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Disclamer: These characters (the lovely Hermione and the devilishly good
looking Draco) do not belong to me, but the ingenius J. K. Rowlings and
persistant Warner Brothers Company, only because WB will sue me (for the
love of the moon goddess Selene, the sue "innocent" children) for not
insisting this disclaimer is placed, informing everybody (who already knows
Harry Potter is a trademark of Warner Brothers), that HP certainly does.
Even though the real owner of this book series belongs to the true
sorceress of words J.K Rowlings. But all the other crappy stuff belongs to
me! Enjoy and don't sue.
Chapter Five - To Our Denials
D.M. POV -
Days trickled by like the bittersweet dews on the Irish grass, slowly, painfully.I envied it. It had no soul, which meant it could not cry for the cold face of emptiness. In Malfoy Manor, there was no laughter, ringing out from the echoing halls, only the memories of those echoes.
I couldn't bare it. So I was the same cold demeanor that tainted me for the past years, harsh and uncaring. Not even my sister would talk, only whisper that it truely was her fault. It was the castle of Briar Rose, where its inhabitants lay almost dead for eternity. Once full of life, now dead like the withered petals of the briars. What was more painful? Spending eternity without her? Or spending a second destroying my life?
Fortune's fool! Why should I spend days slaving away, when this was truely her fault. If Granger was so unhappy, living in Malfoy Manor, couldn't she have left without this missing "goodbye," without reasons, without having the time to persuade her to stay. Stay forever in my arms, where the rabbit belongs. However no, she exists only in my memory, somewhere slaving herself, loving the utmost vile of creatures, Potter.
Or was it I who was the vile monster, restraining the rabbit from her whims as if she was a caged bird trapped by the unexpecting fox. Damn her! Damn her from making me care. Now it seemed impossible to wake every morn, without expecting to breath in her radiant glow, to be home from business, knowing that my brunette goddess was waiting for me, like a wife.
A wife. Hermione. The idea gave me a rush of pure adreniline traveling through my veins. Butterflies having a field day in summer, located in the regions of my stomach. A wife. A mistress. A companion. A possession. Nothing could sound more sweeter than knowing that she belongs to me, and only me, that no other man would touch her sugary curves and those virgin trembles. Only I.
Now an impossible dream. Hermione Granger was blind to the world, a mere echo in the distance. Shit. I couldn't find her, and I wish I could. Drag her back, willing or not, make love that I hungered for since the day I've seen her, and keep her for the rest of my life.
Another minute, hour, or day without her drags like forever. While I keep cool and collected in the outside, a whimpering, foolish boy cries mercilessly for something to quench his thirst of knowing compassion. I need something to save me for this inferno, but it was unretainable. I need Hermione.
A shower of rain graced the manor this gray afternoon. Watching angel's tears drowning the world from heaven, I reminisce of rainy days when it seemed as if the sun wouldn't stop shining merely because she outshone the sun with her laughter. God. What was wrong with me? Was I hypnotized by her beauty that I searched the world and found nothing?
Against my fingers, my blond locks lay hueless as I run my hair through them. Looking tired and well beyong my years, all I could do was watch the rain rall uneasily on the foggy windowpane. I ate nothing, I slept little, and communicated with no one. At times I forced myself to eat or drink water at the very least. However I became a mere ghost of the past, haunting the manor, with no words, but an empty expression held with anger.
Damn, why did she leave? That ungrateful, little bitch couldn't realize the lifestyle I offered her. Security, wealth. What was more to give her? I thought we were content, well I thought wrong. She doesn't deserve to set her foot in the door, ever. That scam. I didn't want anything to do with this piece of scum. I could live without her.
She was merely a temptress, out for my money. But now, I didn't care if Hermione Granger was simply out to get my fortune, for God's sake, let her take everything. I just don't want her to leave me. Shit. Why was a I crying? The tears felt foreign to my fingertips, like threaded silk from the delicate spider.
Crap. Crying felt unusually good, its as if I didn't cry for eternity, and maybe I haven't. But all I wanted to do was cry, cry from my unbearable scars unbedded by my retched father, cry for the lonliness I'm feeling, and just cry for the fact that this ache for Hermione was driving me to the brink of insanity.
The world was such an uncaring soul. I could just wither and die, but I would never cry. But I needed those silky tears, cascading against my face, I need to feel the pain leaking out from the fountain of memories in my spirit. Now, more I think of it, the more I want to cry.
For merlin's sake. Was this how people were so supposed to feel when they cared for someone? Though, deep in the icy regions of my deflated, black heart, I knew it was more than care. Crap, I loved this woman more than anything. I love how the scent of her makes me happily dizzy. I love the way her lips feel so belonged in mine. I love the way her laugh seemed more than music.
