Chapter 4! I might break a record with a story.haha. Anyway, yeah im gonna
update now. Thank you everyone who reviewed, you made my day ( and I love
you very much!
I don't own HP
And one more thing. To get the full effect of this story, a little more on, I seriously recommend downloading "Beautiful Goodbye" by Amanda Marshall. It could possibly make you cry to read the part. Maybe not, maybe im just over sensitive ;) but try it out! It's a pretty song anyway!
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Draco's hands pushed against Hermione's shoulders, forcing her onto his bed. This is all he wanted right now. This would be his first Grffyndor virgin. He was excited.
Hermione didn't know what to think. His hard body pressed against her, and honestly it excited her. Every nerve in her body seemed to light up. Every part of her tingled with amazement. His hand started to go up her shirt.
"mmm.Draco we shouldn't be doing this" she whispered as he kissed down her neck.
"Yes we should."
"But.what about Harry?"
"Im preparing you"
Even though it was a weird justification, Hermione took it and forgot the whole predicament. For now all that mattered was Draco.
Hermione felt his cold hands on her breast. Her shirt was being removed..
Skin against skin. Chest against chest. Legs tangled in each other. Draco on top of her. Heavy breathing. Hormones racing. Pulsating heartbeats. Hermione's heart felt it was about to break out of her chest. What was happening to her? Why was this going on? He was supposed to teach her to kiss. What about Harry? "oh forget Harry" her mind told her. Live for the moment. That was her advice to herself. Live for today.live for now.live for tonight.live.for Draco.
His caress was too much. At once Hermione was taken into complete ecstasy. Followed by a beautiful release.
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Hermione's eyes fluttered open to the Slytherine prefect room. She was confused for a moment, then the breathing next to her made her recall.
She turned around under the arm that was around her. What she saw next could have floored her, if she was standing.
Beautiful. That was the only was to describe him. He was beautiful. The meaning of beauty.
Blonde hair was in a messy curtain around his face. This lips where slightly parted. His eyes gently closed. His bare chest was slowly rising up and down in a harmonious movement.
His eyes slowly opened and the fathomless oceans were staring into her mundane eyes. If eyes were windows to the soul, Draco must have been as beautiful inside as he was out. Why had she never seen this before? Why had she never noticed what beauty one person solely alone could posses? Even if he wasn't female, which the word beauty was so often used to describe only females, he took her breath away. Literally. She found herself not breathing at the thought of if she moved to fast he may run away. Like a deer caught in headlights.
"Good morning angel." he whispered, running a hand through her hair.
Hermione smiled. For once she felt she was where she belonged. Draco's arms wrapped around her, encumbering her from thinking of anything else. Especially Harry. Everything was perfect. She was in the arms of someone she loved, and for a moment, she felt nothing in the world could harm her.
Wait a second; did she just admit she loved him? That couldn't be right. She loved Harry. She always had. That was it. End of story. Period.
But then why was everything so perfect when he was here?
Snap back into reality a moment. Draco had done this to so many girls before her, he had said those things to her that she could swear he had said to other people. Why was she relying on these words and believing all of this? He would just dump her off somewhere and never think of her again.
But did she honestly believe that? No. "Hermione think, it's the only logical explanation for this, he can't love you. You're a filthy mudblood. He's said so himself." Her inner selves started to feud, "but love isn't logical. I've known that before." "But you will admit that it is logical to love Harry." "Of course it is! We've been friends since year one! Since we were eleven! It takes time to love someone!" "Then why do you admit you love Draco?" "I don't know..do I really love him? Or do I just feel like I have to justify myself for what ive done?"
"Hermione.." The soothing voice struck her out of her argument, as Draco gazed into her eyes.
"Yes.?"
"I love you"
Hermione gasped, but stayed silent.
"And I know what your thinking. 'you probably say that to every girl you sleep with', but that's not true Hermione. Ive never said it to anyone before, and ive never meant it."
"But Draco I..Im with Harry.."
