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A/N I thought this was a perfect song for the D/Hr shipper! I hope I can write a good story to go with it. I really like this song. I was kind of upset last time Ôcause I didnÕt really get very many reviews and I worked really hard on that one. I suppose itÕs okay, but please review more for this one. If you do read it, please, please review!
The song du jour is ÒThey All Fall DownÓ by SR-71!
Oh, and IÕm looking for someone to beta my story. Please guys, I need your help!
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~Zsa Zsa
P.S. The lyrics with ~:~:~ and are italicized by them are the song fic song, and the lyrics with 0*0*0 and that are in bold are mine. Enjoy!
~They All Fall Down~
Draco Malfoy stood in all his glory on the stage of the Albert Hall, smiling down at all his screaming fans. He waved to all of them, flashing his pearly white teeth at the cute girls in the front.
He had on his signature baggy leather pants and a beige shirt that was open two buttons. His green sparkly Fender Strat was slung over his shoulder as he walked to the microphone placed in the center of the stage.
ÒHow is everyone doing tonight?Ó He yelled into the microphone, only to hear the eruption of millions screaming in response. He smiled at his own fame and continued, ÒAs you all know, I am Draco Malfoy, and we are The Serpents!Ó Again, there was another wail from the hugely vast audience. He smiled his rakish smile once more, and turned towards his band. Pansy Parkinson and Millicent Bulstrode were his back-up singers. He saw Goyle pick up his drumsticks and Crabbe was on bass guitar. Yes, they were all part of the band, but he, he was the Sex God. He was the one every girl wanted.
He also happened to be the lead guitarist and the lead vocalist. His voice was deep and slightly scratchy, but so divinely sexy. He knew that himself. He had gotten a record deal when the Weasley brothers expanded their already vast empire when they bought a record company, now called Marauder Records.
Draco gave the signal to Goyle and he tapped his sticks, ÒOne, two, three!Ó The band began playing a fast paced song called ÒBroken MirrorÓ. Draco wrote most of the lyrics and music, always from personal experience.
0*0*0 When you ripped my heart apart
Did you know?
When you tore my mind from me
Did you know? 0*0*0
Draco did a little thing with his hips that made the scream louder, if possible. He smiled again, and continued playing his guitar.
0*0*0 You left me with a gaping hole
When you ripped out my soul
Tell me why you felt like hurting me 0*0*0
Goyle then upped the beat with his drums, and Draco began his guitar solo. Crabbe had stopped playing his base, and all that could be heard was the soft thump of the drums, and the twang of DracoÕs expert guitar playing. The crowd was roaring.
0*0*0 Then one day you pulled me over
Told me why you screwed me over
You said you saw you reflected in me
And that wasnÕt what you wanted to see 0*0*0
Pansy and Millicent began swaying from side to side as they began ÒOohÓ-ing. Draco finished the song and they played about ten more songs that night, all getting the same unbelievable reaction from the crowd. The only time the crowd roared louder was when Draco removed his shirt. It had truly been a performance to remember.
Draco finished the show with a phenomenal guitar solo, and then, with one last bow to the audience, he ran off stage, whooping at his brilliance. He ran to his dressing room and took off his stage wear. He then replaced it with a pair of black, baggy sweats and an oversized black sweatshirt. He pulled the hood over his head and crept out the back door.
His huge flat wasnÕt far from the concert hall and he liked to walk home. He was just turning a corner to emerge from the alleyway behind the large building, when he heard to voices arguing.
ÒI cannot believe you put me through that torture!Ó Draco recognized that voice. It was the voice of. . .
ÒWell, excuse me Miss Hermione Granger. I only wanted to take you somewhere nice for our anniversary. DoesnÕt that mean anything to you?Ó The other voice was that of Harry Potter. Draco smirked. Hermione didnÕt like his music obviously.
ÒWell, if your idea of a nice time is a loud, noisy and dirty concert hall watching Draco Malfoy, that stupid bigheaded bastard, then you need your head checked.Ó She spat in a malicious voice, but it also sounded slightly worn out, like she was tired.
ÒFine, then. You can make your own way back to London. I donÕt feel like being insulted by you any more.Ó Draco saw the outline of Harry begin to walk away. He saw Hermione watch him go, and then start to mutter to herself.
ÒDo you always talk to yourself in dark alleyways?Ó Draco asked, fully coming out of the shadows.
ÒWho are you?Ó Hermione asked. Her voice was frightened. He saw her shiver slightly.