I loved everything about her. I love Hermione Granger with all my heart. And now, she's gone. A wisp of smoke taken by the hideous wind, just to anger me the most. What was I to do? God, the first time I loved a woman and the world decided to play a ill-mannered joke on my soul. Fuck them.
I wanted to die.
***
D.M. POV-
It was on that fatefully bittersweet day, that aroused more confusion in the Malfoy Household. But it was better than hearing the dreadful screams of silence. Everything was unbearably still, and it rained for the third day, causing a gray blanket over the manor.
Tap. Tap. A quick rapping at the door disturbed the silence drowning the dead sunshine, it was familiar, as if that knock on the door was destined. Destined, indeed. Then some chaos was heard downstairs, hearing the loud shouts of Edward from afar. Why should he be joyful when everyone was a miserable bastard? Remind me to fire the devil.
I could hear someone walk graceful, lucid step towards my room. My hands bared an aged Jack Daniels (sorry, I don't know any other drink that rich people might like, don't blame me for being naive to the rich and famous), which everyone would assume I was dead drunk. Maybe I was. I couldn't tell, my vision was blurred by images beyond my expectations.
There standing seducingly was Hermione Granger, drenched in rain, flustered with her rosy cheeks and uneven breath. A sight of lustful expectations, tainted with innocence that I craved for. I could feel myself getting hard and my breath an uneven rythmn. Was I stressed, relieved, happy?
Eternally content. My vow for tonight was to take her virginity now and make slow, but sure love to her, until I could here her pleading my name, asking for forgiveness for making me feel this painful but wonderful feeling. The alchohol was talking, but I knew my heart meant every word.
"What'd you come back? Potter didn't have enough money, so you came back for some more? Is that it? I'm a bank? Well if you want the money, you have to work for it. I know one way." I knew I was being coldly cruel, but I didn't give a shit any more. Giving her one of the imfamous Malfoy smirk, I closed the distance between us. I could see the fear and desire in her eyes, I was almost sure she could see mine.
"Draco, you've got it all wrong. I left because. . . because . . ." Poor rabbit, stuttering for her life. Yet nothing was stopping me from seducing her to my bed, tonight I would possess her forever and never letting her get away again.
The distance between us become invisible as we were exceptionally against each other. "Because? Is Potter not enough for you? Boring in bed, perhaps? Well, I could show you more pleasure than that bastard could ever and then some, you will be blinded by my gift." As I said this, my finger traced her soft chin to her delicious, cherry pink lips, almost asking to be tasted.
De ja vu. It was an echo of the first night, except I wasn't going to surrender her so easily. Then our lips crashed and burned into a hungery dance of the tongues, as if I lived on her lips, as if she was a life support. In a way, Hermione was. I couldn't live without her, I couldn't breathe without her. My body would a lifeless corpse living merely because my physical embodiment won't fail like my heart.
A moan escaped her lips, earning a slight smile from me. I pushed her against the wall, tasting, asking, recieving. This was bliss, it was love. So this was how love feels, coarsing through your veins, leaving a satisfied aftertaste, and then mellowing to make me completely addicted to her.
Oh God. The rabbit smelled divine, like peach blossoms on the waters of the sea, with the tide drowning the flower to its watery grave. Except less depressing, more lively like passionate love-making. Love was something I don't deserve, but then again, I needed to feel her in my arms. I just needed her forever more. Happily ever after.
H.G. POV -
God. My eyes couldn't take the restraint of my tears anymore, I don't think I could hold them back now. They cascaded down the curves of my cheek upon his ivory skin, across the rugged stubble and to its destination, next to his heart. Strange how destniny works.
Our lips never parted, except for a quick dose of breath, as he lifted me upon the satin sheets on his bed. I knew what was coming, and I could never been happier. I felt as heaven given me a kiss, feeling the soft, circular strokes of his fingers against my skin, sending a tingle afterwards. So this was nirvana.
Even if Draco didn't love me as I do. I loved him more than I could imagine possible. More than Harry. More than the world. More than education. He was what I lived on. Maybe that's why I came back. For just one blissful night to pretend to be loved by him, laying in his arms and recieving lustful passion, and then I could walk away forever and let go.
The Slytherin prince deserves to be with someone better than me, a filthy mudblood.
As I thought more of my depressing thoughts, I didn't realized that my tears overflowed and bled though the kisses, earning a worried look from Draco. One by one, he kissed away my unbearable tears with a kiss, baring unlimited gentleness that a butterfly envied it. Until he gave me another specatcular, soft kiss on the lips, murmering something that drove me to the near brink of insanity.