"I know.and you've wanted him for so long.so that's why we can't continue any of this. I don't want to risk your happiness over what your mind is probably screaming, 'physical relationship only!' so I have to be the strong one and end this. Before temptation exceeds logic and makes you stop thinking clearly. You'll be happy with Harry, and you've had enough experience to keep him happy. Just..don't forget one thing, and that is, that I love you Hermione granger. Muggle born or not. Im willing to forget my family's pure blood for you. I would give it all up in a heartbeat. Now. if you'll excuse me." Draco ended his speech and walked into his bathroom, closing the door. Hermione sat there, recalling everything he had just told her.
She couldn't stay with Harry. She just couldn't. Her heart ached. She didn't know what to do. Did she love Draco?
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Halloween was coming up. The Halloween ball was to be coming soon. Everyone was preparing, and Hermione and Harry were planning on going together.
It had been three months since Hermione left Draco that morning. As she walked out confused, Draco sat in his bathroom, back against the door crying. He was sobbing. He had just given up everything he had ever dreamed of.
Since that morning, Hermione had decided to shove Draco out of her mind. She had decided she needed to stay with Harry. Six full years and part of the seventh couldn't be proven wrong. She had always loved Harry. That's all that mattered. Draco WAS purely physical, and no love was ever there. They had had sex, yes, but the mainly had skipped all the morning after stuff. He had given his speech, and she had left. After all, sex was for anyone, the morning after was for lovers.
And they weren't lovers.
She and Harry where lovers.
Hermione had told no one of the night she had lost her virginity. Harry may know one day, if they should ever get married and go that far, but for now he didn't need to know. He didn't. At all.
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the couple's routine was the same daily. Passing notes in potions, holding hands in the hall, sitting in the Grffyndor common room into the late hours of the night cuddling by the fire. Everything was storybook perfect. But every storybook has a problem. Every fairy tale a bad guy.
Now don't get me wrong, im not saying Draco is a bad guy. Not in the least bit. I mean, yeah, he's SUPPOSE to be the bad kid in the books. But lets face it; this is my story, not the books.
Every potions class, from the corner of his eye he would see the woman of his dreams pass notes with him. The famous Harry potter. Joy joy, look at him. He could go skipping down into the forbidden forest and never come back again for all he cared. Then maybe he would have her back in his arms.
He kicked himself for ever telling her they should call it off. He could have given her the world, SHOWN her that he was a better man then that Potter. But would she have seen it?
Of course she would have. Maybe she did feel the same and she was just hiding it. Maybe they both shared that world that right now had a wall between them. But in the world only they existed. They were meant for each other. They just had to be. Draco would risk his life on it. Considering that if they weren't meant to be together, he would have no point in living anyway.
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Fed up with my destiny In this place of no return I think I'll take another day Slowly watch it burn Doesn't really matter how the time goes by Cuz I still remember you and I And that beautiful goodbye..
Draco walked down the one of the corridors. He didn't know where he was heading. All he knew was that he had to walk. To think about some things. He had lost her. He had lost everything. His world. He had lost it all.
We staggered through these empty streets
Laughing arm in arm The night had made a mess of me Your confession kept me warm And I don't really miss you, I just need to know Do you ever think of you and I? And that beautiful goodbye.
Hermione stepped out from behind the portrait of the fat lady. She and Harry had fallen asleep on one of the many overstuffed couches, and she had woken up. She had to get back to her own dormitory. She kissed him on the forehead and swiftly left.
The corridor floor was cold on her feet. "Damn." She thought. She had left her shoes there. She could just get them back tomorrow. All she needed now was to go to sleep. but she turned the corner and saw someone else. It was Draco. He looked up. They're eyes met, for the first time since that morning. Draco's heart skipped a beat.
When I see you now
I wonder how I could have watched you walk away If I let you down, Please forgive me now. For that beautiful goodbye
"Oh," she said, "What are you doing around here Draco?"