ÒThat stupid bigheaded bastardÓ, Draco replied, smirking.
ÒOh. Draco, how, uh, nice to see you again.Ó She said, her tone wavering on the ÔniceÕ part, ÒWhy are you here? I thought youÕd be out front trying to fight off the hoards of girls that you know want you.Ó
Draco looked surprised at her little comment, but answered, his smirk growing ever so large, ÒI always walk home by myself when IÕm playing at oleÕ Albert.Ó He saw HermioneÕs eyebrow lift as he continued, ÒAnd I donÕt like too much attention anyways. Could go to my head.Ó
ÔI think it already has,Õ Hermione thought. ÒBut you always look like you think youÕre absolutely amazing.Ó
ÒAh, IÕm told to do that darling.Ó He moved a little closer, close enough to hear her very ragged breath.
~:~:~I can be as humble as the next guy~:~:~
ÒBy who?Ó He heard her whisper. He was uncomfortably close to her.
ÒMyself.Ó
ÒWhat?Ó Hermione backed away, ÒYourself?Ó
ÒYep, for I am absolutely amazing.Ó He smiled rakishly, and watched as Hermione shook her head and began to back away. ÒAw, Hermione, you donÕt want to leave, do you?Ó
Hermione retreating back said, ÒAh, yes, I think I do.Ó
ÒNo you donÕt. Besides, I could drive you home.Ó
ÒI can hail a taxi.Ó She had stopped now, but remained with her back facing Draco.
ÒBut you donÕt want to do that.Ó He stepped closer and closer, until Hermione could feel his breath on her neck. He looked at her outfit, and saw she was wearing dark jeans and a black button down shirt. ÒDo you always dress so provocatively?Ó
ÒHa ha, very funny.Ó He smirked.
ÒWell, you must have known you were going to see a rock concert.Ó He was now pressed up against her, his arm snaking around her waist.
ÒNo, I didnÕt actually.Ó She wrinkled her nose. ÒI hate rock.Ó
ÒOh, that hurt. But you must have enjoyed the show, no?Ó Draco spun her around, pulling her arms around his neck and pulling her in for a kiss. He didnÕt know why he had done that. He had no idea. He felt her melt in his arms.
~:~:~Or I can blink and make you crumble from the inside~:~:~
ÒAlright, calm down there honey.Ó Draco pulled her up and pushed her away from him.
She looked hurt, and started to back up again, ÒGod, youÕre so confusing. When will you grow up, Malfoy? YouÕre nineteen!Ó
ÒYep, I know. I have plenty of time to grow up, thanks.Ó He walked back over to her, and she backed away. It was like they were dancing. Hermione even got so confident with their little game that if he backed away, she would go forward.
ÒAlright, stop!Ó She yelled in frustration. He smirked and moved closer to her and she didnÕt back away.
ÒLet me ask you something, Malfoy.Ó She put a finger to his chest and pushed slightly to distance him slightly from her.
ÒCall me Draco, please.Ó He smirked at the sexy little finger push she just did.
ÒAlright, Draco,Ó She elongated the word on her tongue, dripping out the syllables, ÒWhatÕs it like?Ó
Draco looked confused, ÒWhatÕs what like?Õ
ÒBeing a rock star.Ó Draco smirked. He moved closer, and brushed his lips across her cheek, then across her jaw, and finally letting his tongue brush against her neck.
ÒFucking fantastic.Ó
~:~:~I could be every nasty thing you ever thought a man could be~:~:~
Hermione rolled her eyes, and shifted them uncomfortably around the alley, ÒIsnÕt this place kind of dangerous for a midnight rendezvous?Ó
Draco chuckled, ÒIÕll protect youÓ, Hermione gave him a stern look, ÒOkay, we can go to my placeÓ, her look grew stonier, ÒItÕs only a few blocks away and I swear I wonÕt try anythingÓ, Hermione looked reluctant, ÒI promise.Ó
ÒBut, when can I go back to my flat?Ó Draco edged closer still, ÒYouÕre making me uncomfortable, Malfoy.Ó
ÒCall me Draco, please. Where do you live?Ó
ÒThe other side of London.Ó
Draco looked at her, his eyebrows rose to high heaven, ÒWeÕll go there tomorrow. I have room for you.Ó Hermione looked sacred almost, ÒI wonÕt do anything. YouÕll have four rooms to pick from, excluding mine. Well, you can sleep with me if you wantÓ, he smiled rakishly, ÒBut IÕm assuming by the death stare youÕre giving me thatÕs a no-no.Ó
ÒCome on, Hermione.Ó He smiled broader, a slight dimple forming on his left cheek. He looked boyishly adorable, something Draco Malfoy would never be accused of normally.
