Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, J. K. Rowling does and she's a
STAR! I also don't own the song, "Come What May". It is taken from the
movie Moulin Rouge.
Until My Dying Day
By Roni Black
Chapter Two
"Come what may, Come what may, I will love you until my dying day."
Is there really such thing as 'an eternal love'? Draco Malfoy asked himself. And even if there is, would I ever find one?
He knew he liked Hermione Granger. He was attracted to her, he wanted her, he cared for her, but was it love? And more, was it ETERNAL LOVE?
Probably not, he told himself. She doesn't even love me back, she hates me. And we could never be together. She's a Muggle-born. She's a Gryffindor. My parents would kill me.
And then he felt a stab in his heart, as he remembered he didn't have parents anymore.
Only a few weeks ago, at the end of the summer vacation, while he was preparing himself for his seventh-year, the war had ended. Voldemort had been finally killed, and with him were killed all of his Death-Eaters, inculding Draco's father and mother. The Aurors didn't believe Narcissa's desparate cries that she wasn't a Death-Eater, and killed her too.
Draco was left alone. He lived on his own at the Malfoy Manor, which now belonged to him. But the pain was too big; he almost couldn't take it.
It wasn't his father he missed so much. In fact, he was kind of relieved. His father was a sadistic man who used to abuse Draco and Narcissa. He put the Cruciatus spell on Draco every time Draco refused to be a Death-Eater.
No, it wasn't the death of his father that bothered him. What really hurt him, what made him unable to sleep at night, what made him so miserable during the days, was the loss of his mother.
Draco and his mother had always been close; he had loved her more than any other person in the world. She was the only one who loved and understood him; so he felt. They shared the same trouble, the trouble called Lucius. They both hated him.
And now... his mother was dead. Dead for a crime that his father commited.
Draco buried his face in his hands.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Later that day, Draco saw Hermione at lunch, and was a bit cheered up. He knew that he loved this girl.
He kept staring at her during the feast. He thought he saw her looking at him too, but he quickly looked away. Why the hell was she in Gryffindor? If she were in Slytherin, he could have sat with her. Maybe they could have talked.
Or maybe he should be in Gryffindor?
He knew this was not possible. Six years before, when he had come to Hogwarts, the Sorting Hat had put him in Slytherin, and it had its reasons. Draco remembered regretfully what a sickening, arrogant jerk he used to be. He remembered how he used to call Hermione a Mublood and insult her. Was he able to repair the damage he had caused, or was Hermione going to despise him forever?
I have to do something, he decided. I have to ask her out.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Hermione, who are you going to the Ball with?" asked Ron.
"Nobody," said Hermione, not taking her eyes off the roll of parchment on which she was scribbling her homework for Potions class. Ron and Harry, of course, weren't bothering to do it; it wasn't to be handed in until Monday morning, and it was only Friday night. Why bother.
"What do you mean, nobody?" said Ron. "Nobody has asked you?"
"I'm not coming to the Ball," said Hermione calmly.
"WHAT?!" cried Harry. "What do you mean, you're not coming to the Ball? You have to come!"
"I don't remember any school-rule saying that all students must attend the Ball."
"Of course there's no rule," said Ron desparately, "but... it'll be fun! Come on, Hermione, you can't miss it!"
"I'm not coming."
"Please?"
"No."
"Please please?" said Ron, with his eyes wide with plea.
"NO!"
Ron began to say, "Please please please?" but Hermione cut him off: "Who are you guys going to the Ball with?"
"No one, yet," said Harry, blushing.
"Why?" asked Hermione. "You like that girl, ask her."
"What girl?" said Harry.
"Jessica Laurens," Hermione replied.
"Keep your voice down!" said Harry harshly, looking around fearfully to see if Jessica was anywhere near them. Ron burst out laughing.
"Come on, Harry, I know you to well," said Hermione and began writing her essay again. "You can't hide those things from me."
"Let's talk about something else," said Harry through gritted teeth. Ron was roaring with laughter.
"Who are YOU going to the Ball with, Ron?" asked Hermione, and Ron's laughter trailed off immediately.
"I... umm..."
"YES?" said Harry.
Ron lowered his voice. Averting their gaze, he said, "Lavender Brown."
"UH-HUH!" cried Harry triumphantly.
"Yes, yes, laugh at me, will you?" said Ron angrily, as Harry was doing his best not to laugh.
"You guys are so childish," said Hermione coldly. "I don't find anything funny in that. Congratulations about finding a date, Ron."
"Thanks," said Ron. "Will you please come to the Ball, Hermione?"
"I said, NO."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Draco was sitting on his bed, in his dormitory. The room was empty, and Draco was listening to his magical radio. It was playing his favorite song.
