Through With You
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Ryo Angel

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He was as deadly as a snake. He can't be trusted. But he is.

She was as lethal as a lioness. She can't be tamed. But she is.

But by who?

Therein lies the question that many were mistaken about. The two was known for their cool aloof nature since the beginning of their sixth year. Wanted by all, touched by none. Hated by each other. And yet..

And yet...

Sitting in the courtyard, they were together. A laughing smile glittered on her lips as she listened enraptured to his whispers. All who passed by stopped and stared. Slowly, a small crowd grew and grew and grew until all but the professors were there staring, staring at the two whom no one could touch.

Two pair of eyes stared intently on the duo. One blue. One green. Hatred. Desire. Despair. Love.

"I can't believe Hermoine's with that git!" Ron sneered as hatred shimmered in his eyes.

Harry managed a shrug, tearing his eyes away from his ex-lover. "You gave her up, remember?" He asked softly. "You have no claim over who she spends her time with."

"But it's Malfoy!" Ron cried vehemently, "You can't just let them get together like that, Harry. It's unnatural."

Harry resisted his urging to look at them. Instead, he leaned his back against the rail, "She's beautiful. He's handsome. What's so unnatural about that?" He focused on the vein on Ron's neck. It was pulsating, the blood drumming through it, wanting to burst. Harry closed his eyes and then open them again. It's been 6 months. 6 months since the last time they were together. And all Harry could think of was that he would trade anything to have one more night with him. One more kiss. One more sweet embrace.

"It's over." He whispered to himself.

"I -know- that, Harry." Ron growled, pushing himself away from the railing. "I'm out of here." He stomped off, "Sickening."

Harry watched Ron leave, shaking his head at the stupidity of his best friend. They've changed. All of them. Seven years in a magical dwelling, the war raging full blown outside Hogwarts walls. And inside, scared little children, pushed to choose sides by their parents, their teachers, the world. "When will it end?" He whispered as he turned his attention back to the duo. "When can we be free?"

Silver locked with emerald.

One tear fell.

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He was crying.

There were no tears.

He laid on his bed, letting Hermoine run her hands through his white locks soothingly. "It'll be all right, Draco." She didn't hear his screams, couldn't feel him as he shook under her administrations. "It'll be over soon."

His bare back was laced with red. Bloody rags lay next to a basin of crimson water. His father summoned him again. To tell him about the initiation. To get him ready for the torment. When he came back, his white shirt was soaked in blood. All he wanted was to find Harry, curl up next to him and cry his eyes out as he had done before. But Harry was gone now. Hermoine stood next to him instead.

"I don't understand why he doesn't just curse you." She shook her head as she wrapped him with some cool bandages with a potent healing salve.

"He takes pleasure at seeing blood." Draco offered. "My blood especially."

Hermoine's eyes flared with rage, but she kept her voice soft, "He's a fool." She lift his head and helped him drink a sleeping drought.

Draco laughed between sips, "Won't argue with you there."

He relaxed, letting the soothing liquid do its work. Before his eyes closed, he saw a dark figure standing next to Hermoine.

It can't be...

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Ron waited patiently in the halls. He knew they would be patrolling tonight. As they patrolled every night. Head girl and Head boy. So he waited. And then he saw her. Just as beautiful as the day he left her. She moved closer to him, "You're not suppose to be here." She told him with a little smile. "Run along so I won't have to take points off Gryffindor."

"Hermoine..." He breathed.

She arched one perfectly defined eyebrow, "Yes?"

He closed his eyes. It was perfectly reminiscent to the time when he asked her to be his. "I... You... Your behavior is unacceptable."

"Excuse me?" Hermoine planted her hands on her hips and looked at him expectantly.

"I said your behavior is unacceptable." Ron was firm with his words and hoped that she would see things his way. Even if he had no idea what his way was.

"Well, how condescending unnecessarily critical you are." Ron started to defend himself, but Hermoine continued, "You listen to me, Ronald Billus Weasely. We are not together. Never was. Never will. So don't dare you tell me what to do." She turned on her heels and started to walk away, the clicking of her heels filled the silence until.

"You love me!" He shouted, "Me! Not that ferret!"

Hermoine turned quickly around and marched up to him, anger shimmering in her eyes, "I have the tendency of getting very physical, Ron. So watch your step. Because if I do, you'll need a miracle." She turned around again, daring him to taunt her again.

Sure enough, "I know." He leered. "Is he enjoying all the physical... urk!"

Don't mess with me, Ronald. I'll have you again, but I won't stand for such talk. You'll suffer for what you've done to me. And everyone will suffer with you.

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Hermoine reached the common room that she shared with Draco and was about to walk in when she heard a soft rustle. There was no one around and she ventured a guess, "Harry?"

The sound of cloth moving could be heard and then she saw Harry's head floating slightly above her, "Is he all right?"

Hermoine considered playing dumb, but reconsidered. "He's asleep. Got a chunk out of him this time." She could see the quiet anger shimmering in his eyes and once again wonder what would have happened if this little boy had been the heir of Slytherin.

"He's okay." It was a statement. Harry knew that the initiation would be soon. And until then, Draco would only suffer physical torment. Better that than any mental anguish... better that than...

"Curses." Hermoine commented. "There's three more months left before they start on those, Harry." Hermoine said softly, "He only has three more months left to..."

To live.

To die.

When can we be free?

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Hermoine closed the door quietly behind her and moved silently towards the slumbering Draco. Brushing a lock of silver hair away from his eyes, she ran her knuckles down his cheek, "I'm sorry this is happening. I'll make it up to you. I promise. Just... Just give me some time."

A dark figure loomed on the other side of Draco's bed, a whisper of dread flooded Draco's body as he shivered. Hermoine's eyes narrowed and she hissed, "I want his hands."

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A/N - Well... let me be the first to say this. I have no idea what I'm writing about. Oh, I have some ideas as to what roles the four of them play in the war, but I have no idea what I'm writing. It's pretty much just hit and run, hoping that it makes sense. Can you tell? ;

Help me out. A few suggestions. Please email them if you will to my msn account: xakikox

There's a song wrapped into the story from Maroon Five. Can you guess what song?

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