ÒFine.Ó He nodded and put his arm around her waist and directed towards his spacious apartment.
~:~:~Cause they all fall down (down)
Cause they all fall down (down)~:~:~
They walked into DracoÕs incredibly large flat. Hermione, without meaning, gasped. The place was huge! There were windows that had a great view of the Thames and the comfy, squashy looking armchairs were very dark black.
ÒWhat do you think? Does it accommodate to your high standards?Ó Draco asked stepping closer to Hermione and spinning her around so he could see her face.
She only nodded, and moved to look out the window, ÒYou have a fantastic view. IÕm so jealous!Ó He smirked, and walked to the window. The sky was pitch black, and you could only see if you squinted. In the distance, there were buildings that glowed romantically. He also noticed that everything was deathly silent.
ÒDamn, itÕs quiet. DonÕt you think?Ó
ÒI love night time. I love the silence. . .Ó Hermione murmured. Draco raised an eyebrow, and turned to face his couch.
ÒI think I will go to bed. Concerts tire me out.Ó He yawned, Hermione was still not facing her, ÒYou going to join me, Granger?Ó
ÒIn a minute.Ó She whispered. He looked at her, an expression of confusion on his face. What the fuck is so great about his view? ÒOkay.Ó Draco said, and he turned to go to his room, but not before sneaking a look at HermioneÕs back, shaking his head at her obvious insanity.
~:~:~I can make you see the beauty of a new sun~:~:~
ÒOh my God. . .Ó Hermione sat up, her eyes wide. She was in bed with Malfoy and her hair was rumpled! What the hell was she doing? Her clothes were in a pile on the floor and she was wearing an oversized T-shirt.
Oh Merlin. . .
She looked over at the sleeping figure beside her, and seeing his face, her panicked expression softened. He looked like an angel when he slept. She smiled, and then remembered where she was supposed to be. She stuck her head under the covers, frantically searching for a drop of blood. Nothing. Phew!
She looked at the clock. FUCK!
ÒMalfoyÓ, she shook him roughly, ÒI need you to get me out of here. . . NOW!Ó
ÒWha. . .?Ó Malfoy sat up slightly, his expression groggy, and his eyes half closed. She rolled her eyes and hopped out of bed. ÒGet up! Get up now!Ó She pulled her pants on and took off MalfoyÕs shirt. She paid no notice to the fact that she was undressing in front of Malfoy, nor to the fact that he had turned over and gone back to sleep. ÒMALFOY!Ó She leapt onto the bed and tackled him, tickly every inch she could reach.
ÒGod, woman! Calm down! What the fuck is wrong?Ó He rubbed his eyes, and pushed her half-heartedly off him. She was now sitting on his pelvis, her hair in a state of disarray. She was biting her bottom lip and her eyes were darting.
ÒWell, I have to go to a wedding today, and its starts in a hour.Ó She looked nervously at him, her big eyes round with despair.
ÒA morning wedding?Ó She shook her head, ÒWell, no, itÕs just a rehearsal, but since Harry dragged me to your concert, I asked them to reschedule it.Ó
ÒAw, come on, Hermione. Who are you? The flower girl? You know what to do. Just let me go on with my life! I want to go back to bedÓ He flopped back down, and she shook him again.
ÒPlease, Draco. Please!Ó
~:~:~Or I can be the source of your desperation~:~:~
They were driving down a small street, Hermione looking anxious, and constantly darting her eyes to the digital clock, while Draco had a huge scowl on his face. He looked at her feeling no sympathy whatsoever.
ÒWhy didnÕt you tell me you had a fucking wedding rehearsal? You woke me up at 9 in the morning!Ó
ÒThatÕs a fairly normal time for one to get up!Ó
ÒNot if one is a rock star and had just put on the show the night before.Ó Hermione rolled her eyes and looked out the window. ÒThere it is!Ó She pointed after about ten minutes of silence in the car.
ÒGet out.Ó
~:~:~I could be every nasty thing you ever dreamt a man could be~:~:~
Hermione hopped out of the car, and Draco sped off, his green sports car zooming dangerously along the small road. She bit her lip, and went into the church.
