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You're beautiful. You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.
I saw your face in a crowded place,
And I don't know what to do,
'Cause I'll never be with you.
You're Beautiful, James Blunt
Not all that glitters is gold. William Shakespeare. Brilliant man. Brillant wizard. Hermoine placed the book on top of the pile at the floor of her room and reached over to her vanity to picked up a bottle of Heightened Pleasure, a perfume she found while poking around at corners looking for rare, but cheap books in Diagon Alley. Spritzing some on her naked person, she laid down on her bed waiting for her lover to come.
It was Christmas season and most of the Gryffindors are home for the holidays, all save a select few. She had bribed and blackmailed most of them to spend the day elsewhere. The room was theirs for the day. This was her present to him, wearing nothing but a red bow around her neck, she laid on the large king-size bed. Rose petals littered the sheets as well as the floor. As she waited, she thought back to the day he first propositioned her.
"Hermoine?" Ron stood before her, hesitant to ask her the daring question that threatens to destroy him.
She looked at him expectantly. She had recently dyed her hair to a rich red. It now framed her petite cherubian face and she arched one perfectly defined eyebrow when she heard his question. "Where?" Was her answer. She had recently broken up with her newest boy-toy and was desperately seeking fulfillment. For all she knew, Ron doesn't know anything about pleasing a woman, but what the hell, she could teach him. Even better in fact.
The first night they spent together, Hermoine was surprised at how cool and collected he was. Taking everything slowly, one at a time, he played her like a well-oiled guitar and she sung magnificently for him. If Hermoine didn't know any better, she would have thought Ron to be a player.
Player, player, body on fire.
She smiled when she heard the door creak open and his lustful groan when his eyes laid upon her naked body. "Cor, 'moine. Trying to kill me?" He asked as he quickly shed his clothing and crawled in bed with her.
"Perhaps." She sighed as she tilted her head up and offered herself to him. She wasn't sure before, but now she knew. It had been at the edge of her mind, ever elusive, but after a year with him, playing boyfriend and girlfriend with the public, stealing some nights to be together, she found him. The real him. Dark and wanting. The him that he hides deep within. The one she caught glimpses of it as he fucked her.
That was it.
That was what started out with for the both of them.
A good fuck.
But now...
She groaned as he slammed into her, scrapping her nails down his back, drawing a hiss from him. Now, she's giving him everything.
All her love.
Love. An emotion of intense attraction to another person.
"Ohh yes! RON!" Her body arched up as her vaginal muscles clenched down on him.
"Merlin, 'moine!" He suddenly stiffened as he poured himself in her. Collapsing on top of her, he nuzzled her neck, "That was the best yet." He murmured as he nipped at her. He could already feel himself hardening inside of her and contemplated another round when...
"I love you."
He froze.
Said very softly, those three little words lingered in the air, threatening to consume him.
"I... I..." He quickly withdrew from her, all thoughts of sex flying out of his mind faster than the golden snitch on quidditch day.
Hermoine watched this with a neutral reaction and then cracked a smile, "I'm joking Ron." Hermoine laughed. "Merlin, you're easy." She crawled up to him sex-kitten style and nuzzled his neck, "Sex only, remember Ron?"
The sigh of relief that Ron let loose made Hermoine almost flinch, but she continued to reassure him that this was nothing more than friends with benefits... although they were not really friends to start off with.
"We have fun, don't we, Hermoine?" He murmured as he kissed her neck, relaxing furthur as Hermoine straddled him.
"Yeah."
They did.
Until Hermoine fell in love.
Until he rejected her.
It was never the same after that incident.
They met less and less in bed. Their friends noticed the coldness between them. Before they were playful and affectionate towards each other. After, while they still hung out, they never reached for each other. Distant and aloof, they fell apart.
Just as she had fallen, gave her heart up to be broken...
It was over.
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"Ok." Harry was next to Draco in a very intimate position when Draco said it was to be their last. Harry knew it wouldn't last. He was surprised that it lasted this long as it were. Draco had told him quietly, soft and pleading. It made Harry wonder if he really wanted it. To Harry, it seemed as if Draco was asking him to understand. "I understand." Harry kissed him. Softly. Sweetly.
"I love you."
It was a simple fact.
He didn't mean to fall in love, but he did. "It's all right." He said when his lover did not answer. "I understand." Draco Malfoy, heir to the Malfoy fortune, must do his duty to his family and bloodline. Just as Harry must do his duty to the wizard world.
"One last night." Draco whispered hoarsely as he rolled Harry under him.
"One last night." Harry agreed, giving himself up to Draco to love one last time.
But to the two lovers, though it was the end, they both knew.
It was far from over.
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Ron sat astride his broomstick, staring into the girls dormitory. Hermoine was in there. He could feel her presence. Why did he pull away? Why didn't he acknowledge his own feelings? He doesn't know. Harry had tried to reason with him. Telling him that he shouldn't have thrown away love like that. Precious love from a witch like Hermoine was very rare. And rarer yet was the comfortable silence that binds them together instead of strangling them like it did other couple. Friends first. Lovers last.
And yet...
He moved in closer, needing to see her. To love her. Clenching his hands on the broomstick, he directed it downwards. It was over.
Wasn't it?
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Draco stared across Hogwarts grounds to see the figure flying above the Quidditch field. That was his Harry. Always in the clouds when he really should be down on Earth. Tears flow from the clouds, striking Draco in his heart as he thought about how close Harry was to him right now... and yet so far.
He couldn't tear his eyes away. His hand itching to grab his broom and join his lover in his flee from reality. Harry moved closer and closer to the school and Draco's breath hitched when Harry was just outside his window, a soft smile on his face. Harry closed his eyes and whispered a soft word before he descended. Back to Earth. Back to the harsh reality that was keeping them apart.
For now.
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A/N - This is not a story of how the four of them got together, but rather of how the four of them found themselves and their place in this world. I'm not much for sex scenes. And there will be occasional swearing. This IS rated M for a reason.
Also, I have no idea what the pairing will end up. Draco/Harry would be most likely. I do love them But I'm also starting to like Draco/Hermoine... so yeah.
Reviews - I would REALLY REALLY like some more reviews, but I won't require it for me to keep updating... although it does help me write faster and inspiration strikes more easily when I DO get MORE reviews... it's funny how that happens...
Thanks goes to - Flibber T. Gibbet - You didn't freak me out. I love getting reviews. I get elephants?
- TwistedChesy - bows Thank-you, Thank-you, you're too kind.