"Just.thought I'd take a midnight stroll."
"Oh."
"What about you though? Shouldn't you be in bed? Potions test in the morning."
"Oh, well, yes. I had forgotten about that. Just spent too long playing games with Harry and Ron." Draco winced. She had said the name. "Well," she said awkwardly, "I guess I'll be getting to bed now. See you tomorrow"
"Tomorrow."
Hermione wondered off towards they're portrait of the previous headmaster, Professor Dewitt.
In these days of no regrets
I keep mine to myself And all the things we never said I can save for someone else And nothing lasts forever But we always try And I just can't help but wonder why We let it pass us by
Draco stomped towards the landing, feeling the staircase budge a little as if it were about to move. There he sat down, now stuck on a landing that didn't even lead to a door. Both the staircases it went with had moved. He could be stuck here for a long time. he took a seat and laid his hands in his arms on top of his knees.
When I see you now
I wonder how I could have watched you walk away If I let you down Please forgive me now For that beautiful goodbye
Tears began to fall from his eyes. Here he was, on a bare landing leading to nowhere, crying. Prefect. Head boy. Strong Draco. Seeker. Great quidditch player. Handsome Draco. Crying. Sobbing like a girl. Over a girl. This is why he never allowed himself to fall in love. This would happen. He would fall in love with the one girl he couldn't have. And it was his fault he couldn't have her. He had to tell her that morning that it should be called off. He had never cried before her. If he was seen, he could die of embarrassment.
Baby what can I do?
All to get through to you. And sometimes I cry. It's a fool's lullaby. Sometimes I cry. It's a fool's lullaby. Oh I.
"Hermione" he choked out through sobs, "Why can't you understand I love you?" Draco clenched his fists and beat them on the marble, throwing his head back against the wall. "WHY?! WHY DID I LET YOU STAY WITH THAT POTTER BOY?!" Draco cried in anguish. He sobbed harder and beat his fists against his legs. "Why are you so stupid Draco?" he harassed himself with.
But then he heard something. He scrambled quickly to his feet and looked over the edge of the tiny square he was standing atop of. It was Harry he saw looking back up at him.
"Malfoy" he said, his voice staccato, wand raised. Hermione's slippers were in a heap next to him. Apparently he had come to bring them to her, but heard Draco's sobs on the way to the prefect portrait. "Stay. Away. From. Hermione."
"Leave me alone Potter"
Harry's eyes narrowed. "Ive been waiting for this chance for too long. The two of us together. Draco trapped on a block with no staircase to come and rescue him." Harry started to pace on the rectangular landing he was on, wand and eyes still pointing at Draco. "And so you're in love with Hermione. MY. Hermione." Harry stopped abruptly. And glared at Draco with pure hatred in his eyes. "And everyone would think it was an accident. I, being the wonderful boyfriend I am, was taking my girlfriend the slippers she left in the Grffyndor common room, when I stumbled across you. Stressed out, walking the halls at midnight." He smiled, "And the stairways moved while you were on a landing. But dear Draco Malfoy, abstracted from where he was walking, falls off the landing. I see his blood splattered everywhere. Everywhere on the bottom of this tall, tall corridor. Poor Draco." Harry's smile grew and he lifted his wand a little more.
Then he said it.
"Wingardium Leviosa"
Draco was floating in midair. Damn that levitation charm. Damn it to hell. As well at professor Flitwick, who taught it. His feet now dangled over the hole. He would die if dropped from this high. Harry laughed.
"Don't mess with MY Hermione Draco. But then again, you'll never have the chance to again anyway."
Draco swallowed hard. He had left his wand in his bedroom.
Then came the breaking point.
Harry was laughing.
He was falling.
Falling into the terrible death abyss which awaited him at the bottom.
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HAHA..if anyone was actually reading this along with me, Id laugh. Because this is a terrible cliffhanger. I would like, yell madly at an author who did this to me. Like Kang does. But I love her anyway : )
R&R! or should I stop writing the story here? If I don't get any reviews I might just give it up.