"I'm sorry, Virginia. I'm terribly sorry." Virginia! He loved another, as the dragon lay against me, making love, he thought of another. I burst of unquenchable pain coarsed though my entire body until I was left numb with fear and sorrow. How could I have been so foolish? How could I have let my feelings blind me for one unforgettable night?
Before Draco uttered those words that sent me to my emotional grave, we became one, that entire moment when I thought my senses was lost to the world, that I didn't care that he loved some beautiful woman named Virginia, or that this night could be our last. I didn't have a one care of the world, of the cruel, painful sword of my life, I was in love, eternally in love with Draco Malfoy.
Love was such a funny thing. If I hadn't been so distracted from everything else, I would have notice my silver-haired Adonis whisper something to me as sleep lulled me to close my eyes. Until everything was dark and sleeping.
D.M. POV -
She was a sight. My gaze lingered to the infinate curls, scattered lusiously across the pillows, and her lips was curved in a sensious smile, relaxed and happy, it suprised me it was I who caused that. Don't let me start with that curveous body! (Sorry for destroying the beautiful atmosphere, but Dracie, here, got his sense of humor back)
Perfectly made to please a man's arousal. Then a wave of jealousy showered my train of thought, it didn't please me at all to think that any man, except me, would ever be able to touch this untainted body. It caused me to an almost climax of rage, until I remembered that no man would be able to because Hermione was mine, and I know never to let her go.
What caused me to apologize to Virginia Weasley? Oh, I remember that promise the firey vixen cursed me upon after I broke her heart, leaving her to cry for days and days. Gulit overwhelmed me. She said that one day some woman would make me fall for her one day, and then I would know how pain felt. Then I said she was a bitch for lying, and I resented it that day, as I saw her redhead disappear with a blanket of fear cast upon me.
All she said was true. Virginia was always a smart woman, just not for me. But now that I found my soulmate, I have found my only hope.
Upon the star and the galaxies above, I swear that the chocolated- haired Aphrodite will fall in love with me, and we would become man and wife, raising children, lots and lots, little blond and brunettes running every where, and our life will be blissfully content because she was there.
The thought made me grin like an absurd madman. He would be a better father than his own, and raise a life and family to the fullest. Him, the King and Hermione, as my Queen. I chuckled, it was an amusing thought.
I loved it. I loved her. Then the blasted counting sheep sand me a lullaby with Hermione's steady breathing, and my arms snaked itself around her dainty waist. If this was heaven, then I should become a goodie, little Miss Perfect. Baa. Damn sheep, I'll go to sleep already.
"I love you, Hermione. I always will." Baa!
***
D.M. POV -
Peaches. The pillow smelt wonderfully of peaches and french vanilla, a monsoon of recollection drowned me into thought. Of last night, of passion, of love. She was mine. However I couldn't feel her warmth, that terribly pleasurable tingle when I know she's here with me. Those rich chocolate curls were not spilt against my pillow. Nor did I wake to her glorious face.
The girl was gone. Deadly misery in black came to me with his words of ending, another apocolpyse in my ring of blinding, endless light. I worried. I rushed. I knew if I didn't, I could lose her forever. That thought brought tears to my eyes as I ran across the hallaway, a trail of fast dove white and staggering behind was a comet of fallen diamonds. My damn, weak tears.
Hermione. Hermione. My hoarse voice echoed across the walls, sending back a message to near to the truth. It was empty and cold, so was I. Again I called her name. Until my voice gave out, drowning in my tears, faint and wihtout hope. Falling to my knees, I gathered a breath of air, as if it was ambrosia of the heavens.
Then again, I continued my search for Aphrodite. My heart was engulfed into a stir of emotions. Anger and guilt overruled love, only a blind rage was seen. How dare she leave me, a fool in love. Damn her. I needed Hermione way to much.
A figure was seen from a distance. A round, stout shadow, hidden by the early morning fog. Clearly, if I wasn't so blinded by my rage, my eyes would have seen something else. Stupid, love-driven me saw Harry Potter.
"How dare you come to my manor? After you stole what belongs to me and my life, showing your face around here isn't a wise choice. I suggest you leave before I kill you. Hell no, I'll kill you now. She was my world, Potter, you being a greedy bastard had to take her away from me. Can't you see I'm in pain? Can't you see my tears, Potter? I can't handle it anymore. All my life I need someone to love me, just once. Hermione did. I love her."
Drenched in my tears, I took a pitiful blow that hardly even came miles before the unexpecting "Potter." She turned, revealing her true personality.
