I don't own Harry Potter or any of the songs I use, I just like them both...more than anyone should; it gets ridiculous.
Okay, chapter nine. This song is called "By You" by the Mitch Hansen Band, who normally sing about Twilight but I love this song with all my heart.
Rec2527: hahahaha, I was waiting for someone to call me a tease. Don't worry, the fundraiser is coming up and I have a surprise coming with it.
Casi: More than sparks will fly trust me love.
EmoPrincess21: I have the whole story summarized on my computer so I don't lose where I'm going with it.
IGOTEAMEDWARD: Thank you, love, this is probably my favorite story that I've written
This hole in my chest has been getting That day in the fall
the best of my life...
hurt me more than any kind of pain
in this life ever should.
What's the cause?
I guess I'll walk around in this
Empty shell of all that I was
Hold myself.
Who else will?
Please be still
Draco watched her walk away in the airport and felt his heart drop. She looked beautiful. He needed her back with him. It was good to see her…she even talked to him a little. Only the gods and Harry actually knew how much he missed her. There was this whole in his chest where his heart was and it was getting the best of him. He had trouble eating and sleeping. His mother and friends forced him to eat and he drank to go to sleep at night.
For months now that day she left played over and over in his head. She wouldn't even give him a chance to explain! Abia was there to tell him that she was engaged to Harry's friend, Ron, and he was hugging her to congratulate her. He walked towards his car, unseeing, like a turtle without a shell. Well, that was how Ginny had put it. He climbed into the backseat and wrapped his arms around his torso, dreaming that it was Hermione.
How could he still love her? He had every right to hate her for leaving him the way she did but…bloody hell, this was stupid!
Get up off the floor and try I can't sleep
Never let them see you cry
You're swimming now but
Swans were meant to fly
And the chill of your touch
Never thought I'd miss the cold so much
Wrapped in stone
I felt at home
If only you knew that this hole
Was created by you.
Dream of you
There you are
It's not true
Draco sat on the floor of his mother's hotel room. He needed her, like he did as a child. She had closed the door so that he could cry what he wanted to without being judged.
He did just that, until there was a knock on the door.
"Draco, it's Harry, can I come in?"
"Why not." Draco said, as evenly as he could.
Harry came in and just sat next to Draco.
"She's still hurting." He said, staring at the ceiling.
"How could she ever think that I would throw away what I had with her?" Draco asked, a tear spilling down his cheek.
Harry shrugged. "Everything had gone downhill for her since Ron dropped her as a friend." He said. "They liked each other since second year but then Ron turned cruel to her and she was a wreck."
Draco remembered the first time he held her hand. It was around December so it was cold…he missed that cold touch…it was the closest thing that had felt like home to him, ever since he was practically forced to be a Death Eater.
"It's like…there's this hole in my chest, Har, it's where she is."
Harry left shortly after, telling Draco that it would be alright in the end. Draco merely nodded and curled up on the bed to sleep.
He dreamed.
"Draco."
"Mione?" he said, turning.
There she was, standing next to him in the green dress. The one he had bought her.
"Mione!" he said, pulling her into a hug.
"You hurt me, Draco." She said, hitting him.
"No! I never would, I promised you!" he said, stroking her hair.
"You broke my heart."
"I never meant to!" he cried.
"It's your turn to experience heartbreak, Draco." She said, stabbing him with a knife that had appeared in her hand.
Draco woke up screaming. She was always there in his head. Sometimes it was memories of their relationship and other times it was like the one that he had just had. He clutched his chest as he caught his breath.
Falling back against the headboard, he was afraid to go back to sleep, knowing that she would be there. He didn't mind that. What he minded was the fact that he wouldn't know what the dream would be.
I walk to the edge It's a difficult way
I look at the sea
I never imagined how easy it'd be
You give me no choice
To hear your voice
I feel so free
To live out each day
I wonder where you are
But now here I come
Don't step in the sun
You're almost in my arms
Draco decided he needed to visit his spot. He needed to think! So he Apparated to his cliff, it was a nice spot to sit because it was quiet and isolated. He sat down, his legs dangling off of the edge. He had to figure out how he was going to handle the fundraiser and how he was going to confront Hermione.