~SB
I don't own HP
And one more thing. To get the full effect of this story, a little more on, I seriously recommend downloading "Beautiful Goodbye" by Amanda Marshall. It could possibly make you cry to read the part. Maybe not, maybe im just over sensitive ;) but try it out! It's a pretty song anyway!
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Draco's hands pushed against Hermione's shoulders, forcing her onto his bed. This is all he wanted right now. This would be his first Grffyndor virgin. He was excited.
Hermione didn't know what to think. His hard body pressed against her, and honestly it excited her. Every nerve in her body seemed to light up. Every part of her tingled with amazement. His hand started to go up her shirt.
"mmm.Draco we shouldn't be doing this" she whispered as he kissed down her neck.
"Yes we should."
"But.what about Harry?"
"Im preparing you"
Even though it was a weird justification, Hermione took it and forgot the whole predicament. For now all that mattered was Draco.
Hermione felt his cold hands on her breast. Her shirt was being removed..
Skin against skin. Chest against chest. Legs tangled in each other. Draco on top of her. Heavy breathing. Hormones racing. Pulsating heartbeats. Hermione's heart felt it was about to break out of her chest. What was happening to her? Why was this going on? He was supposed to teach her to kiss. What about Harry? "oh forget Harry" her mind told her. Live for the moment. That was her advice to herself. Live for today.live for now.live for tonight.live.for Draco.
His caress was too much. At once Hermione was taken into complete ecstasy. Followed by a beautiful release.
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Hermione's eyes fluttered open to the Slytherine prefect room. She was confused for a moment, then the breathing next to her made her recall.
She turned around under the arm that was around her. What she saw next could have floored her, if she was standing.
Beautiful. That was the only was to describe him. He was beautiful. The meaning of beauty.
Blonde hair was in a messy curtain around his face. This lips where slightly parted. His eyes gently closed. His bare chest was slowly rising up and down in a harmonious movement.
His eyes slowly opened and the fathomless oceans were staring into her mundane eyes. If eyes were windows to the soul, Draco must have been as beautiful inside as he was out. Why had she never seen this before? Why had she never noticed what beauty one person solely alone could posses? Even if he wasn't female, which the word beauty was so often used to describe only females, he took her breath away. Literally. She found herself not breathing at the thought of if she moved to fast he may run away. Like a deer caught in headlights.
"Good morning angel." he whispered, running a hand through her hair.
Hermione smiled. For once she felt she was where she belonged. Draco's arms wrapped around her, encumbering her from thinking of anything else. Especially Harry. Everything was perfect. She was in the arms of someone she loved, and for a moment, she felt nothing in the world could harm her.
Wait a second; did she just admit she loved him? That couldn't be right. She loved Harry. She always had. That was it. End of story. Period.
But then why was everything so perfect when he was here?
Snap back into reality a moment. Draco had done this to so many girls before her, he had said those things to her that she could swear he had said to other people. Why was she relying on these words and believing all of this? He would just dump her off somewhere and never think of her again.
But did she honestly believe that? No. "Hermione think, it's the only logical explanation for this, he can't love you. You're a filthy mudblood. He's said so himself." Her inner selves started to feud, "but love isn't logical. I've known that before." "But you will admit that it is logical to love Harry." "Of course it is! We've been friends since year one! Since we were eleven! It takes time to love someone!" "Then why do you admit you love Draco?" "I don't know..do I really love him? Or do I just feel like I have to justify myself for what ive done?"
"Hermione.." The soothing voice struck her out of her argument, as Draco gazed into her eyes.
"Yes.?"
"I love you"
Hermione gasped, but stayed silent.
"And I know what your thinking. 'you probably say that to every girl you sleep with', but that's not true Hermione. Ive never said it to anyone before, and ive never meant it."
"But Draco I..Im with Harry.."