A.N. - Should I stop here? Maybe I should. Naw, you guys deserve this after being so supportive.
The kitchen maid, Victoria, looked with aged, compassionate eyes, it looked like pity. I hated to be pitied, so my red dragon became intimadated and attacked. "You, I knew it was you. Helping her escape the manor, leaving me a pile of misery, you planned this to hurt me. Now tell me, where is she? Fuck, where is Hermione? Does the world need to know? I love Hermione Granger! Just tell me where the fuck is the girl?"
My vice grip around her fragile arms bruised her, yet her eyes remained the same motherly gaze.
Taking my quivering hand, her withering one lead mine to the place where no one dared to go, until Hermione existed. My heart. "Do you know what this is, hijo? El corazon. The heart. Your heart. It was cold and imobile, until some special girl took her time to make it feel again. You are confused and scared. No one ever made you feel this way before. Si? You don't want to lose her. Follow your heart, it will lead you to what is meant to be. If love wasn't meant to be, don't die. Love her. She deserves to be loved and you, as well. Understand, one will only see a blinding, endless light. But when everything is done, all will be clear. Don't die. No el muerto hacer el corazon. The dead can't love."
With her rich Spanish accent, she whispered in my ear, her breathe light and butterfly quiet. "Your love is in the garden of Eden, the one in the north wing. Love her, hijo. Just love her." She should have lied, told me that love wasn't for me. However, Victoria didn't. She said something my heart was thriving for years, to be able to love.
Love her. Her words still lingered with its hopeful radiance. Love her. I ran. Without an obstacles overpassed, my legs didn't fail my passion. I couldn't lose her. Damn it.
Once I reached my appointed destination, the garden of blessed Eden, there an angel was, placefully sitting on a stone bench. Hermione brushed a tender white lily against her nose, taking in its willful smell, but I knew her scent was beyond that. Closing her eyes, she took in everything, the image of absoulute serenity. I missed this. I missed her.
"Hermione. What gives you the right to leave me? Was this a one night stand? Shit. God, Hermione, you don't know how much I missed you? How much I long for you when you were gone? Please don't go away. I need you." Knees quivering, more or less weaker than my tears were, both empires fell to his knees, leaving a lonely, little boy wanting someone to love him.
H.G. POV -
Draco. His name was whispered under my breath, like heaven's kiss. What have I done? I reached to this foreign little boy image my Draco percieved, kissing his tears away, lulling him to silent whimpers. A hand traced his face, every finger brushing against the limp flaxen strands with the softest touch. I love him. I love him.
Yet. He loves someone else. Virginia. Who was this Virginia who capture the man I loved? Virginia would be more beautiful than I, someone who deserves him. Someone who can give him all the love I can't.
The world was a cruel, hateful home we share, seemingly hating me for life. What ever feeling he thinks he feels, even when my heart is believing every lie, is unreal. Hidden by his lonliness. He deserves better than a mudblood.
As my lips planted him small kisses to release him of his misery, I could feel his gaze upon me, that loving look I always desired. No! It's not real, Draco sees the woman he loves. Virginia. And I'm not Virginia. He doesn't love me.
"I love you, Hermione."Gullible, naive heart of mine rejoices with glow. He loves me! He loves me! My chestnut head turns my gaze to his eyes, in surprise and delight. Finding truth in his stormy grays, but there was something else in his crystal orbs. Fear. A shiver ran through my spine, creating some wrong message to my head.
God. He didn't love me. Fear belonged to insecurity, insecurity was just another form of lies. The pain was almost unbearable, I needed to think of something to save him from so many regrets. But I fear I was the one who regretted it all.
"No you don't. You don't love me. Plus, I can't. . . could never love you at all. I don't love you." Lies! Deceit! This horrible, wicked world was drowning in its mighty currents, and I was yet another victim of its watery grave. At first, I saw the lost, pained expression tainted across his face, bringing me to a timeless end.
Why did I hurt him so? Because it would killed him with guilt after he realizes his foolishness, admitting that love had no future for me. After that moment in time when the dragon's defences had a balm in Gilliad, he grew cold, immensely chilling that I felt another shiver across my spines, goosebumps haunting my skin underneath.
His look of hate stabbed me across all the numbness implanted through my body. It was nothing like the childish dislike spilt on his face when we were adolescents, something more than hate and rage themselves.
Indesribable, I couldn't gaze into his eyes, for I feel that I might not survive the absolute turmoil. I turned by face away, my limp hair shielding my view away from him. Where I knew, he couldn't see the diamonds of tears scattered against my face, pleading to be loved and loved alone. Pleading to apologize.