ÒWhere have you been?Ó Ron Weasley asked Hermione. He grabbed her and pushed, almost a little too roughly, into the girlÕs dressing room. She saw Angelina Johnson there, crying on the couch.
ÒWhatÕs wrong?Ó Hermione hurried over to crouch next to the crying girl. Angelina sniffled and looked at Hermione kindly.
ÒNothing really. IÕm really emotional. I have been ever since Fred asked me to marry him.Ó She pulled her friend onto the couch and collapsed onto her just as a very frazzled looking Ginny Weasley entered the room.
ÒHarry isnÕt here!Ó
ÒWe broke up. He could still be mad at me.Ó Ginny looked almost sympathetic, and then rushed out the door again. ÒIÕm so sorry, ÔMione.Ó Angelina hugged Hermione tightly, and then began to cry again. Hermione patted her back, and jumped when her thoughts drifted to a certain blond rockstar.
~:~:~Cause they all fall down (down)
Cause they all fall down (down)~:~:~
Draco parked his car, and sat in it for a long time, just thinking. He couldnÕt help but think thoughts of her. The way she smiled, the way she walked, the she kissed. . .
What the hell was a rock star Pureblood doing falling for a Mudblood?
ÔShe wouldnÕt go for me anyway.Õ
He shook his head and started the car again, trying to shake Hermione from his mind.
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After the wedding rehearsal was over, Hermione walked slowly to the tube station. Her thoughts were mulling over her break up with Harry and the odd night and morning sheÕd spent with Draco. She looked at a billboard. The background was green. She jumped as she realized it reminded her of both Harry and Draco. She shuddered. They were incomparable.
She was about to cross the street when DracoÕs sports car came speedily into sight. It halted squeakily in front of her. She bent down to look into the window with a half annoyed and half scared look on her face, ÒYou could have run me over!Ó She exclaimed dramatically.
Draco didnÕt respond to the question, he merely said, ÒGet in.Ó
ÒExcuse me?Ó Hermione asked incredulously. She looked closely at him, his face was not really facing her, but more the road ahead, ÒGod, fine. What do you want me for anyway?Ó She said as she got in.
He began to drive away from where he had picked Hermione up, ignoring her question, ÒHello? Draco? Hello? Listen to me.Ó
ÒDo you hate me?Ó Draco asked simply.
ÒUh, well I used to, but I guess it was only really because you were mean to Harry and now that weÕve broken up. . . Except for the fact that you always called me a Mudblood. That really pissed me off.Ó
ÒJust answer the damn question.Ó
ÒWell, weÕre different people then we were in school, and weÕre mature adults now, so no, I donÕt think I do hate you.Ó
ÒDo you hate the type of person I am?Ó
ÒWhat, a womanizing sex god rocker?Ó Draco looked at her, his eyebrow raised, and then shifted his head back to the road.
ÒWell, I hate that type of person, yes. I thought that was fairly obvious.Ó Draco pulled over and turned to Hermione full on, his grey eyes flashing.
ÒWell, if you donÕt ate me but you hate the type of person I am, youÕre not making any sense.Ó
ÒWell, I never said I liked you, did I?Ó
~:~:~Jaded, dated, I'm the type you hated~:~:~
Hermione had expected a blow up from that smart comment, but he merely turned back to face the car in front of him. He looked oddly pale, even more so then normal.
ÒAre you mad at me now?Ó
ÒNoÓ, Draco turned back to her, the glint back in his eye, ÒBut youÕve been thinking about me, havenÕt you?Ó
~:~:~Haunted, taunted, I'm what you've always wanted~:~:~
ÒItÕs okay, I havenÕt been able to get you off my mind all day.Ó He then put his hand to her face and she shivered.
ÒWhat are you doing?Ó Hermione looked at him, her big brown eyes seeking the truth from him. She obviously didnÕt like playing games and wanted a fairy tale romance. Well, if she couldnÕt have that, then how about Romeo and Juliet?
~:~:~Yeah, yeah, I'm what you've always wanted
Yeah, yeah, I'm what you've always wanted~:~:~
ÒI have to go.Ó Hermione took one last look at him before opening the car door and stepping out.
She walked away without saying another word, no second glance, nothing. Draco banged the steering wheel in frustration, and jumped when the car horn beeped loudly.