"I know.and you've wanted him for so long.so that's why we can't continue any of this. I don't want to risk your happiness over what your mind is probably screaming, 'physical relationship only!' so I have to be the strong one and end this. Before temptation exceeds logic and makes you stop thinking clearly. You'll be happy with Harry, and you've had enough experience to keep him happy. Just..don't forget one thing, and that is, that I love you Hermione granger. Muggle born or not. Im willing to forget my family's pure blood for you. I would give it all up in a heartbeat. Now. if you'll excuse me." Draco ended his speech and walked into his bathroom, closing the door. Hermione sat there, recalling everything he had just told her.
She couldn't stay with Harry. She just couldn't. Her heart ached. She didn't know what to do. Did she love Draco?
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Halloween was coming up. The Halloween ball was to be coming soon. Everyone was preparing, and Hermione and Harry were planning on going together.
It had been three months since Hermione left Draco that morning. As she walked out confused, Draco sat in his bathroom, back against the door crying. He was sobbing. He had just given up everything he had ever dreamed of.
Since that morning, Hermione had decided to shove Draco out of her mind. She had decided she needed to stay with Harry. Six full years and part of the seventh couldn't be proven wrong. She had always loved Harry. That's all that mattered. Draco WAS purely physical, and no love was ever there. They had had sex, yes, but the mainly had skipped all the morning after stuff. He had given his speech, and she had left. After all, sex was for anyone, the morning after was for lovers.
And they weren't lovers.
She and Harry where lovers.
Hermione had told no one of the night she had lost her virginity. Harry may know one day, if they should ever get married and go that far, but for now he didn't need to know. He didn't. At all.
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the couple's routine was the same daily. Passing notes in potions, holding hands in the hall, sitting in the Grffyndor common room into the late hours of the night cuddling by the fire. Everything was storybook perfect. But every storybook has a problem. Every fairy tale a bad guy.
Now don't get me wrong, im not saying Draco is a bad guy. Not in the least bit. I mean, yeah, he's SUPPOSE to be the bad kid in the books. But lets face it; this is my story, not the books.
Every potions class, from the corner of his eye he would see the woman of his dreams pass notes with him. The famous Harry potter. Joy joy, look at him. He could go skipping down into the forbidden forest and never come back again for all he cared. Then maybe he would have her back in his arms.
He kicked himself for ever telling her they should call it off. He could have given her the world, SHOWN her that he was a better man then that Potter. But would she have seen it?
Of course she would have. Maybe she did feel the same and she was just hiding it. Maybe they both shared that world that right now had a wall between them. But in the world only they existed. They were meant for each other. They just had to be. Draco would risk his life on it. Considering that if they weren't meant to be together, he would have no point in living anyway.
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Fed up with my destiny In this place of no return I think I'll take another day Slowly watch it burn Doesn't really matter how the time goes by Cuz I still remember you and I And that beautiful goodbye..
Draco walked down the one of the corridors. He didn't know where he was heading. All he knew was that he had to walk. To think about some things. He had lost her. He had lost everything. His world. He had lost it all.
We staggered through these empty streets
Laughing arm in arm The night had made a mess of me Your confession kept me warm And I don't really miss you, I just need to know Do you ever think of you and I? And that beautiful goodbye.
Hermione stepped out from behind the portrait of the fat lady. She and Harry had fallen asleep on one of the many overstuffed couches, and she had woken up. She had to get back to her own dormitory. She kissed him on the forehead and swiftly left.
The corridor floor was cold on her feet. "Damn." She thought. She had left her shoes there. She could just get them back tomorrow. All she needed now was to go to sleep. but she turned the corner and saw someone else. It was Draco. He looked up. They're eyes met, for the first time since that morning. Draco's heart skipped a beat.
When I see you now
I wonder how I could have watched you walk away If I let you down, Please forgive me now. For that beautiful goodbye
"Oh," she said, "What are you doing around here Draco?"
"Just.thought I'd take a midnight stroll."
"Oh."
