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Someone Else's Arms
Be Still and Know

'Devoirs'--Her door opened to let her in. The lights flickered on and the fireplace started as she entered. The room was lavish compared to her old dorm room that she had shared with Lavender and Padma for the past six years of being a student at Hogwarts. The four-poster bed was covered in cranberry and gold embroidery around its edges. Her pillows swapped between the two compromising colours, as so did the curtains on her vastly large ceiling windows with opposite colour embroidery.

Her cherry desk sat over in the corner, next to the windows and its rich colour bounced off in radiance when the sun hit upon it. She had parchment, quills and opened books scattered out on that desk and it made her feel comfortable to know that when she wanted to scrimmage down something important, the world was open for it.

Now, her room just would not be complete without a bookcase to keep her books in when she was not in use of them. Its cherry colour matched with the cherry of her desk and her bed and in a way it made her feel, more at home when she came in here to do whatever she wanted without anyone disturbing her and her thoughts. She had placed a ward against the bookcase just in case someone caught her saying her password and tried to get something from her beloved set of books. She would not have it. Not now, not ever.

Stripping of her robe, she placed it upon her bed and laid her wand beside it. Stretching she walked over to her window and opened it, a rush of air swept over her. She drew in the cold air in small breaths and looked out into the bright moon. Smiling softly, she closed her windowpanes, took off her school shoes and socks, and wiggled her toes in between the plush rug that was set beside her bed.

She breathed in and out calmly, her eyes closed. The word love popped in her mind and flashed itself right before her closed eyes, her eyes opened quickly. She blew a raspberry and walked into her bathroom.

There was a tub, just like the one from inside of the prefects' bathroom, but a big bigger in size. There were still all the knobs of colourful bubbles, scents and water. There was no diving board in her bathroom which she was rather grateful for and the room was always clean – even though she greatly disapproved the usage of house elves. It made her feel uncomfortable, even though she knew that they were free elves and not under order of Hogwarts to actually do work, it just hadn't settled in her mind as yet.

She turned on one of the knobs and it poured itself into the immensely large bathtub. Its fumes filled the air of the room with black cherry and nutmeg as it filled. Peeling her clothes off she laid them down on one of the benches inside and stepped into the warm waters that welcomed her and wrapped around her like a glove. Scrubbing her body clean, she felt more than clean, but made no effort in getting out. She had already turned off the knobs as the tub was already full and she just sat and daydreamed.

She fell into a soft slumber as she lay there in the tub.

What is it to love, Hermione?, kept on repeating over and over in her mind. Every face that passed her by in her short-lived dream seemed to be asking her the same question. She was walking down a passageway towards Greenhouse Seven when she had spotted Ron sitting on the dewy grass gazing into the sky. He looked like a little kid waiting for Santa Claus to pop out from the sky. She walked over to him quietly and had sat down beside him.

He had looked at her, a blank expression on his face. "Do you love me, Hermione?" He asked.

She smiled and nodded. "Of course, I do. What made you think that I didn't?"

His face remained blank. Without void. No expression. At all.

"Do you know what it is to love, Hermione?" His eyebrows furrowed, his eyes were pasted unto hers. That question – why was everyone saying it?

"Is there something that you want to tell me, Ron?" Worry and fear was written all over her face.

He shook his head and looked away from her. "I-I just want to know if you know that love is something that you can't define. Something that you can't keep away from – that its fate. That love is never-ending no matter how hard you try to suppress it. No matter how much it hurts you to know that you can't live without that person in your life and that if they were ever taken away from you that you'd feel crushed for eternity. Do you know what love is, Hermione? Because I do-"

He looked at her, she was biting her lip.

"Every time I look at you, I know what love is."

Her eyes were swelling with tears; she gave a small sniffle and rubbed her nose. A tear had fallen. She shook her head.

"Honestly Ron? I don't know what it is to love."

She slipped into the water and came up gasping for air. She spit out the now cold water from her mouth and looked around her, her breathing choppy. Pulling away wet strands from her face, she grabbed the towel from the side of the tub and stepped out of the tub wrapping it around her naked body. The tub drained itself and left it sparkling clean.