Ewan Mcgregor's voice was ringing in Draco's ears, pronouncing feelings Draco wished he would feel some day...
Never knew I could feel like this
Like I've never seen the sky before
Want to vanish inside your kiss
Every day I love you more and more
Listen to my heart, can you hear it sings
Telling me to give you everything?
Seasons may change, winter to spring
But I love you, until the end of time.
"I love you, Hermione," Draco murmured. He couldn't just sit there anymore. He had to see Hermione. He got out of bed, walked out of the room, out of the Common Room, and began to look for Hermione.
He found her a lot easier than he had expected. After the third corridor only, he ran into her. She was walking with four or five books in her hands, and her nose was buried in one of them, as usual.
"Hermione?"
Hermione raised her eyes and looked at the blonde Slytherin. She was surprised - he had called her Hermione, not Granger. What was going on?
She guessed this was some kind of mean trick, and looked at his eyes, expecting them to be filled with evil laughter and sneer. Instead, they were staring at her softly, but hesitantly.
The moment seemed to last forever as they stared deeply into each other's eyes. Chocolate-brown met stormy-blue, and Hermione felt herself melting. She had to lean on the wall in order to remain standing.
"Y-yes?" she stammered, not taking her eyes off his.
"Oh, I..." Draco was confused too. Her eyes were so hypnotizingly beautiful, that for a moment he couldn't even remember what he had meant to say.
GET A GRIP OF YOURSELF, said a voice inside his mind. Draco struggled to take control of himself and said: "I was just going to... going to ask you if..."
"Yes?" whispered Hermione.
"A-are you coming to the Ball?" asked Draco in a low voice.
As Hermione continued to stare into his pools of gray-blue eyes, she forgot any intention she'd ever had of not coming. "Of course," she replied softly.
"G-good," said Draco. They were still staring at each other's eyes.
DO IT, said the voice in Draco's mind. ASK HER TO GO WITH YOU!
No, said a calmer voice. Not today. She might be scared. I can feel it, she likes me, but I can't frighten her and ask her to go with me, not now. She'll be too excited, and I'll be, too. I'll ask her to dance with me at the Ball.
"I gotta go," said Draco, still looking at Hermione.
"Me too," said Hermione, not making the slightest move to leave.
"So, I'll see you around?"
"Sure." And quicky, they both tore they eyes off each other and hurried away in different directions.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
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Until My Dying Day
By Roni Black
Chapter Two
"Come what may, Come what may, I will love you until my dying day."
Is there really such thing as 'an eternal love'? Draco Malfoy asked himself. And even if there is, would I ever find one?
He knew he liked Hermione Granger. He was attracted to her, he wanted her, he cared for her, but was it love? And more, was it ETERNAL LOVE?
Probably not, he told himself. She doesn't even love me back, she hates me. And we could never be together. She's a Muggle-born. She's a Gryffindor. My parents would kill me.
And then he felt a stab in his heart, as he remembered he didn't have parents anymore.
Only a few weeks ago, at the end of the summer vacation, while he was preparing himself for his seventh-year, the war had ended. Voldemort had been finally killed, and with him were killed all of his Death-Eaters, inculding Draco's father and mother. The Aurors didn't believe Narcissa's desparate cries that she wasn't a Death-Eater, and killed her too.
Draco was left alone. He lived on his own at the Malfoy Manor, which now belonged to him. But the pain was too big; he almost couldn't take it.
It wasn't his father he missed so much. In fact, he was kind of relieved. His father was a sadistic man who used to abuse Draco and Narcissa. He put the Cruciatus spell on Draco every time Draco refused to be a Death-Eater.
No, it wasn't the death of his father that bothered him. What really hurt him, what made him unable to sleep at night, what made him so miserable during the days, was the loss of his mother.
Draco and his mother had always been close; he had loved her more than any other person in the world. She was the only one who loved and understood him; so he felt. They shared the same trouble, the trouble called Lucius. They both hated him.
And now... his mother was dead. Dead for a crime that his father commited.
Draco buried his face in his hands.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Later that day, Draco saw Hermione at lunch, and was a bit cheered up. He knew that he loved this girl.
He kept staring at her during the feast. He thought he saw her looking at him too, but he quickly looked away. Why the hell was she in Gryffindor? If she were in Slytherin, he could have sat with her. Maybe they could have talked.
Or maybe he should be in Gryffindor?
He knew this was not possible. Six years before, when he had come to Hogwarts, the Sorting Hat had put him in Slytherin, and it had its reasons. Draco remembered regretfully what a sickening, arrogant jerk he used to be. He remembered how he used to call Hermione a Mublood and insult her. Was he able to repair the damage he had caused, or was Hermione going to despise him forever?