He looked off the edge and looked at a small body of water.
"You know you really don't have to think about anything" a voice said.
Draco turned and saw…himself! Well, himself when he first started Hogwarts.
"What the-?"
"You're having a mental breakdown, my friend." Younger Draco said.
"What?"
"It's all because of the filthy Mudblood." Younger Draco sneered.
"Don't call her that!" older Draco replied, getting to his feet.
"You used to." Younger Draco said, smiling with his evil little grin.
"I never meant it, though." Draco said, looking off of the edge. "Is it really as easy as you say?"
"It's easier." Younger Draco said. "You 'slip', everyone you know forgets about you and you never have to worry about anything again."
"Draco."
Draco turned and saw Albus Dumbledore standing next to the eleven year old version of Draco.
"Professor?"
"I think you may call me Albus, I believe." Dumbledore said with a smile.
"Albus…" the name sounded strange on his tongue. "What are you doing here?"
"To give you a word of advice." Albus said, pushing the eleven year old Draco off of the cliff. The real Draco jumped, not expecting the man with one of the kindest hearts to do that.
"He would've destroyed you, Draco." Dumbledore said, putting a hand on Draco's shoulder.
"I wasn't gonna do it." Draco mumbled.
"But you were. You wanted to forget anything." Albus said. "Follow me."
"Where are we going?"
"On a little trip."
"Vague old…" Draco mumbled. "What the fuck?"
When Draco looked around he saw that he wasn't as his spot anymore. They were in the manor. "Why are we-?" Draco began but stopped as his father walked through him. "Father…but…"
"This is when the Dark Lord fell. You would've been a year old, give or take a few months."
Draco felt his legs give out and he landed on the sofa. "So…I was never born." He whispered. Dumbledore merely nodded.
"Narcissa?"
Draco's mother came in, her eyes swimming with tears. "I'm sorry, Lucius."
"Cissa, my love, it's alright. We'll keep trying." Lucius said, wrapping his arms around his wife, kissing her forehead.
"You were a miracle child, Draco; did you not ever wonder why you never had any brothers or sisters?"
Draco hung his head in shame. He had always thought that his parents didn't love him…why have another child if you don't love the one you had?
"Come along, Draco."
He got up and followed the old man but not before stopping to look back at his parents. Lucius held Narcissa as she cried, whispering words of love into her ear.
The next time Draco blinked, they were in Hogwarts. He saw his friends immediately, they were laughing. They looked so young. "This would've been your first year. What do you notice?"
Draco looked around. "Where are Crabbe and Goyle?"
"In detention. You always got them out of it, being that you we Snape's godson. Anything else?"
Draco's eyes wondered to the Gryffindor table. "Mione and Ron? Where's Harry?"
"Look closer…he's not where you'd expect him to be."
Draco's head whipped back to the Slytherin table and sure enough, there was Harry Potter, talking and laughing with Blaise Zabini. "How is he in Slytherin?"
"You were the reason he wanted to be in Gryffindor. You never met so he got in."
"Did he-"
"Yes, he still defeated Voldemort. Alone, with his own reasons." Dumbledore said. "Come along, we still have one last stop."
This hole you created is now dissipated by you...
-
"Where are we now?"
"The apartment of Miss. Hermione Granger."
"Mione?" he said, looking around. "How old is she?"
"In her twenties."
"She never?"
"No. You were never born…so she never found the right man."
Mione came into the living room. "No, Ginny, I'm tired of dating. None of them have the right…well, anything." She was quiet for a bit. "I just want to be alone."
Draco's heart sank. "So, because I was never born…we never met…I never insulted her….she never punched me and we never fell in love."
Albus nodded before taking Draco back to his spot.
"You now have a choice, Draco. You can either go make things right, or you can end it. People will miss you and you'll break the heart of the one you love, forever."
But Draco had made his mind up, long ago.
He was getting his girl back.
