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Chapter 21

"Through Rose-coloured Glasses"

Hermione opened her eyes to be greeted by the choleric rain outside. It must have been already very late as the whole place seemed to be very dark and the only source of light was the frequent lightning with its roaring thunderstorms.

She could make form of the grandiosity and classic refinement of the place, but the prolific antiquity and aristocracy had somehow scared her a bit.

She shivered and buried her face further into Draco by the time another flash of lightning and a loud roar of thunder had emerged. It was better that she was still tucked securely on his chest.

She then suddenly remembered that she was supposed to go to dinner with Oliver this night.

Yet, she just didn't want to be anywhere now but here, tucked and secured with the man she loved.

She sighed while tenderly stroking Draco's hair. Even in the dark, she could see the outlines of his beautifully sculpted face.

She just loved this guy in front of him too much that she was willing to do everything for him, but then she also cared for Oliver. Not in the way she did with Draco, but he'd been a very good friend to her.

She slowly disentangled herself from the sleeping blonde and gathered her discarded clothing after tenderly kissing him.

She knew that she had promised Draco never to see Oliver again but she just felt very guilty of the fact that it was raining pretty hard and Oliver was there, waiting for her. She knew Oliver was a ridiculously persistent and patient man that he'd wait for her even until the restaurant closes.

She took a moment to think things over, hoping to make a sound decision while slipping inside the bathroom. Her thoughts had stopped for a while by the moment the chandelier inside was lit on.

Wait.

Chandelier?

Where the hell was she anyway?

Draco had taken the liberty on apparating her somewhere again.

Apparently, it had been one of his favourite hobbies lately.

"Malfoy Manor," she suddenly breathed when she looked around and had finally taken in the surroundings. The bathroom was luxuriously designed with classical aesthetic atmosphere and epicurean antique furniture. Mirrors with intricate and very amorous designs were stretched into the high ceilings. Everything was just glorious and empyrean that she didn't know she'd been gawking for quite a while now.

She suddenly was very curious to go back into the bedroom and open the lights to see clearly how magnificent it was.

She just knew it was a huge room and was indeed very spacey, knowing the activities they've done without even reaching the bed…

She suddenly bit her lower lip and blushed at this thought; more so when she realized that they've arrived here at daytime but she didn't even have the time to examine the room as she was too busy getting a little bit too much from him.

"Mione?"

She looked around and saw a dazed naked Draco Malfoy with a very messy hair. It appeared he just woke up and didn't even care of his nudity.

Why would he, anyway?

They'd been pretty wild since they started dating.

Well, not that she's complaining.

"You're awake," she smiled lovingly while she went near him and kissed him fondly "And naked, I might add," she giggled.

"Last time I checked, you pretty much like it," he teased while holding her closely.

They kissed again, though this time it was slower and gentler.

"I dreamt that you went away," Draco suddenly whispered by the time their lips broke apart.

"Why is that?" Hermione asked while caringly stroking his baby-fine hair.

"I don't know. I guess it's because I never got to make love with you in the bed yet and I—erm…" Draco frowned for a while, looking hesitant of what he would say next. He couldn't possibly say to her that it was his long time dream to make love to her in his bed ever since they were young. It would sound so perversely obsessive and weird. But what could he do? His hormones had started kicking at a very young age. He guessed he'd always been advanced at everything. He couldn't help it if he's such a superior being, right?

"Draco, really. All you have to do is ask," Hermione chuckled affectionately before standing on tiptoes and holding unto his nape so she could kiss him.

They made love again, but this time they took all the time they had, whispered to each other sweet nothings and gave each other warm kisses on his bed.

It was such a tender moment that Hermione wished she could stay like that forever.

All confused thoughts or guilty feelings were completely wiped away now.

All her life, all she tried to do was to please other people and to make sure that everyone was happy.

For once, she wanted to be happy.

She wanted to be loved by the person she'd been in love with from the very beginning.

"I love you, Draco," she whispered lovingly as she sighed on his chest.

"You know how much I love you too, princess," he answered while kissing and smelling her hair. He would never get tired of that.

"Yeah, but all these activities are making me hungry," she pouted lazily, which made Draco chuckle; his voice was reverberating from his chest and into her ear.

She liked it when he did that.

It made her feel very close to him, like they were one.

