I'm bad chapter 3
Again; I don't own the song or the story by JK.
This chapter uses the song "Famous Last Words".
I'll try to use "" next time, I promise! Please let me know what you think of my story! Reviewers get virtual hugs...

Now I know that I can't make you stay.
But where's your heart?
But where's your heart?
But where's your.

Hermione wakes as the first few rays of sunlight embrace her.
She finds herself lying on Draco's chest, gazing at his perfect features. The light is on his face, but he doesn't stir. There are slight bags under his eyes, giving him the eerie look that's more corpse than living.
His hair is as pale as the sun itself. She knows that it was an insult to consider it moonlight embodied. It's too bright, it doesn't have the cast of grey that the moon always seems to have.
She gives a small contented sigh. "I'm shocked that you didn't kill me. Please be alright…I don't know why you made me do that. I never want to hurt you again."
She moves and can feel how bruised her face must have become.

And I know, there's nothing I can say to change that part.
To change that part.
To change

"Why did he tell me to help you? What did he see in you?"
She scans his sleeping face for any hints at the real person within.
"Am I really worth throwing all of your memories of him away for? You said that you were over him, but last night I saw the look on your face. I can tell that that wasn't true."

So many bright lights to cast a shadow, but can I speak?
Is it hard understanding I'm incomplete?
A life that's so demanding I get so weak.
A love that's so demanding I can't speak.

She leaves him sleeping there, replacing the covers as she leaves the bed.
"I'm one hell of a step down. You were mad because you hit me, but I know you didn't mean it. It's all your father's fault…"
She grabs a set of clothes from her dresser, and her wand from the end table.
Malfoy's home is huge, but easy enough to navigate once you've been around it as much as Hermione has for the past few weeks.
She goes to the bathroom and starts to fill the huge black tub.
She looks into the mirror as the water seems to crash behind her. The bruise seems to call out for attention.
"Can't have everyone seeing me like this when we go out later."

Can't you see my eyes are shining bright?
'cause I'm out here on the other side of a jet black hotel mirror,
And I'm so weak.
Is it hard understanding I'm incomplete?
A love that's so demanding, I can't speak.

She sheds her clothes and steps into the water. The empty onyx tub seemed to be so deep until her single foot broke it's illusion. It contrasts so beautifully against the cornflower tile of the rest of the room. Her shampoo bottle rests on the edge in it's normal spot. Soap bubbles float on the surface in a huge mass.
The water is a bit cooler than a normal person would care for, but to Hermione, this is heaven.

I am not afraid to keep on living.
I am not afraid to walk this world alone.
Honey if you stay, you'll be forgiven.
Nothing you can stay can stop me going home.

"how are you going to react when we go?"
She steps out after what seems like an eternity later.
"I know that it's been awhile since you've visited his grave. I suppose that's why you lashed out the way you did…then again, I shouldn't have been saying such rude things to you."
She sighs to herself, drying her unruly hair.

And I see you lying next me, with words I thought I'd never speak.
Awake and unafraid, asleep or dead.

"You said once that you weren't sure if you ever really loved him. But I know you too well now. I can tell that you did."
She pulls her hair back into a messy ponytail. She slips into a pair of faded jeans and pulls on a deep green sweater.
She goes softly down the Malfoy's stone stairs.

And I see you lying next me, with words I thought I'd never speak.
Awake and unafraid, asleep or dead.

She heads to the kitchen and pulls out the pan and eggs for her breakfast. After all, she had insisted that the elves all be set free upon her arrival.
She cracks them right into the pan, tossing the shells into the garbage.
She goes to pull the drawer beside her open, for a spatula.

And I see you lying next me, with words I thought I'd never speak.

Hands wrap around her waist, pulling her close. He says "morning" as he rests his head on her shoulder. Her hands meet his and a smile crosses her features.

Awake and unafraid, asleep or dead.

She says back to him, not wanting to end this moment yet,
"Good morning to you too, love"