A gap in the shield presented me with the last picture I would see of him forever. The retreating figure I called Draco was seen no more. I knew if he would turn back that look of hate, declare his love for me, and fight one more battle, I would have ignored everything and accepted the little care he feels for me.
Yet he didn't. And wish I didn't speak a word and kissed him goodbye.
Chapter Five - To Our Denials
D.M. POV -
Days trickled by like the bittersweet dews on the Irish grass, slowly, painfully.I envied it. It had no soul, which meant it could not cry for the cold face of emptiness. In Malfoy Manor, there was no laughter, ringing out from the echoing halls, only the memories of those echoes.
I couldn't bare it. So I was the same cold demeanor that tainted me for the past years, harsh and uncaring. Not even my sister would talk, only whisper that it truely was her fault. It was the castle of Briar Rose, where its inhabitants lay almost dead for eternity. Once full of life, now dead like the withered petals of the briars. What was more painful? Spending eternity without her? Or spending a second destroying my life?
Fortune's fool! Why should I spend days slaving away, when this was truely her fault. If Granger was so unhappy, living in Malfoy Manor, couldn't she have left without this missing "goodbye," without reasons, without having the time to persuade her to stay. Stay forever in my arms, where the rabbit belongs. However no, she exists only in my memory, somewhere slaving herself, loving the utmost vile of creatures, Potter.
Or was it I who was the vile monster, restraining the rabbit from her whims as if she was a caged bird trapped by the unexpecting fox. Damn her! Damn her from making me care. Now it seemed impossible to wake every morn, without expecting to breath in her radiant glow, to be home from business, knowing that my brunette goddess was waiting for me, like a wife.
A wife. Hermione. The idea gave me a rush of pure adreniline traveling through my veins. Butterflies having a field day in summer, located in the regions of my stomach. A wife. A mistress. A companion. A possession. Nothing could sound more sweeter than knowing that she belongs to me, and only me, that no other man would touch her sugary curves and those virgin trembles. Only I.
Now an impossible dream. Hermione Granger was blind to the world, a mere echo in the distance. Shit. I couldn't find her, and I wish I could. Drag her back, willing or not, make love that I hungered for since the day I've seen her, and keep her for the rest of my life.
Another minute, hour, or day without her drags like forever. While I keep cool and collected in the outside, a whimpering, foolish boy cries mercilessly for something to quench his thirst of knowing compassion. I need something to save me for this inferno, but it was unretainable. I need Hermione.
A shower of rain graced the manor this gray afternoon. Watching angel's tears drowning the world from heaven, I reminisce of rainy days when it seemed as if the sun wouldn't stop shining merely because she outshone the sun with her laughter. God. What was wrong with me? Was I hypnotized by her beauty that I searched the world and found nothing?
Against my fingers, my blond locks lay hueless as I run my hair through them. Looking tired and well beyong my years, all I could do was watch the rain rall uneasily on the foggy windowpane. I ate nothing, I slept little, and communicated with no one. At times I forced myself to eat or drink water at the very least. However I became a mere ghost of the past, haunting the manor, with no words, but an empty expression held with anger.
Damn, why did she leave? That ungrateful, little bitch couldn't realize the lifestyle I offered her. Security, wealth. What was more to give her? I thought we were content, well I thought wrong. She doesn't deserve to set her foot in the door, ever. That scam. I didn't want anything to do with this piece of scum. I could live without her.
She was merely a temptress, out for my money. But now, I didn't care if Hermione Granger was simply out to get my fortune, for God's sake, let her take everything. I just don't want her to leave me. Shit. Why was a I crying? The tears felt foreign to my fingertips, like threaded silk from the delicate spider.
Crap. Crying felt unusually good, its as if I didn't cry for eternity, and maybe I haven't. But all I wanted to do was cry, cry from my unbearable scars unbedded by my retched father, cry for the lonliness I'm feeling, and just cry for the fact that this ache for Hermione was driving me to the brink of insanity.
The world was such an uncaring soul. I could just wither and die, but I would never cry. But I needed those silky tears, cascading against my face, I need to feel the pain leaking out from the fountain of memories in my spirit. Now, more I think of it, the more I want to cry.
For merlin's sake. Was this how people were so supposed to feel when they cared for someone? Though, deep in the icy regions of my deflated, black heart, I knew it was more than care. Crap, I loved this woman more than anything. I love how the scent of her makes me happily dizzy. I love the way her lips feel so belonged in mine. I love the way her laugh seemed more than music.
I loved everything about her. I love Hermione Granger with all my heart. And now, she's gone. A wisp of smoke taken by the hideous wind, just to anger me the most. What was I to do? God, the first time I loved a woman and the world decided to play a ill-mannered joke on my soul. Fuck them.