They had a cozy dinner beside the fireplace while Hermione had playfully worn nothing but Draco's plain shirt. She said she liked it as it smelled like him and so it was like they were indeed one. Draco couldn't understand her little theory but he enjoyed the fact that she looked drop dead gorgeous with only his t-shirt on.

They discovered a lot of each other that night.

It was like they were two strangers wildly in love all over again.

Hermione told him about her little adventures when she was very young. How she used to love the heights and be on top of everything. How she'd always climb the tree on their backyard even if her father told her not to and how she fell and was hurt badly after that which was why she developed a trauma and a fear of heights.

She told him she'd always hoped to conquer that fear but she just couldn't do it which was why she was always left staring jealously at her housemates while they fly on their brooms.

She had confessed on how she used to volunteer in helping Madam Hooch so she could also clean his broom and give it a good luck kiss before his every big game.

Draco was very surprised at this.

He kissed her and promised that he'd take her out flying someday.

She didn't even need to ask him, actually. He'd been dreaming about that ever since.

Draco asked her a lot of things. He wanted to know what she wanted. He wanted to know everything that she was thinking in that impossible head of hers. He wanted to know her dreams.

He wanted to know so he could give them all to her.

Eleven years had been a wasted time, but he knew that thinking about it would be useless and so he decided to focus on the things that he could do for his little princess.

He also asked her about her favourite books, which led to the questioning of her odd behavior on occupying three chairs in the library. Draco told her that he always thought it was useless, as her best friends weren't really fond of her little fortress.

This made Hermione laugh and told him that the two extra chairs were not for Ron and Harry. Draco had always thought that she had reserved them for those dolts. It turned out that the chair he thought was just her cat's temporary place was actually really was its permanent place. Hermione told him that Crookshanks was a bit smug and superior among others and he always needed to have his own chair.

Draco asked her of the other chair, but Hermione just kissed him and whispered that he already knew the answer.

He then realized they were like playing a game of hide and seek before.

The other would close his eyes whenever the other would stand behind him and just by time he opens them, the other would run and hide away.

It was an endless cycle.

They just never realized that it was better playing a game while opening their eyes at the same time.

It was less complicated.

There could have been lesser tears.

"I'm sorry for closing my eyes and counting too long before I caught you," he whispered before kissing her good night as she slept into his arms beside the warm fireplace.

He then gently carried her and laid her into the bed, careful not to wake her up.

He smiled as a memory had suddenly taken over him by the time he leaned down to kiss her again…

She had taken his spot and it angered him.

She appeared to have fallen asleep while reading since a book was laid opened on her stomach. She was peacefully lying on a blanket and her bag was carelessly opened just beside her.

Her messy hair was splayed all over the blanket and away from her face leaving him the liberty to properly look at her.

His eyes were full of curiosity and intense concentration while he leaned nearer and stared at her. She looked calm and peaceful. He also couldn't help but noticed her slow and rhythmic breathing, making her chest rise and fall. Even with her robes, he could still note that she had a beautiful body inside. Her robes could no longer hide the curves that she had grown through the years anymore.

She just looked so soft and so warm.

He couldn't help but to have a little feel and felt his hand slowly landing on her cheek. A rare smile had unconsciously plastered his face while his thumb started to caress the softness of her face.

He really couldn't help it.

He suddenly found himself touching the light little freckles on her nose and tracing the lovely shape of her eyebrows.

It was a great mystery to him on how this girl could be so plain but very attractive to him at the same time.

There was nothing special about her but he just couldn't help but be magnetized. She seemed like a puzzle that he couldn't solve. He wanted to stop but couldn't do it or else it would frustrate him more.

His face was full of fascination and curiosity that he looked as if he was in a trance while his fingers slowly traced her lips slowly.

They were just so red and so soft but also so natural that they were almost made to tempt him…

He didn't know how it happened but he suddenly found himself bending nearer until his lips had descended into hers…

He closed his eyes, savouring her every essence as he gently brushed his lips into hers.

She stirred a little but he didn't stop kissing her until he felt her lips stretch into a contented smile as she kissed him back.

She felt so warm.

She smelt of honey and roses…

Just like before.

"Good morning dears," a blissful humming voice had completely captured the two lovers out of dreamland as a stream of bright morning light entered their blurry gazes.