I have to do something, he decided. I have to ask her out.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Hermione, who are you going to the Ball with?" asked Ron.
"Nobody," said Hermione, not taking her eyes off the roll of parchment on which she was scribbling her homework for Potions class. Ron and Harry, of course, weren't bothering to do it; it wasn't to be handed in until Monday morning, and it was only Friday night. Why bother.
"What do you mean, nobody?" said Ron. "Nobody has asked you?"
"I'm not coming to the Ball," said Hermione calmly.
"WHAT?!" cried Harry. "What do you mean, you're not coming to the Ball? You have to come!"
"I don't remember any school-rule saying that all students must attend the Ball."
"Of course there's no rule," said Ron desparately, "but... it'll be fun! Come on, Hermione, you can't miss it!"
"I'm not coming."
"Please?"
"No."
"Please please?" said Ron, with his eyes wide with plea.
"NO!"
Ron began to say, "Please please please?" but Hermione cut him off: "Who are you guys going to the Ball with?"
"No one, yet," said Harry, blushing.
"Why?" asked Hermione. "You like that girl, ask her."
"What girl?" said Harry.
"Jessica Laurens," Hermione replied.
"Keep your voice down!" said Harry harshly, looking around fearfully to see if Jessica was anywhere near them. Ron burst out laughing.
"Come on, Harry, I know you to well," said Hermione and began writing her essay again. "You can't hide those things from me."
"Let's talk about something else," said Harry through gritted teeth. Ron was roaring with laughter.
"Who are YOU going to the Ball with, Ron?" asked Hermione, and Ron's laughter trailed off immediately.
"I... umm..."
"YES?" said Harry.
Ron lowered his voice. Averting their gaze, he said, "Lavender Brown."
"UH-HUH!" cried Harry triumphantly.
"Yes, yes, laugh at me, will you?" said Ron angrily, as Harry was doing his best not to laugh.
"You guys are so childish," said Hermione coldly. "I don't find anything funny in that. Congratulations about finding a date, Ron."
"Thanks," said Ron. "Will you please come to the Ball, Hermione?"
"I said, NO."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Draco was sitting on his bed, in his dormitory. The room was empty, and Draco was listening to his magical radio. It was playing his favorite song.
Ewan Mcgregor's voice was ringing in Draco's ears, pronouncing feelings Draco wished he would feel some day...
Never knew I could feel like this
Like I've never seen the sky before
Want to vanish inside your kiss
Every day I love you more and more
Listen to my heart, can you hear it sings
Telling me to give you everything?
Seasons may change, winter to spring
But I love you, until the end of time.
"I love you, Hermione," Draco murmured. He couldn't just sit there anymore. He had to see Hermione. He got out of bed, walked out of the room, out of the Common Room, and began to look for Hermione.
He found her a lot easier than he had expected. After the third corridor only, he ran into her. She was walking with four or five books in her hands, and her nose was buried in one of them, as usual.
"Hermione?"
Hermione raised her eyes and looked at the blonde Slytherin. She was surprised - he had called her Hermione, not Granger. What was going on?
She guessed this was some kind of mean trick, and looked at his eyes, expecting them to be filled with evil laughter and sneer. Instead, they were staring at her softly, but hesitantly.
The moment seemed to last forever as they stared deeply into each other's eyes. Chocolate-brown met stormy-blue, and Hermione felt herself melting. She had to lean on the wall in order to remain standing.
"Y-yes?" she stammered, not taking her eyes off his.
"Oh, I..." Draco was confused too. Her eyes were so hypnotizingly beautiful, that for a moment he couldn't even remember what he had meant to say.
GET A GRIP OF YOURSELF, said a voice inside his mind. Draco struggled to take control of himself and said: "I was just going to... going to ask you if..."
"Yes?" whispered Hermione.
"A-are you coming to the Ball?" asked Draco in a low voice.
As Hermione continued to stare into his pools of gray-blue eyes, she forgot any intention she'd ever had of not coming. "Of course," she replied softly.
"G-good," said Draco. They were still staring at each other's eyes.
DO IT, said the voice in Draco's mind. ASK HER TO GO WITH YOU!
No, said a calmer voice. Not today. She might be scared. I can feel it, she likes me, but I can't frighten her and ask her to go with me, not now. She'll be too excited, and I'll be, too. I'll ask her to dance with me at the Ball.
"I gotta go," said Draco, still looking at Hermione.
"Me too," said Hermione, not making the slightest move to leave.
"So, I'll see you around?"
"Sure." And quicky, they both tore they eyes off each other and hurried away in different directions.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
I'm desparate, so... REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!! I'll stop writing if you don't! I have to know what you think! Everything you think! Review! Please!