Don't Let Me Be Lonely Tonight
3. City Lights From Way Up High feat. "Up On The Roof"
Waking up warm, but nestled in a blanket of snow, Hermione realized Draco was right next to her. She sighed and turned to watch him sleep, the storm having subsided, and mere sprinkles of flurries melting as they met the warm air he expelled.
She traced his eyebrows with the tip of her fingers and he stirred a small bit, using the arm he had draped over her to draw her closer. She smelled sweet, and the pine from the trees they were near shed its own scent into the wintery air. Her fingers glided over his eyelids and nose, over his lips, down his chest and stopped. She moved in to kiss him awake.
His tongue met hers, and he opened his eyes slowly. She was more beautiful than he'd remembered. For two months Hermione had been living with her parents in their muggle world while Draco took an internship with, ironically, the Ministry of Magic. Screw his father, like he really cared about him anymore. Voldemort was long dead and gone, and now Draco would see to it that his headaches were over missing his lover and not nearly losing his head over magical mischeif.
He tasted so sweet, and she felt that sometimes she should just apparate and nail him spontaneously and out of nowhere. The thought tantalized her mind more than once, and it was hard finding time for a 'release' with her parents keeping such a close watch over her. But this weekend, which held only promise of buttered popcorn and a movie, now held the promise of loving holds in the night and romantic walks in the day.
"I wanted to show you something. I've been dying to show you this since I discovered it. Come with me- please?" Draco had been longing to show her a beautiful part of the Ministry building that he'd found one night when all he had wanted to do was run into her arms, and away from the work. Defending the muggle world was often times more difficult than he'd imagined, and he couldn't wait to go back to Hogwarts.
"Before we go, can you explain something to me? How did you make it snow? Its so beautiful and spectacular- but this is our summer vacation, and if my parents return to a blizzard... they'll be more than a bit suspicious," Hermione was amused, and not in the least upset. Winter was by far the most romantic season, and it was still months away. September was on the horizon, but snow? Not for a while.
"Take my hand and close your eyes..."
"Wait! Um, we're kind of- a bit exposed, don't you think?"
"Oh, yea, that could be a problem. No one can see us- would you like to go in to change? Or do you trust my judgement?" Draco knew what he liked to see his Hermione in, and he was the one with the wand at the moment.
She lifted her arms and gave him permission to swirl her with sparks. In an instant her snow soaked jeans were once again embracing her every curve, and her short sleeve top had become a clingier tank that stopped just under her navel. She approved, and with another flick of his wand, the snow had melted into the former green it had been. Sad to see it end, she held on to him and closed her eyes.
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With a subtle 'thud' they landed in the main hall of the Ministry of Magic. The room was circular, with celestial images suspended by levitation spells. Blues and whites and yellows flowed together, giving a heavenly feel to the atmophere, instant peace in the walls.
"C'mon!" Draco was eager to show her the sights of a near-empty Ministry building, especially when he discovered it lay just on the edge of the magical and muggle worlds, leaving a young witch or wizard in absolute awe of the lives going on just a stone's throw from their isolated existance.
Leading her up the stairs, they ran to the very top level. The hallway was narrow, and had a 'home' feel to it. Glass French doors opened to a roof-top terrace, and the view was breathtaking.
"Look beyond the clouds- what do you see?"
"Are those- cars? And- and streetlights! Oh, Draco, how did you find this?"
"When this old world starts getting me down, and people are just to much for me to take, I climb way up to the top of the stairs and all my cares just drift right into space," he explained. His voice was enchanting to her...a brilliant baritone with clarity only perfected by angels.
"On the roof its as peaceful as can be," she surmised. You couldn't hear them, but the rush of the city was easily observed by anyone that came this far up.
"And the world below won't bother you," Draco looked at her and smiled, knowing how much she liked quiet and serenity.
"So when I come home feeling tired and beat, I'll go up where the air is fresh and sweet..."
"Any time you need a break from studying or Hogwarts or anything, we can meet here. Its better than the Astronomy Tower, and its always fun to muggle-watch!"
At this last comment she laughed. Muggle-watch. It was so like Draco to say that, forgetting that the witch before him was just a muggle.
"I'll get far away from the hustling crowd, and all that rat-race noise out in the street," Hermione whispered as she leaned back against him in the breeze. What a lovely escape.