"Mother, I told you I hate it when you open the curtains like that," Draco groaned as he lazily sat up while squinting a little due to the impossible sunlight from the opened curtains.

"Oh, hush, Draco. You might be the little curmudgeon but I'm sure Hermione would love this room to have a bit of light, you know," Narcissa smiled fondly at the blushing brunette.

"Erm… Good morning, Narcissa," Hermione smiled shyly while trying to fix her messy hair and covering herself with the blanket. She was still only wearing Draco's plain ruffled shirt.

"Good morning dearest," Narcissa beamed back at her. She looked extra happy today.

"Mother. Why are you here?" Draco suddenly muttered.

"Because we need to celebrate, darling," Narcissa replied at him casually as if it was an obvious answer. "This is the first time you ever have a girl inside your own bedroom."

"Mother," Draco mumbled as he shook his head and placed a hand on his forehead, clearly mortified when he heard Hermione stifle a chuckle.

"May I ask why is that, Narcissa?" She asked while smirking at her boyfriend.

"Oh, I guess it's a boyish dream of him. My son is very romantic, you know. He might not look like it, but—"

"Mother, please," Draco had his lips pursed now and was looking redder, in contrast of his pale trademark.

"Oh, alright dear," Narcissa beamed fondly while kissing the both of them."I'll see you two at breakfast. Don't be late, okay?" She waved before going out of the room.

Breakfast had actually turned out to be really good. Narcissa was such a sweet lady. It was remarkable on how different she was now to the old cold and stiff woman she had met years back. The Malfoy Manor was still luxurious as ever, but there was no hint of coldness in the place now. Narcissa told her about the renovations they had and all the healing they needed to go through for the past years.

Hermione had completely understood her decision on the renovations as a part of healing as she herself had actually suffered a great deal of pain in this house before and it was amazing on how she could feel she'd forgotten about that while she looked into the beautiful manor. Now, all she felt and saw was a beautiful and majestic home with its new era of fond memories.

She also found it really refreshing to be having a breakfast on a nice classic veranda at the gardens. Narcissa told her they rarely use the main dining table anymore as it was a bit too huge for them.

Never in her life did Hermione ever think of dining with the Malfoys and laughing with them this way.

She realized that life, indeed, could be the greatest tease.

After their breakfast, Narcissa asked Hermione to go with her on a nice shopping.

Draco was somehow pissed that he couldn't go with them but ended up letting his girlfriend go when his mother looked at him with pleading eyes.

He was such a stubborn being, but when it came to his mother, he just couldn't say no.

Hermione found this very sweet of him.

"Don't you think this is too much, Narcissa?" Hermione asked by the time they finished their shopping and were now heading into a classy restaurant. Narcissa's men were behind them while carrying tons of shopping bags. Hermione could ever swear that they could make a whole new boutique out of those dresses.

"Oh nonsense, dear. I want them all for you and besides, it's not your fault that you're really gorgeous and almost all the clothes you wear fit perfectly as if they were specially made for you," Narcissa winked at her before sitting down.

"Thank you for all of these, Narcissa. Really, I had a good time and you didn't have to buy those things for me," she smiled at her.

"I thought we discussed about that, honey? I was the one who asked you to go out with me and I don't want you paying anything. This is my way of thanking you for what you've done to my son. You make him so happy. You just don't know how much this means to me. I adore my boy so much and I've known his dreams and everything that he wished ever since he was young. Somehow, I've always known you were a part of it," Narcissa smiled at her tenderly. "My my, don't even ask me on how many times he'd babbled about you whenever he was at home on summers."

"Well, I'm pretty sure I was his favourite topic whenever he would sulk," Hermione chuckled.

"At first, I really just thought he hated you because you were always on top and he was always the second," Narcissa laughed fondly at the memory. "But then, he started babbling on how pissed he was because you were just too good at everything and kind to everyone but him. He noticed every little thing that you did, you know. Goodness, he even knew your favourite subjects, hobbies and even the food that you love. It was unnerving on how he'd sounded a bit obsessive of his little hate at you. That's when I realized that the hate was just part of his mask and that there was obviously more than that."

Hermione couldn't say anything but just smile and imagine the little nasty kid she knew.

It was surreal, really.

She honestly didn't know.