I wanted to die.
***
D.M. POV-
It was on that fatefully bittersweet day, that aroused more confusion in the Malfoy Household. But it was better than hearing the dreadful screams of silence. Everything was unbearably still, and it rained for the third day, causing a gray blanket over the manor.
Tap. Tap. A quick rapping at the door disturbed the silence drowning the dead sunshine, it was familiar, as if that knock on the door was destined. Destined, indeed. Then some chaos was heard downstairs, hearing the loud shouts of Edward from afar. Why should he be joyful when everyone was a miserable bastard? Remind me to fire the devil.
I could hear someone walk graceful, lucid step towards my room. My hands bared an aged Jack Daniels (sorry, I don't know any other drink that rich people might like, don't blame me for being naive to the rich and famous), which everyone would assume I was dead drunk. Maybe I was. I couldn't tell, my vision was blurred by images beyond my expectations.
There standing seducingly was Hermione Granger, drenched in rain, flustered with her rosy cheeks and uneven breath. A sight of lustful expectations, tainted with innocence that I craved for. I could feel myself getting hard and my breath an uneven rythmn. Was I stressed, relieved, happy?
Eternally content. My vow for tonight was to take her virginity now and make slow, but sure love to her, until I could here her pleading my name, asking for forgiveness for making me feel this painful but wonderful feeling. The alchohol was talking, but I knew my heart meant every word.
"What'd you come back? Potter didn't have enough money, so you came back for some more? Is that it? I'm a bank? Well if you want the money, you have to work for it. I know one way." I knew I was being coldly cruel, but I didn't give a shit any more. Giving her one of the imfamous Malfoy smirk, I closed the distance between us. I could see the fear and desire in her eyes, I was almost sure she could see mine.
"Draco, you've got it all wrong. I left because. . . because . . ." Poor rabbit, stuttering for her life. Yet nothing was stopping me from seducing her to my bed, tonight I would possess her forever and never letting her get away again.
The distance between us become invisible as we were exceptionally against each other. "Because? Is Potter not enough for you? Boring in bed, perhaps? Well, I could show you more pleasure than that bastard could ever and then some, you will be blinded by my gift." As I said this, my finger traced her soft chin to her delicious, cherry pink lips, almost asking to be tasted.
De ja vu. It was an echo of the first night, except I wasn't going to surrender her so easily. Then our lips crashed and burned into a hungery dance of the tongues, as if I lived on her lips, as if she was a life support. In a way, Hermione was. I couldn't live without her, I couldn't breathe without her. My body would a lifeless corpse living merely because my physical embodiment won't fail like my heart.
A moan escaped her lips, earning a slight smile from me. I pushed her against the wall, tasting, asking, recieving. This was bliss, it was love. So this was how love feels, coarsing through your veins, leaving a satisfied aftertaste, and then mellowing to make me completely addicted to her.
Oh God. The rabbit smelled divine, like peach blossoms on the waters of the sea, with the tide drowning the flower to its watery grave. Except less depressing, more lively like passionate love-making. Love was something I don't deserve, but then again, I needed to feel her in my arms. I just needed her forever more. Happily ever after.
H.G. POV -
God. My eyes couldn't take the restraint of my tears anymore, I don't think I could hold them back now. They cascaded down the curves of my cheek upon his ivory skin, across the rugged stubble and to its destination, next to his heart. Strange how destniny works.
Our lips never parted, except for a quick dose of breath, as he lifted me upon the satin sheets on his bed. I knew what was coming, and I could never been happier. I felt as heaven given me a kiss, feeling the soft, circular strokes of his fingers against my skin, sending a tingle afterwards. So this was nirvana.
Even if Draco didn't love me as I do. I loved him more than I could imagine possible. More than Harry. More than the world. More than education. He was what I lived on. Maybe that's why I came back. For just one blissful night to pretend to be loved by him, laying in his arms and recieving lustful passion, and then I could walk away forever and let go.
The Slytherin prince deserves to be with someone better than me, a filthy mudblood.
As I thought more of my depressing thoughts, I didn't realized that my tears overflowed and bled though the kisses, earning a worried look from Draco. One by one, he kissed away my unbearable tears with a kiss, baring unlimited gentleness that a butterfly envied it. Until he gave me another specatcular, soft kiss on the lips, murmering something that drove me to the near brink of insanity.
"I'm sorry, Virginia. I'm terribly sorry." Virginia! He loved another, as the dragon lay against me, making love, he thought of another. I burst of unquenchable pain coarsed though my entire body until I was left numb with fear and sorrow. How could I have been so foolish? How could I have let my feelings blind me for one unforgettable night?
