AN: your basic Draco/Hermione fluff. Set to "Someday" by Nickelback. I own neither the song, or the characters. Damn. (~*~ indicates the song. I'm trying to do italics. Bear with me here.)
SOMEDAY, I WILL
"Look, stop. No! What the hell are you doing?" Draco grabbed a t-shirt from Hermione's grasp.
"I'm leaving." Hermione took back the t-shirt and stuffed it into her bag roughly. Draco stood, dumbfounded.
" Why?" he asked, helplessly.
"Because, Draco, your father hates me, your mother seems pissed whenever I walk through the door of your house, and you pretend you hate me because you don't want any of your fucking friends to know you have feelings for me!"
~*~How the hell did we wind up like this?
Why weren't we able
To see the signs that we missed
And try turn the tables
I wish you'd unclench your fists, and unpack your suitcase
Lately there's been too much of this
But don't think it's too late
Nothing's wrong, just as long as
You know that someday I will~*~
She continued packing, sniffing occasionally as she did so. She picked up a baggy shirt, and handed it to Draco.
"Here. It's yours. You left it in my room a few nights ago." He took it and looked at Hermione. She was bent over her suitcase, keeping her eyes down, and attempting to cover her sobs up with coughs.
"Hermione, do we really have to do this? I can try harder. I'll make Dad see. I promise."
~*~Someday, somehow
I'm gonna make it all right but not right now
I know you're wondering when
(You're the only one who knows that)
Someday, somehow
I'm gonna make it all right but not right now
I know you're wondering when~*~
She turned around sharply. "You've said that every time I go around to your house to meet your parents. Every night, after dinner, you promise me you'll get your father to change. But I'm still waiting for that day." She walked over to the phone, and dialed a number. Draco walked away, and heard her say, "Hello? Hi, I'm Hermione Granger, and I was calling to see about movers…"
~*~Well I'd hope that since we're here anyway
That we could end up saying
Things we've always needed to say
So we could end up staying
Now the story's played out like this
Just like a paperback novel
Let's rewrite an ending that fits
Instead of a Hollywood horror~*~
He walked into her room. They shared an inexpensive flat in London, and although they had been dating since their graduation from Hogwarts, they had separate bedrooms. Not that they usually stayed in them, of course. He looked at the emptiness. It was hard to believe that just two nights ago, they had slept in that bed, on that mattress which was currently pushed against the wall. He held the shirt up to his face, and smelled it. It smelled of Hermione, powdery, flowery, and soft.
"What are you doing here? Why are you in my room?" Draco turned around to see Hermione. Her eyes were red-rimmed, her hair was messy, but she still looked so…perfect.
"I was reminiscing," Draco said with his signature smirk. "Where are you going to stay while you look for a flat?"
"Maya said she would let me stay at her place for a while. Just while I get myself together and find a flat." Hermione turned towards the bookshelf and tried to reach a glass vase on the top shelf.
"Here, let me help." Draco picked the vase up. "Be careful with that. I bought you that for your 18th birthday," he warned.
"I know. That was the night you took me to a bar and got me drunk. But most importantly, that was the night when I gave myself to you," she said softly.
"I remember." Draco took her hands and pulled her down so she was sitting on the floor.
~*~Nothing's wrong, just as long as
You know that someday I will
Someday, somehow
I'm gonna make it all right but not right now
I know you're wondering when
(You're the only one who knows that)
Someday, somehow
I'm gonna make it all right but not right now
I know you're wondering when
(You're the only one who knows that)~*~
"Draco." Hermione let go of his hands and stood up. "We can't do this. Leaving is hard enough to do. I don't want to make it harder or more painful." He stood up and stepped in front of her.
"Just give me one more chance. Please. I'll try really hard." He looked so vulnerable, so weak. "I need you to keep me alive."
Hermione surveyed him, her face softening. Draco thought she was going to give in.
"The movers arrive in an hour. I think it'd be best if you let me do the packing. Alone. Go take a walk or something. Go down the pub. I just need to be alone right now."
~*~How the hell did we wind up like this?
Why weren't we able
To see the signs that we missed
And try to turn the tables
Now the story's played out like this
Just like a paperback novel
Let's rewrite an ending that fits
Instead of a Hollywood horror~*~
Draco's face turned stony, and he felt like grabbing Hermione by the shoulders and shaking her. But then he saw her eyes. Those deep, honey eyes. She put her head down so her hair fell over her face. She looked up again.
"Please, Draco. I need to be on my own," she whispered. He nodded, picked up his coat, and headed out of the door. Once he was outside, Hermione burst into tears.
"I wish I didn't have to do this. I still love him." She cried so hard, wishing it was all a dream, and that she'd wake up, wrapped in his arms, with his breath on her neck and his strong arms around her waist. But she knew it was never going to happen.
~*~Nothing's wrong, just as long as
You know that someday I will
Someday, somehow
I'm gonna make it all right but not right now
I know you're wondering when
(You're the only one who knows that)
Someday, somehow
I'm gonna make it all right but not right now
I know you're wondering when
(You're the only one who knows that)
I know you're wondering when
(You're the only one who knows that)
I know you're wondering when~*~
SOMEDAY, I WILL
"Look, stop. No! What the hell are you doing?" Draco grabbed a t-shirt from Hermione's grasp.
