spent the night catching up with Ginny Potter. And there was also the time when we were holidaying on the Gold Coast of Australia and a nice young gentleman at our hotel bar asked if he could take me out to dinner. I declined of course. However, when Hermione and I went to the beach the next day he approached me again and was more persistent and then he mentioned the previous night that I had not told Hermione about. To say Hermione hit the roof was an understatement, she blew the damn thing off. Because of that incident I nearly lost her, thankfully she found it in her heart to forgive me. Even though we are both stubborn people we work through our problems, most of our fights end up as hot love making sessions in the bedroom.
Most importantly being madly in love with Hermione Granger gave me back the twenty years I lost being married to Lucius. She taught me many things that I would have never even dared to try at Malfoy Manor. Such things ranged from eating dinner on the sofa to walking around our flat in my underwear. And from even cooking to having mind blowing sex on the same bench that was used to prepare our meals. She has given me much more than I could have ever offered her and because of her love for me, I am finally free.