Before Draco uttered those words that sent me to my emotional grave, we became one, that entire moment when I thought my senses was lost to the world, that I didn't care that he loved some beautiful woman named Virginia, or that this night could be our last. I didn't have a one care of the world, of the cruel, painful sword of my life, I was in love, eternally in love with Draco Malfoy.
Love was such a funny thing. If I hadn't been so distracted from everything else, I would have notice my silver-haired Adonis whisper something to me as sleep lulled me to close my eyes. Until everything was dark and sleeping.
D.M. POV -
She was a sight. My gaze lingered to the infinate curls, scattered lusiously across the pillows, and her lips was curved in a sensious smile, relaxed and happy, it suprised me it was I who caused that. Don't let me start with that curveous body! (Sorry for destroying the beautiful atmosphere, but Dracie, here, got his sense of humor back)
Perfectly made to please a man's arousal. Then a wave of jealousy showered my train of thought, it didn't please me at all to think that any man, except me, would ever be able to touch this untainted body. It caused me to an almost climax of rage, until I remembered that no man would be able to because Hermione was mine, and I know never to let her go.
What caused me to apologize to Virginia Weasley? Oh, I remember that promise the firey vixen cursed me upon after I broke her heart, leaving her to cry for days and days. Gulit overwhelmed me. She said that one day some woman would make me fall for her one day, and then I would know how pain felt. Then I said she was a bitch for lying, and I resented it that day, as I saw her redhead disappear with a blanket of fear cast upon me.
All she said was true. Virginia was always a smart woman, just not for me. But now that I found my soulmate, I have found my only hope.
Upon the star and the galaxies above, I swear that the chocolated- haired Aphrodite will fall in love with me, and we would become man and wife, raising children, lots and lots, little blond and brunettes running every where, and our life will be blissfully content because she was there.
The thought made me grin like an absurd madman. He would be a better father than his own, and raise a life and family to the fullest. Him, the King and Hermione, as my Queen. I chuckled, it was an amusing thought.
I loved it. I loved her. Then the blasted counting sheep sand me a lullaby with Hermione's steady breathing, and my arms snaked itself around her dainty waist. If this was heaven, then I should become a goodie, little Miss Perfect. Baa. Damn sheep, I'll go to sleep already.
"I love you, Hermione. I always will." Baa!
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D.M. POV -
Peaches. The pillow smelt wonderfully of peaches and french vanilla, a monsoon of recollection drowned me into thought. Of last night, of passion, of love. She was mine. However I couldn't feel her warmth, that terribly pleasurable tingle when I know she's here with me. Those rich chocolate curls were not spilt against my pillow. Nor did I wake to her glorious face.
The girl was gone. Deadly misery in black came to me with his words of ending, another apocolpyse in my ring of blinding, endless light. I worried. I rushed. I knew if I didn't, I could lose her forever. That thought brought tears to my eyes as I ran across the hallaway, a trail of fast dove white and staggering behind was a comet of fallen diamonds. My damn, weak tears.
Hermione. Hermione. My hoarse voice echoed across the walls, sending back a message to near to the truth. It was empty and cold, so was I. Again I called her name. Until my voice gave out, drowning in my tears, faint and wihtout hope. Falling to my knees, I gathered a breath of air, as if it was ambrosia of the heavens.
Then again, I continued my search for Aphrodite. My heart was engulfed into a stir of emotions. Anger and guilt overruled love, only a blind rage was seen. How dare she leave me, a fool in love. Damn her. I needed Hermione way to much.
A figure was seen from a distance. A round, stout shadow, hidden by the early morning fog. Clearly, if I wasn't so blinded by my rage, my eyes would have seen something else. Stupid, love-driven me saw Harry Potter.
"How dare you come to my manor? After you stole what belongs to me and my life, showing your face around here isn't a wise choice. I suggest you leave before I kill you. Hell no, I'll kill you now. She was my world, Potter, you being a greedy bastard had to take her away from me. Can't you see I'm in pain? Can't you see my tears, Potter? I can't handle it anymore. All my life I need someone to love me, just once. Hermione did. I love her."
Drenched in my tears, I took a pitiful blow that hardly even came miles before the unexpecting "Potter." She turned, revealing her true personality.
A.N. - Should I stop here? Maybe I should. Naw, you guys deserve this after being so supportive.
The kitchen maid, Victoria, looked with aged, compassionate eyes, it looked like pity. I hated to be pitied, so my red dragon became intimadated and attacked. "You, I knew it was you. Helping her escape the manor, leaving me a pile of misery, you planned this to hurt me. Now tell me, where is she? Fuck, where is Hermione? Does the world need to know? I love Hermione Granger! Just tell me where the fuck is the girl?"