Pursing her lips slightly she walked over to her sink and looked into the mirror. She felt that she looked horrible and did a self-examination of her body and all. Blowfish facing herself in the mirror she said a drying charm for her hair and her now damp bare body. Walking out of the room she found that her pyjamas were laid out for her on her bed and her robe and wand were propped up over on the beds end.

Getting dressed in five minutes flat, she gave a long loud yawn and jumped into her bed. It was quarter to two by the time she had fallen asleep into a sporadic sleep.

Meanwhile, Draco was sitting in his own tub doused in his own recollections and in warm waters. The room smelled of lavender vanilla – the scent of the month. Eyes closed he inhaled the fumes and drifted off into a land of nothing.

Waking up a half hour later, the cold water was beginning to nip at his exteriors and he came out of the water, wrapping a towel around his waist as the water in his tub also drained itself to a sparkling shimmer. Raising an eyebrow, he walked out of his bathroom into his own room. It was in the same arrangement as Hermione's except with a different colour scheme of forest green and silver. The only exception was that his desk was actually clean and not messy as such.

Grabbing his black satin pyjamas he slipped into it, even though his body was now quite damp. He liked it that way. Everything stuck. He smirked and took his towel and towel-dried his hair, which came out to look wild and sticking out in odd places, but he liked it that way. It came out just right in the morning to come.

He chuckled and shook his head as he looked into his mirror. His skin was flawless and his eyes made everything just perfect. Those beautiful grey eyes put everything into place. It was what being a Malfoy was all about – flawless, a consummation of perfection.

Running his hand through his hair, he breathed out deeply and walked over to his window. Opening them, all thoughts drained from his body once more. The same butterfly from earlier that day came soaring down upon him and it felt ticklish against him.

"Why do you keep coming back?" He asked it. He knew it wouldn't answer him, but it was something that needed to be asked. It fluttered against his bare arm and as if in denial of itself, flew unto the tip of his nose.

Closing its wings, it stared intently at Draco. He scrunched his nose, but it wouldn't move. He blew softly on it, but it just wouldn't budge.

"What do you want from me? I'm not anything special. Just leave me alone." He sneered. Its left wing slapped gently against his nose, refusing. Draco almost jumped out of his pyjamas.

"Are you serious? You understand me? Gah, I'm dreaming." He closed his eyes tightly, counted mentally to himself to ten and opened his eyes again.

It was still there. He felt that if this butterfly was a human being it would be laughing at him right at this moment. Or was it?

Draco lifted his right forefinger and scooped up the butterfly unto his finger. "You are a real butterfly right?" His brought his hand arm length away from his face and watched it intently. The butterfly didn't answer or make any inclination of hearing the idiotic question.

"I guess you are. Now get going I'm going to bed. I have better things to do than to stand here talking to some butterfly that can't even talk back to me. I must be off my damn rocker for thinking that you would." The butterfly flew from his finger into the night sky.

He closed his windows and slinked over to his four-poster bed and sat down on it. He yawned and scratched his upper arm. He lay back on his bed, the satin sheets rubbing against the bare of his back.

'Ruin my reputation, y'know?' What reputation? He snorted. His conscious came into play.

"Of being a Malfoy, Draco." It said.

I hate being a Malfoy, damnit. There isn't a person out there that isn't afraid of me. Do you know-?

"How much it hurts to know that people don't give a flying fart about how you feel? I believe I would, seeing as I'm your conscious, Draco." It smarted.

You're not making this situation any better than it should be. So if you are here to mock me then leave me the hell alone. I don't have the time for you nor do I need you. Good night to you. He shut out his conscious from his thoughts and looked up at the ceiling.

He closed his eyes and his stomach churned as he saw Pansy and Blaise snogging in the empty Ancient Runes classroom. He wanted to run away from everything, wanted to cry but knew that Malfoys did not do such a thing – but it happened anyway. He cried until he had no more.

He cried because he had no one.

Authors Notes: Any ideas, dilemmas, etc. leave a lovely comment. All comments are appreciated please and thanks. Took me about four hours to write this chapter, because I wanted it to be just right, but that's really for you to decide. Thank you for reading and reviewing! Chapter five shall be up pretty soon (as long as I get some comments, lots most possibly).
Chapter title Be Still and Know by Steven Curtis Chapman.