She wished she could have had somehow saw through his little mask before.

It must have been too hard keeping that tight mask. She wished she could have at least taken it from him sooner.

"I've always wanted a girl for a child," Narcissa suddenly said softly while smiling at Hermione, taking her out from a deep thought. "I wanted to take my little girl on dancing lessons, violin and piano lessons and even singing lessons. I ended up dumping everything to my poor boy," she laughed. "But he's a good kid. A little spoiled and smug, but he did everything that I instructed him to."

"You mentioned singing lessons," Hermione frowned.

"Yes. Why is that?"

"Well, I just remembered Theo mentioning about Draco's little singing phobia," Hermione replied, which made Narcissa suddenly look forlorn.

"What happened, Narcissa?" Hermione asked by the time the older lady had kept quiet.

"My Draco had always loved singing. He wasn't the very best, but he wasn't bad either, you know. He loved showing off. He grew up trying to be the best and trying to do everything just to please my husband," Narcissa stopped and cleared the lump on her throat before she started speaking again. "It happened one night, when he was being taught by his piano teacher. I was there watching him play too, until Lucius and his other friends had apparated inside. They had been gone for days to look for one of the traitors of the group who had almost reported the remaining undisclosed death eaters to the Ministry.

"Apparently, they've caught the traitor. He was filled with blood and was almost dying due to the torture that was given to him earlier. I hurriedly picked Draco of course, and I was about to take him to his room when Lucius suddenly had a sick idea. He said it was time for Draco to learn some of the things a real pureblood should do so he asked him to stand in front of the crying traitor to 'see the show'. I tried to plead Lucius to spare Draco that time for he was still very young, but my husband was a sick sadistic man and once he made a decision, we were all expected to oblige. Having first seen the act of cruciatus curse in front of him and on how the traitor cried and writhed in pain, Draco started to cry too. Lucius was outraged. He felt like his only son had embarrassed him in front of his associates, so he demanded him to stop crying or he'd receive the cruciatus curse instead.

"I was panicking because I knew that Lucius was the kind of man who didn't give any false threats. It was a good thing that my son was also a strong boy and I noticed him suddenly pursing his trembling lips and grasping his robe as he tried his very best to stop the small hiccups he had due to his sobs. Lucius seemed to have been pleased, but he didn't stop there. He started on bragging to his cronies on how talented his son was, as if there was no bleeding and dying man in front of them. They were such sick bastards. He asked Draco to show them and sing for them while t-they… slowly tortured and killed their victim," Narcissa broke down and hastily dabbed a napkin on her pale cheeks.

"Oh, Narcissa," Hermione stood up from her seat and embraced the crying woman. She, herself, was crying too. She suddenly wanted to apparate and to embrace Draco and tell him how much she loved him.

"I couldn't do anything, Hermione. I was very helpless. My husband was a cruel man. Please understand," Narcissa sobbed.

"I do. I do understand, Narcissa."

"I'm trying my hardest to be a good mother to him now. I love my son very much and I'm ready to give up everything for him. I'm just very worried that my efforts are still not enough to erase all the pain he had gone through because I was too weak to do anything about it. But I'm very sorry, you understand that, right?" Narcissa asked her pleadingly.

"I know, Narcissa. You don't have to blame yourself. It was a cruel past. You both are only victims. Please don't blame your self," Hermione said while embracing her even more tightly.

Some people in the restaurant had started on staring at them now, but she didn't care. She had felt the helplessness and pain in this woman and realized that all she wanted to do was to make it all better.

For a little amount of time, Hermione had formed an impossibly strong bond with her.

"My son loves you very dearly. Promise me you'll help him, Hermione. Make his pain go away," Narcissa asked her before lovingly kissing both her cheeks.

"I will, Narcissa. You don't have to ask."

"Mother. What have you done to my girlfriend?" Draco asked curiously while rubbing Hermione's back.

He was on his study room when they apparated back. He had even barely stood up when Hermione had suddenly thrown herself into him and embraced him fiercely.

"Am I not allowed to miss you now?" Hermione pouted puckishly at him.

"I just thought mother became too overly excited again and gave you a hell of a day. She's always like that," he chuckled while kissing her fondly.

"May I remind you that I'm still here?" Narcissa good-humoredly uttered at his son. "And besides, Hermione likes me. Don't you, dear?"