"On the roof, that's the only place I know...Look at the city, baby! Where you just have to wish to make it so..." he turned her to face him and kissed her softly. She responded, and they deepened their kiss. The view was romantic and peaceful, and everything she'd envisioned heaven to be.
"Yes, at night the stars, they put on a show for free...and darlin' you can share it all with me,"
"Of course I would!" she couldn't help but reassure him of that. That he was sharing this all with her made her feel so loved, so much a part of him.
"Keep on telling you that right smack dab in the middle of town, I found a paradise that's trouble proof. And if this old world starts getting you down, there's room enough for two- up on a roof," he spoke against her ear, then nibbled her earlobe.
"We've got the stars above, and the city lights below...this is amazing Draco, thank you."
"Any thing for you, love. Anything."
"Can you promise me something? When we go back to Hogwart's next week, can you promise that you won't tell anyone about this spot? I love that its so private," despite their on-going love affair, no one at school exactly knew about them. Sure there were speculations, but no out-right accusations, and they liked it better that way. Their private lives were private, and more special because of it.
"I wouldn't ruin this if I could. Can you make a promise in return? I don't want to keep hiding what I feel for you. I want to snog in broomclosets, I want to get detention because Filch caught us, I want to spill a potion because Snape yelled at me for staring at you, I want to take you and kiss you infront of every Gryffindor at breakfast- just because you're mine and at that moment my love for you over-powers my sense of reason....can you grant me that request?" Draco found that through the years, it was harder to hide his feelings for her in the halls. Thank Merlin for robes.
Hermione sighed, but it meant so much to him, and to be honest, she wanted those things too.
"Yes, Draco, starting on Hogwart's Express, I'm not hiding my heart from the world anymore. I love you."
"I love you, too. We should probably get you back. C'mon, let's go downstairs."
Taking one last look at the world she was about to re-enter, Hermione followed her lover's lead and prepared to kiss away the summer break.
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Disclaimer: James Taylor lyrics: "Up on the Roof" did i ever mention i don't own Harry Potter? Ok, well, now i'm mentioning it.
3. City Lights From Way Up High feat. "Up On The Roof"
Waking up warm, but nestled in a blanket of snow, Hermione realized Draco was right next to her. She sighed and turned to watch him sleep, the storm having subsided, and mere sprinkles of flurries melting as they met the warm air he expelled.
She traced his eyebrows with the tip of her fingers and he stirred a small bit, using the arm he had draped over her to draw her closer. She smelled sweet, and the pine from the trees they were near shed its own scent into the wintery air. Her fingers glided over his eyelids and nose, over his lips, down his chest and stopped. She moved in to kiss him awake.
His tongue met hers, and he opened his eyes slowly. She was more beautiful than he'd remembered. For two months Hermione had been living with her parents in their muggle world while Draco took an internship with, ironically, the Ministry of Magic. Screw his father, like he really cared about him anymore. Voldemort was long dead and gone, and now Draco would see to it that his headaches were over missing his lover and not nearly losing his head over magical mischeif.
He tasted so sweet, and she felt that sometimes she should just apparate and nail him spontaneously and out of nowhere. The thought tantalized her mind more than once, and it was hard finding time for a 'release' with her parents keeping such a close watch over her. But this weekend, which held only promise of buttered popcorn and a movie, now held the promise of loving holds in the night and romantic walks in the day.
"I wanted to show you something. I've been dying to show you this since I discovered it. Come with me- please?" Draco had been longing to show her a beautiful part of the Ministry building that he'd found one night when all he had wanted to do was run into her arms, and away from the work. Defending the muggle world was often times more difficult than he'd imagined, and he couldn't wait to go back to Hogwarts.
"Before we go, can you explain something to me? How did you make it snow? Its so beautiful and spectacular- but this is our summer vacation, and if my parents return to a blizzard... they'll be more than a bit suspicious," Hermione was amused, and not in the least upset. Winter was by far the most romantic season, and it was still months away. September was on the horizon, but snow? Not for a while.
"Take my hand and close your eyes..."
"Wait! Um, we're kind of- a bit exposed, don't you think?"