"What about you though? Shouldn't you be in bed? Potions test in the morning."
"Oh, well, yes. I had forgotten about that. Just spent too long playing games with Harry and Ron." Draco winced. She had said the name. "Well," she said awkwardly, "I guess I'll be getting to bed now. See you tomorrow"
"Tomorrow."
Hermione wondered off towards they're portrait of the previous headmaster, Professor Dewitt.
In these days of no regrets
I keep mine to myself And all the things we never said I can save for someone else And nothing lasts forever But we always try And I just can't help but wonder why We let it pass us by
Draco stomped towards the landing, feeling the staircase budge a little as if it were about to move. There he sat down, now stuck on a landing that didn't even lead to a door. Both the staircases it went with had moved. He could be stuck here for a long time. he took a seat and laid his hands in his arms on top of his knees.
When I see you now
I wonder how I could have watched you walk away If I let you down Please forgive me now For that beautiful goodbye
Tears began to fall from his eyes. Here he was, on a bare landing leading to nowhere, crying. Prefect. Head boy. Strong Draco. Seeker. Great quidditch player. Handsome Draco. Crying. Sobbing like a girl. Over a girl. This is why he never allowed himself to fall in love. This would happen. He would fall in love with the one girl he couldn't have. And it was his fault he couldn't have her. He had to tell her that morning that it should be called off. He had never cried before her. If he was seen, he could die of embarrassment.
Baby what can I do?
All to get through to you. And sometimes I cry. It's a fool's lullaby. Sometimes I cry. It's a fool's lullaby. Oh I.
"Hermione" he choked out through sobs, "Why can't you understand I love you?" Draco clenched his fists and beat them on the marble, throwing his head back against the wall. "WHY?! WHY DID I LET YOU STAY WITH THAT POTTER BOY?!" Draco cried in anguish. He sobbed harder and beat his fists against his legs. "Why are you so stupid Draco?" he harassed himself with.
But then he heard something. He scrambled quickly to his feet and looked over the edge of the tiny square he was standing atop of. It was Harry he saw looking back up at him.
"Malfoy" he said, his voice staccato, wand raised. Hermione's slippers were in a heap next to him. Apparently he had come to bring them to her, but heard Draco's sobs on the way to the prefect portrait. "Stay. Away. From. Hermione."
"Leave me alone Potter"
Harry's eyes narrowed. "Ive been waiting for this chance for too long. The two of us together. Draco trapped on a block with no staircase to come and rescue him." Harry started to pace on the rectangular landing he was on, wand and eyes still pointing at Draco. "And so you're in love with Hermione. MY. Hermione." Harry stopped abruptly. And glared at Draco with pure hatred in his eyes. "And everyone would think it was an accident. I, being the wonderful boyfriend I am, was taking my girlfriend the slippers she left in the Grffyndor common room, when I stumbled across you. Stressed out, walking the halls at midnight." He smiled, "And the stairways moved while you were on a landing. But dear Draco Malfoy, abstracted from where he was walking, falls off the landing. I see his blood splattered everywhere. Everywhere on the bottom of this tall, tall corridor. Poor Draco." Harry's smile grew and he lifted his wand a little more.
Then he said it.
"Wingardium Leviosa"
Draco was floating in midair. Damn that levitation charm. Damn it to hell. As well at professor Flitwick, who taught it. His feet now dangled over the hole. He would die if dropped from this high. Harry laughed.
"Don't mess with MY Hermione Draco. But then again, you'll never have the chance to again anyway."
Draco swallowed hard. He had left his wand in his bedroom.
Then came the breaking point.
Harry was laughing.
He was falling.
Falling into the terrible death abyss which awaited him at the bottom.
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HAHA..if anyone was actually reading this along with me, Id laugh. Because this is a terrible cliffhanger. I would like, yell madly at an author who did this to me. Like Kang does. But I love her anyway : )
R&R! or should I stop writing the story here? If I don't get any reviews I might just give it up.
~SB