"I'm leaving." Hermione took back the t-shirt and stuffed it into her bag roughly. Draco stood, dumbfounded.
" Why?" he asked, helplessly.
"Because, Draco, your father hates me, your mother seems pissed whenever I walk through the door of your house, and you pretend you hate me because you don't want any of your fucking friends to know you have feelings for me!"
~*~How the hell did we wind up like this?
Why weren't we able
To see the signs that we missed
And try turn the tables
I wish you'd unclench your fists, and unpack your suitcase
Lately there's been too much of this
But don't think it's too late
Nothing's wrong, just as long as
You know that someday I will~*~
She continued packing, sniffing occasionally as she did so. She picked up a baggy shirt, and handed it to Draco.
"Here. It's yours. You left it in my room a few nights ago." He took it and looked at Hermione. She was bent over her suitcase, keeping her eyes down, and attempting to cover her sobs up with coughs.
"Hermione, do we really have to do this? I can try harder. I'll make Dad see. I promise."
~*~Someday, somehow
I'm gonna make it all right but not right now
I know you're wondering when
(You're the only one who knows that)
Someday, somehow
I'm gonna make it all right but not right now
I know you're wondering when~*~
She turned around sharply. "You've said that every time I go around to your house to meet your parents. Every night, after dinner, you promise me you'll get your father to change. But I'm still waiting for that day." She walked over to the phone, and dialed a number. Draco walked away, and heard her say, "Hello? Hi, I'm Hermione Granger, and I was calling to see about movers…"
~*~Well I'd hope that since we're here anyway
That we could end up saying
Things we've always needed to say
So we could end up staying
Now the story's played out like this
Just like a paperback novel
Let's rewrite an ending that fits
Instead of a Hollywood horror~*~
He walked into her room. They shared an inexpensive flat in London, and although they had been dating since their graduation from Hogwarts, they had separate bedrooms. Not that they usually stayed in them, of course. He looked at the emptiness. It was hard to believe that just two nights ago, they had slept in that bed, on that mattress which was currently pushed against the wall. He held the shirt up to his face, and smelled it. It smelled of Hermione, powdery, flowery, and soft.
"What are you doing here? Why are you in my room?" Draco turned around to see Hermione. Her eyes were red-rimmed, her hair was messy, but she still looked so…perfect.
"I was reminiscing," Draco said with his signature smirk. "Where are you going to stay while you look for a flat?"
"Maya said she would let me stay at her place for a while. Just while I get myself together and find a flat." Hermione turned towards the bookshelf and tried to reach a glass vase on the top shelf.
"Here, let me help." Draco picked the vase up. "Be careful with that. I bought you that for your 18th birthday," he warned.
"I know. That was the night you took me to a bar and got me drunk. But most importantly, that was the night when I gave myself to you," she said softly.
"I remember." Draco took her hands and pulled her down so she was sitting on the floor.
~*~Nothing's wrong, just as long as
You know that someday I will
Someday, somehow
I'm gonna make it all right but not right now
I know you're wondering when
(You're the only one who knows that)
Someday, somehow
I'm gonna make it all right but not right now
I know you're wondering when
(You're the only one who knows that)~*~
"Draco." Hermione let go of his hands and stood up. "We can't do this. Leaving is hard enough to do. I don't want to make it harder or more painful." He stood up and stepped in front of her.
"Just give me one more chance. Please. I'll try really hard." He looked so vulnerable, so weak. "I need you to keep me alive."
Hermione surveyed him, her face softening. Draco thought she was going to give in.
"The movers arrive in an hour. I think it'd be best if you let me do the packing. Alone. Go take a walk or something. Go down the pub. I just need to be alone right now."
~*~How the hell did we wind up like this?
Why weren't we able
To see the signs that we missed
And try to turn the tables
Now the story's played out like this
Just like a paperback novel
Let's rewrite an ending that fits
Instead of a Hollywood horror~*~
Draco's face turned stony, and he felt like grabbing Hermione by the shoulders and shaking her. But then he saw her eyes. Those deep, honey eyes. She put her head down so her hair fell over her face. She looked up again.
"Please, Draco. I need to be on my own," she whispered. He nodded, picked up his coat, and headed out of the door. Once he was outside, Hermione burst into tears.
"I wish I didn't have to do this. I still love him." She cried so hard, wishing it was all a dream, and that she'd wake up, wrapped in his arms, with his breath on her neck and his strong arms around her waist. But she knew it was never going to happen.
~*~Nothing's wrong, just as long as
You know that someday I will
Someday, somehow
I'm gonna make it all right but not right now
I know you're wondering when
(You're the only one who knows that)
Someday, somehow
I'm gonna make it all right but not right now
I know you're wondering when
(You're the only one who knows that)
I know you're wondering when
(You're the only one who knows that)
I know you're wondering when~*~