~:~:~You can turn away like you don't even see me~:~:~
Draco looked over at the seat next to him, willing Hermione to come back. He waited a few minutes, and when she didnÕt return, he took off, driving at full speed toward his home.
He turned the radio on, only to switch it off in annoyance when he hurt his voice wailing through the speakers. He shook his head.
When he arrived back at his apartment before his show, he took a nice, long bath. He was rather girly when it came to luxury things like baths. He poured some Aromatherapy bath salts to try clear his mind, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldnÕt keep Hermione from his mind. He didnÕt know why this stupid girl was constantly there, boring into him.
Her smile was intoxicating. It always had been; heÕd just never wanted to admit it to himself. He shook his head roughly, not wanting to think about school. HeÕd hated that place. Its constricting walls were too much for him to bear. He liked the freedom he had now. He only needed someone to share it with.
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Hermione walked back to her flat in exhaustion. Draco had taken her in the wrong direction and she hadnÕt managed to catch the tube at the right time.
She also couldnÕt help but let her mind wander to all the posters and billboards sheÕd seen featuring DracoÕs face, large, his white teeth flashing brightly. All the pictures didnÕt move, but his eyes still seemed to speak to her. They sparkled, and looked like millions of secrets were hidden beneath the grey abyss.
His smiled was corrupting. It made her want to do things sheÕd never dreamt of before. God, even his smirks sent shivers up and down her spin now and she had no idea why. SheÕs never thought this way before. He always used to look like he was up to something whenever he smiled before. Now, she would see the real smiles he reserved for his fans, and for her.
Whoa! Weird thought.
~:~:~Yeah, you can smile and act like you got something I need~:~:~
She sat on her sofa, reclining back and arching, stretching out her muscles. She sighed sleepily and closed her eyes. She stayed that way for a while. Her thoughts drifted back to a blond rock star. She sighed happily, imagining seeing him again.
She preoccupied herself for quite a while, thinking about him. She remembered all the things heÕd done when they were at school and shook her head. She hated to think of those days know. She enjoyed the time with her friends, but now every time she thought of the word mud blood, Malfoy was associated with the thought.
Hermione drifted off into an uneasy slumber. . .
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I shivered under his touch. He lowered himself on top of me with such care. He let himself roll over, pulling me on top this time. I looked into his icy eyes, willing them to open up to me. They stayed emotionless. I sighed exasperatedly.
ÒDracoÓ, I whisper, pouting, ÒWhy are you eyes so. . . cold?Ó
He didnÕt say anything, but he stared at me intently. He began to run his hands over my body and through my hair. I watched in amazement as I began to see warmth. His eyes were no longer grey, but I bright blue. I smiled slyly and kissed the tip of his nose.
We kissed for a while, or tongues battling for the top hand. Draco usually won, but tonight, he seemed distant. His tongues flopped lazily when I tried to fight. It was too easy.
ÒDraco?Ó I whispered, raising my eyebrow, ÒCome on. . .Ó I walked my fingers up his chest, and then when they reached him collarbone, and slid my finger back down.
He smiled, admiring and appreciating my playful attitude. He flipped me over, a hunger in his eyes that was more intense then IÕd ever seen it. He lowered and began thrusting.
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ÒAhh!Ó Hermione, drenched in sweat, let out a strangled cry. She looked around furiously, taking in her environs.
ÒHaving fun, Granger?Ó
~:~:~But every night you go home alone
And dream about being underneath me~:~:~
ÒOh my God!Ó What the hell are you doing here?Ó Hermione inquired. She surveyed her surroundings, taking in that Draco was standing in the middle of her very messy living room. He wore an outfit very similar to the one heÕd worn after his concert, except this one was dark green. He smiled at her, his disheveled hair falling in his eyes.
ÒDraco!Ó She yelled. Oh God, oh God! Hermione stood up, straitening her clothes. She began to pick up the various items of clothing strewn carelessly on the furniture and floor. She nearly tripped over a shoe that lay sloppily near the couch. She looked repeatedly up at Draco, who was just standing there smiling, obviously very amused by HermioneÕs frantic pick up.
ÒCalm down,Ó Draco coaxed, ÒYou donÕt need to pick up for me. I just wanted some company.Ó He walked over to Hermione, straitening her and removing a t-shirt, which had once belonged to Harry, form her grasp. She looked helplessly up at him, and collapsed onto the couch.