"Of course, I do. At least you're not overly vain like your son here," Hermione giggled.

"Hey! You should be at my side," Draco frowned, making the two women laugh even more.

"I'll leave you two. Thank you for a beautiful day, Hermione," Narcissa winked at her.

"Thank you too, Narcissa," Hermione smiled. The two shared a knowing look for a while, before Narcissa finally went away.

"What was that?" Draco raised his eyebrow curiously at her.

"Just a girl thing," Hermione smirked before capturing his lips for a long kiss.

"Hmm. I'm just wondering. Do you have a piano in this impossible huge manor of yours?" She suddenly asked him.

"In the music room. Why is that?" He asked.

"Nothing. I just love it. Will you show me?" Hermione asked him sweetly.

He paused for a while, thinking quite deeply and looking a bit hesitant, until he finally said yes and took her to the music room

"Beautiful," Hermione smiled while looking around the huge and spacey room. She noted the baroque antiquity of the place.

There were different musical baroque instruments including bass viol, harpsichord, lute, violin, and baroque guitars. There were also some from the Romantic and the Renaissance era.

But what caught Hermione's attention was the large black wooden grand piano located at the center of the place. Above it was a huge sophisticated glass chandelier.

"This is just… stunning," Hermione whispered while sitting and gently brushing the wooden texture of the grand piano with her hands.

"I think you'll love the library more. Come on, I'll show you," Draco smiled while placing a hand on her shoulder, but she just shook her head; still entranced by the beauty of the instrument.

"Come sit with me, Draco," she smiled while tugging on the hand on her shoulder.

Draco just sighed and sat with her, albeit a little hesitantly.

"Do you play the piano?" Hermione asked him.

"When I was very young," he nodded. "But I don't anymore."

"Why?"

"I just don't. That's all," he just shrugged.

"Everybody has a reason why they quit something. I told you about my little accident on a tree and about my fear of heights, didn't I?"

"I'm just a bit different, maybe. There's always someone who's got to be different. I just quit. That's all to it," he replied, looking quite uncomfortable of the topic now.

There was a long silence, until Hermione spoke softly. "Narcissa told me about your little singing phobia."

Draco had then suddenly stood up in a hurry, trying to be casual but failing to do so. "Let's go to the library. You'll love it there. We have collections on—"

"My parents used to sit with me whenever I'd play the piano. I miss that," Hermione smiled pleadingly at him, making him purse his lips and sat back with her.

She then smiled and kissed him before playing a piece that she loved. She played a beautiful muggle French love song called "La Vie En Rose".

Draco couldn't help but be enthralled and mesmerized on how she looked while her delicate fingers danced along the keys, flowing and gliding gracefully on each tune.

She looked contented and happy though there was a hint of melancholy in her smile.

But it made her look more beautiful, if that was even possible.

She excited and calmed him at the same time on each simple thing she did.

The little particles from the sunbeams passing through the window were slithering playfully on her cheeks, like she was the spring against a cold winter.

They were suddenly on this empty stage.

No judges.

No audiences.

Just a man and a woman, gliding on a beautiful piece of music.

All he could hear, see and feel was her melody… so eloquent and moving.

He closed his eyes by the time she had reach the last part, savouring everything and imprinting the sound into his memory with a promise to replay it over and over again.

He was still closing his eyes until the music had slowly stopped and until he had felt softness against his lips.

Everything was just so mellow and dreamy, it was almost quixotic.

The taste of her lips was beautiful.

Honey and roses…

His very own springtime.

"Did you like it?" She whispered by the time he opened his eyes.

"I love it," he answered softly.

"La vie en rose… Life in pink… Life through rose-coloured glasses," Hermione smiled pensively while staring out the window. Her eyes were lost on some place; it was as if she was staring at a memory.

A sad one.

"My mother used to tell me I should always live my life with a smile and in return, life would smile back at me, then everything would go well no matter what. I didn't really understand it that time. Through the years I've learned the attitude of looking through rose-coloured glasses. She made me promise to have one and to always be optimistic. I've carried the attitude of seeing and believing that things are better than they really are. I was taught that way, you know," she smiled as she closed her eyes and rested her head on his shoulder. Draco kissed her hair and instantly wrapped his arm around her.

