This awesome song is A.F.I. Prelude 12/21. It's the song that plays right before the Miss Murder video. It makes me sad, but you know what? It's a sad story.
Hermione needed a cure. Hermione needed a stress reliever. Hermione needed a drink
But she was forced to settle for loud music.
She'd left Draco asleep in his own room and gone to hers, locking the door tightly behind her. She had no wish to speak to him now, as it would only complicate matters. Hermione didn't believe yet that Draco truly wanted to fight on Dumbledore's side. Desperately, she wanted to be with him. But what was the point of falling for someone only to lose them? Why wasn't life fair to her? She was doomed from the beginning, she assumed. She'd been an oddball at her former schools, she was the mudblood here. Doomed, completely. Doomed to fall in love with her greatest enemy.
A year ago she would have laughed in the face of anyone who could tell her she'd fall for Draco Malfoy. Draco Malfoy, who for years had tortured the poor girl into tears. And then, he changed.
This is what I brought you
This you can keep
This is what I brought
You may forget me.
As she looked back, it wasn't as drastic as it seemed. He'd come back from summer holidays with a new attitude. He was quiet, reserved and, well, nice. He'd held the compartment door open for her. She remembered her suspicions only growing. He'd teased her, in a playful way, never once bringing up her blood. He began talking to her when they were out on rounds. Telling her a little about him, content to walk with her in silence at times.
So they found refuge in each other. When school or Ron and Harry got too stressful she'd curl up in the common room. When pressure from his father or when he was simply bored, he'd pull a big chair over to the window and watch the show. She remembered seeing him like that once.
"Why do you do that?" she asked him.
"What?" His long fingers were folded in front of him as he played commander over a fleet of snowballers.
"Sit at the window like that? Watch everything?"
"It calms me. It's real, I mean. But I'm outside of it. I'd rather be on the outside."
"That's silly." She pulled another chair beside him, and curled up with a book.
"We can't all be brave Gryffindors. Some of us would be happy not being noticed."
"It isn't about being noticed, it's about doing what's right."
"Many wizards have been noticed, and not for being right."
"And what kind of wizard are you?" she ventured, somewhat concerned about his reply.
"I'm working on it," he threw her a smirk.
I promise to depart
Just promise one thing
Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep.
Why did he have to be so honest? Everything would have stayed simple had he continued being mean to her. After that day they became closer. He shared more and more with her, even touching Lucius territory. It scared her, to learn about the past Draco endured. But it was his future that terrified her.
"I'm supposed to get the Dark Mark soon. During Christmas break." He was back at the window, a letter clamped tightly in his shaking hand.
"Malfoy…" she began.
"Don't!" It was the first time in nearly four months that he'd raised his voice to her. "Don't call me that! I don't want to be a Malfoy."
"Draco…" it was the first time she'd said his name to his face.
"I'm sorry," he replied, a bit lame. "I just don't know what to do."
She looked him dead in the eye.
"What's right."
But he hadn't. He'd returned after Christmas with the Dark Mark on his forearm. He'd hidden it well, for a while. Until they sat at the same window and it seared a warning. He'd collapsed with the pain, Hermione instantly jumped to his side. He grasped his arm tightly, tears nearly leaking out of his silver eyes. Hermione sat back. Draco looked up.
"You didn't…"
"Hermione, please," he begged.
"Why?"
"Because he would have killed me."
She knew her only reply would be to tell him she loved him, so she used someone else's words.
"Then you should have died."
She broke his heart that night.
This is what I brought you
This you can keep
This is what I brought
You may forget me.
She didn't speak to him again until nearly February. It was Valentine's Day, and Hermione had shut herself in her room. After peeking out and seeing that there wasn't any blond boys running around, she crept into the common room to gaze out the window. It was open, and Draco was leaning halfway out of it.
"Draco!" she yelled, rushing to him. "Don't! Stop, what are you doing?"
He gave her a confused look.
"It's Potter and Little Weasley," he pointed straight down to the two snogging.
"Oh," she replied, turned on her heel and stomped back towards her room.
He grabbed her arm.
"I know you hate me, but let me get this out." He started. "When I got home for Christmas there was a party. I didn't know it then but it was my initiation. My father asked if I was ready for my present, and with Christmas on my mind I didn't think much of it. I was taken to Him, Voldemort. I was branded. If I had attempted to flee I would have been killed. And I couldn't have that happen.
"I've gotten to like you a lot Hermione, I just wanted you to know that. I expect things will start happening. I'm going to remember every nice thing you've done for me. You're truly the greatest person I've ever met."
And he'd turned and walked away.
I promise you my heart
Just promise to sing
Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep.
Hermione had planned their date that night with help fromGinny. She wanted Draco to think that she'd never liked him. She wanted to make herself think that she'd never liked him. But if she could manage to make him admit his feelings, maybe they'd be okay.
Boy, that blew up in her face.
Draco woke up slowly, the past day a blur to him. He remembered running in the rain, and then pancakes…and then it was foggy. A loud thumping worsened his headache. Granger was listening to music. He listened intentlyfor the words, hoping for some kind of sign. He heard the words, and hoped the sign was wrong.
This is what I thought
I thought you'd need me
This is what I thought
So think me naïve
I promise you a heart
You promise to keep
Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep.
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