ÒWhy do you need company?Ó Hermione asked, once sheÕd calmed down slightly. Draco sat next to her, casually draping his arm on the back of the couch, letting it slide over HermioneÕs shoulders. She looked at him oddly for a second, but chose to ignore it. ÒAnd my company of all peopleÕs?Ó
Draco shrugged, ÒI donÕt know. I was bored and since weÕd had an encounter the night before and I hadnÕt gotten to talk to you much, I figured maybe youÕd be interested in going out to dinner or something.Ó Hermione looked at him, her eyebrow raised. Draco noted that she often raised her eyebrow upon enquiry, ÒI know it was kind of unorthodox for me to waltz into your flat uninvited, but I hoped you wouldnÕt mind.Ó
Hermione stood, looking down at him. She searched his face, especially his eyes, for some sign of untrustworthiness, but saw nothing. She nodded shortly and spun on her heel. She switched the lights on and blinked at the sudden brightness, ÒIÕll be right back.Ó She said, looking back at DracoÕs relaxed form on her sofa, ÒAre you going to wear that?Ó Draco looked down at his casual attire and smiled embarrassedly.
ÒIÕll be back.Ó
~:~:~Cause they all fall down (down)
Cause they all fall down (down)~:~:~
Draco returned to HermioneÕs apartment looking very good. He was wearing dark jeans and a black shirt and he couldnÕt help but look at himself in the mirror. HeÕd always been that way, and he wasnÕt going to stop now.
He was anxious about tonight. He had no idea why heÕd asked her to go out with him. HeÕd never liked her before, there was just something entrancing about her. She was different then he remembered. Or maybe she was the same, and he was different and had never really gotten to know her. He knew heÕd just judged her based on a stereotype.
He heard a tiny, ÒAhemÓ, behind him and he turned. Hermione looked fucking fantastic! She was wearing a black, tight halter dress very unlike her. The back was very low and her hair was down in wavy tendrils. The dress clung to every curve beautifully and in know hid her very curvaceous but amazing body.
ÒWow,Ó was all Draco could muster.
Hermione giggled girlishly and smiled. She walked over to him. He held out his arm and Hermione took it, smiling even wider to herself. This should be fun!
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ÒTell me,Ó Hermione said in the middle of dinner, ÒWhat append to your whole ÔI hate MugglebornsÕ motto?Ó A piece of hair had fallen over her eye and Draco subconsciously tucked it behind her ear. She looked a little startled, but smiled embarrassedly nonetheless. Her cheeks turned pink.
ÒI guess. . . IÕve changed,Ó Draco said, while looking down at his food. He took a sip of wine and continued, ÒI mean IÕm still the same person, only IÕve grown up. IÕve realized what a stupid git my father was.Ó
ÒAbout time.Ó Hermione mused. Draco grinned.
~:~:~Can't you see through this disguise?
Find the little boy inside~:~:~
ÒSo,Ó Hermione whispered in his ear as they walked home hand in hand, ÒHas the pureblood fallen for the mudblood?Ó She smirked devilishly. TheyÕd just had a fabulous night. They laughed like old friends, and spoke of countless adventured theyÕd had at Hogwarts.
ÒIndeed he has. But has the mudblood not fallen for the pureblood?Ó Draco whispered cheekily back. Hermione blushed a kissed him on the cheek. He took that as a yes and stopped walking.
ÒIÕm scared.Ó
ÒWhat?Ó Hermione laughed.
ÒI am. IÕve never been in love before.Ó
Hermione looked at him. Through his eyes, she saw a mirror of herself. Her scared eyes were reflected in his. She realized then that sheÕd never really been in love either. She let her eyes drop to the floor and blinked uncomfortably, ÒI donÕt know what to tell you.Ó She said quietly.
ÒAs long as I know youÕll come along for the ride, then IÕm okay.Ó
ÒIÕll be there. Of course.Ó
~:~:~I'm afraid of falling
Love is pain and now she's calling~:~:~
They looked into each otherÕs eyes, broken mirrors of each otherÕs souls. Hermione felt her knees give and she dropped, pulling Draco with her.
~:~:~Cause they all fall down (down)
Yeah, yeah, I'm what you've always wanted
Cause they all fall down (down)
Yeah, yeah, I'm what you've always wanted~:~:~
A/N OMG! Everyone applaud me! IÕm finally done! Jeez! After so long too! And guess what? I got one of my poems into a book and IÕm a semi finalist for a competition. YÕall better be applauding! LOL. JK. Love you all and PLEASE REVIEW!
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