My vice grip around her fragile arms bruised her, yet her eyes remained the same motherly gaze.
Taking my quivering hand, her withering one lead mine to the place where no one dared to go, until Hermione existed. My heart. "Do you know what this is, hijo? El corazon. The heart. Your heart. It was cold and imobile, until some special girl took her time to make it feel again. You are confused and scared. No one ever made you feel this way before. Si? You don't want to lose her. Follow your heart, it will lead you to what is meant to be. If love wasn't meant to be, don't die. Love her. She deserves to be loved and you, as well. Understand, one will only see a blinding, endless light. But when everything is done, all will be clear. Don't die. No el muerto hacer el corazon. The dead can't love."
With her rich Spanish accent, she whispered in my ear, her breathe light and butterfly quiet. "Your love is in the garden of Eden, the one in the north wing. Love her, hijo. Just love her." She should have lied, told me that love wasn't for me. However, Victoria didn't. She said something my heart was thriving for years, to be able to love.
Love her. Her words still lingered with its hopeful radiance. Love her. I ran. Without an obstacles overpassed, my legs didn't fail my passion. I couldn't lose her. Damn it.
Once I reached my appointed destination, the garden of blessed Eden, there an angel was, placefully sitting on a stone bench. Hermione brushed a tender white lily against her nose, taking in its willful smell, but I knew her scent was beyond that. Closing her eyes, she took in everything, the image of absoulute serenity. I missed this. I missed her.
"Hermione. What gives you the right to leave me? Was this a one night stand? Shit. God, Hermione, you don't know how much I missed you? How much I long for you when you were gone? Please don't go away. I need you." Knees quivering, more or less weaker than my tears were, both empires fell to his knees, leaving a lonely, little boy wanting someone to love him.
H.G. POV -
Draco. His name was whispered under my breath, like heaven's kiss. What have I done? I reached to this foreign little boy image my Draco percieved, kissing his tears away, lulling him to silent whimpers. A hand traced his face, every finger brushing against the limp flaxen strands with the softest touch. I love him. I love him.
Yet. He loves someone else. Virginia. Who was this Virginia who capture the man I loved? Virginia would be more beautiful than I, someone who deserves him. Someone who can give him all the love I can't.
The world was a cruel, hateful home we share, seemingly hating me for life. What ever feeling he thinks he feels, even when my heart is believing every lie, is unreal. Hidden by his lonliness. He deserves better than a mudblood.
As my lips planted him small kisses to release him of his misery, I could feel his gaze upon me, that loving look I always desired. No! It's not real, Draco sees the woman he loves. Virginia. And I'm not Virginia. He doesn't love me.
"I love you, Hermione."Gullible, naive heart of mine rejoices with glow. He loves me! He loves me! My chestnut head turns my gaze to his eyes, in surprise and delight. Finding truth in his stormy grays, but there was something else in his crystal orbs. Fear. A shiver ran through my spine, creating some wrong message to my head.
God. He didn't love me. Fear belonged to insecurity, insecurity was just another form of lies. The pain was almost unbearable, I needed to think of something to save him from so many regrets. But I fear I was the one who regretted it all.
"No you don't. You don't love me. Plus, I can't. . . could never love you at all. I don't love you." Lies! Deceit! This horrible, wicked world was drowning in its mighty currents, and I was yet another victim of its watery grave. At first, I saw the lost, pained expression tainted across his face, bringing me to a timeless end.
Why did I hurt him so? Because it would killed him with guilt after he realizes his foolishness, admitting that love had no future for me. After that moment in time when the dragon's defences had a balm in Gilliad, he grew cold, immensely chilling that I felt another shiver across my spines, goosebumps haunting my skin underneath.
His look of hate stabbed me across all the numbness implanted through my body. It was nothing like the childish dislike spilt on his face when we were adolescents, something more than hate and rage themselves.
Indesribable, I couldn't gaze into his eyes, for I feel that I might not survive the absolute turmoil. I turned by face away, my limp hair shielding my view away from him. Where I knew, he couldn't see the diamonds of tears scattered against my face, pleading to be loved and loved alone. Pleading to apologize.
A gap in the shield presented me with the last picture I would see of him forever. The retreating figure I called Draco was seen no more. I knew if he would turn back that look of hate, declare his love for me, and fight one more battle, I would have ignored everything and accepted the little care he feels for me.
Yet he didn't. And wish I didn't speak a word and kissed him goodbye.