"Oh, yea, that could be a problem. No one can see us- would you like to go in to change? Or do you trust my judgement?" Draco knew what he liked to see his Hermione in, and he was the one with the wand at the moment.
She lifted her arms and gave him permission to swirl her with sparks. In an instant her snow soaked jeans were once again embracing her every curve, and her short sleeve top had become a clingier tank that stopped just under her navel. She approved, and with another flick of his wand, the snow had melted into the former green it had been. Sad to see it end, she held on to him and closed her eyes.
**********************************************************************************
With a subtle 'thud' they landed in the main hall of the Ministry of Magic. The room was circular, with celestial images suspended by levitation spells. Blues and whites and yellows flowed together, giving a heavenly feel to the atmophere, instant peace in the walls.
"C'mon!" Draco was eager to show her the sights of a near-empty Ministry building, especially when he discovered it lay just on the edge of the magical and muggle worlds, leaving a young witch or wizard in absolute awe of the lives going on just a stone's throw from their isolated existance.
Leading her up the stairs, they ran to the very top level. The hallway was narrow, and had a 'home' feel to it. Glass French doors opened to a roof-top terrace, and the view was breathtaking.
"Look beyond the clouds- what do you see?"
"Are those- cars? And- and streetlights! Oh, Draco, how did you find this?"
"When this old world starts getting me down, and people are just to much for me to take, I climb way up to the top of the stairs and all my cares just drift right into space," he explained. His voice was enchanting to her...a brilliant baritone with clarity only perfected by angels.
"On the roof its as peaceful as can be," she surmised. You couldn't hear them, but the rush of the city was easily observed by anyone that came this far up.
"And the world below won't bother you," Draco looked at her and smiled, knowing how much she liked quiet and serenity.
"So when I come home feeling tired and beat, I'll go up where the air is fresh and sweet..."
"Any time you need a break from studying or Hogwarts or anything, we can meet here. Its better than the Astronomy Tower, and its always fun to muggle-watch!"
At this last comment she laughed. Muggle-watch. It was so like Draco to say that, forgetting that the witch before him was just a muggle.
"I'll get far away from the hustling crowd, and all that rat-race noise out in the street," Hermione whispered as she leaned back against him in the breeze. What a lovely escape.
"On the roof, that's the only place I know...Look at the city, baby! Where you just have to wish to make it so..." he turned her to face him and kissed her softly. She responded, and they deepened their kiss. The view was romantic and peaceful, and everything she'd envisioned heaven to be.
"Yes, at night the stars, they put on a show for free...and darlin' you can share it all with me,"
"Of course I would!" she couldn't help but reassure him of that. That he was sharing this all with her made her feel so loved, so much a part of him.
"Keep on telling you that right smack dab in the middle of town, I found a paradise that's trouble proof. And if this old world starts getting you down, there's room enough for two- up on a roof," he spoke against her ear, then nibbled her earlobe.
"We've got the stars above, and the city lights below...this is amazing Draco, thank you."
"Any thing for you, love. Anything."
"Can you promise me something? When we go back to Hogwart's next week, can you promise that you won't tell anyone about this spot? I love that its so private," despite their on-going love affair, no one at school exactly knew about them. Sure there were speculations, but no out-right accusations, and they liked it better that way. Their private lives were private, and more special because of it.
"I wouldn't ruin this if I could. Can you make a promise in return? I don't want to keep hiding what I feel for you. I want to snog in broomclosets, I want to get detention because Filch caught us, I want to spill a potion because Snape yelled at me for staring at you, I want to take you and kiss you infront of every Gryffindor at breakfast- just because you're mine and at that moment my love for you over-powers my sense of reason....can you grant me that request?" Draco found that through the years, it was harder to hide his feelings for her in the halls. Thank Merlin for robes.
Hermione sighed, but it meant so much to him, and to be honest, she wanted those things too.
"Yes, Draco, starting on Hogwart's Express, I'm not hiding my heart from the world anymore. I love you."
"I love you, too. We should probably get you back. C'mon, let's go downstairs."
Taking one last look at the world she was about to re-enter, Hermione followed her lover's lead and prepared to kiss away the summer break.
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Disclaimer: James Taylor lyrics: "Up on the Roof" did i ever mention i don't own Harry Potter? Ok, well, now i'm mentioning it.