"I had a very happy childhood and I didn't really know how pain worked. I'd trip sometimes and would feel pain but my father would always be there to rescue me. My mother would then heal my wound and kiss it away, and then we'll go out and have fun so I'd forget all about it. I always thought I'll have that forever. Me, my mum and daddy… I promised them we'd be together forever and that I'd never leave them no matter what… But I grew up, and I did leave them," she closed her eyes painfully while holding him tightly.

"Mione…" Draco tried to stop her but she just kissed him and smiled.

"It wasn't safe anymore to stay," Hermione continued. "I wanted to save the magical world that I love but by doing it, I needed to abandon their world, break my promise and leave them. So what I did was to erase that promise… erase the memory of it. I obliviated them; hoping to save them and take them away so they'd be safe. But my calculated plan was ruined by the early arrival of the death eaters in our house, just right after I've taken their memories. Until now, I could still see and hear the crashing of the furniture and glasses and the blood spilled on the floor when I tried to push them out and we ended stumbling into the shattered glass. But one thing that I will never forget was the look of confusion and fright in their eyes when they looked at me," she shivered and closed her eyes, making her tears fall rapidly into her cheeks.

"Ssh… Mione… Stop…" Draco uttered worriedly and embraced her tightly but she just shook her head.

"They were scared of me, Draco. I tried to pull them to me and tell them that we needed to go but they were too terrified of me… I remember so well how they looked at me before they were hit by the death curse. They died in front of me without knowing who I am, with no memories on how we used to laugh, on how I used to tell them I love them… on how they loved me back. And it was my entire fault. I didn't just break my promise. I never made it at the first place. It was erased. I erased them. It's funny how much I really meant it that time, you know, on how I would never leave them."

"Why are you telling this to me?" Draco whispered as he wiped her tears away, wanting nothing but to stop the hurt that she was feeling.

"Because I want you to know that you're not alone. You have your mother with you now. She remembers you and she loves you and she cares for you. You've gone stronger to handle the things that were thrown at you because you had them ever since you were young. But I had a different story. I grew up knowing that I'd be smiling forever, and in a single instant, everything went crashing down. I wasn't molded and I wasn't as strong as you were when it happened, but I tried to let go… And I think it's time for you to let go of some of your fears too, Draco.

"It took years for me to go back into my old house. It was very hard, knowing that another family was living in there now. I stood up for nearly an hour, just watching outside as the little girl played with the swing that my father made for me. It was hers now and I couldn't help but get jealous. My father told me it was specially made for me. I was his only angel, but then I suddenly remembered the look in his eyes before he died and how he was scared of me. I couldn't take a step nearer, so then I just left. A couple of years later, I came back and again, I couldn't come in; until the little girl went out of the house and smiled at me. I was surprised but I smiled back. And then, I remembered another promise I made and realized it still wasn't too late," she smiled gently at Draco as she held his cheeks. "Live your life with a smile and in return, life would smile back at you, then everything would go well no matter what," she smiled, quoting the very words that her mother had told her.

"It's time to see life through rose-coloured glasses, this time, Draco. Will you sing for me?"

A/N: This Chapter is dedicated to dreadfuldelights! I hope you like the piano scene I made for you, Carmen. And thank you so much for suggesting it and the song "La Vie En Rose". I have fallen in love with it. So much actually, that I ended up revolving the whole scene on it. I listened to it while writing and I ended up crying. It's just utterly beautiful that I felt my fingers type the words endlessly while crying and yes, I looked ridiculous, with red cheeks and nose to boot. Haha! But anyway, thank you so much for supporting me and for always reviewing. :)

Also, I'd like to share that Tom Felton had described Draco Malfoy as: "A boy amongst men in a world that he does not want to be in. Every minute he stays there, he knows he's not cut from the same cloth as those people."

I think this is very true. Draco Malfoy is such an incredible, complex character. He could act cold and conceited, but deep inside, he's just really screaming for help. This is just one of the beauties of Dramione. If they were given a chance in the canon together, Hermione could have had changed him entirely and even saved him from the dark mark. I believe in this and I will always do. DRAMIONE forever! :)

Thank you so much for those who have reviewed. I was overwhelmed by some of them and I can't really say anything but THANK YOU. I know I say this every time, but it's true, you really do fuel my will to write.

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