Author's Note: I don't really like the Draco/Hermione pair up (I have
nothing against it though), but when I heard this song it made me think of
that. So if you like Draco/Hermione or if you like the song, or Lily/James
couple, or you're just browsing or whatever, read this. Thank you, :D!!
I have decided this takes place in 6th year for Draco and Hermione. So that there can be struggle and angst in 7th year(if I ever write that.) Lily and James are in 7th.
Disclaimer: I own 'ze plot, noh-sing else, I sware!
If you're not the one then why does my soul feel glad today? If you're not the one then why does my hand fit yours this way?
The crowd swirled past Draco, moving, moving, people rushing about to get to their classes on time. And Draco stood in their midst, not caring about classes, about being late, only watching the people go by. Observing everything with his cold, stone face and ice eyes.
Then a hand brushed against his, abruptly grasping it. Draco turned and saw her standing beside him, a few inches shorter than him, the perfect height. Her perfect brown eyes looked up at him from her beautiful face, which was framed by a fluffy cloud of hair. She smiled at him, and his heart leapt in his chest. He inclined his head toward her, his face like rock. But inside he was smiling so wide it hurt. She squeezed his hand before the crowd swept her away, hurrying to her next class, never one to be late. He watched her till she was torn from his view, buried by their classmates.
Hermione. Her name sang through his mind. Her name, her voice, her face, it was all he could think of. Even Snape had commented on how his mind wandered lately. But he simply kept his face stony. When he was with Hermione though, his feelings threatened to spill out into the room where anyone could know. Draco knew that someday soon he would have to find time alone with her to tell...to try to explain what it was he felt whenever she was near. To tell her what he thought about when she wasn't. But a doubt nagged him always. The Doubt. What if she didn't feel the same?
Over the year Draco and Hermione had grown closer. They had gone from hating absolute enemies to friends. Good friends, even. Draco had no idea when he began have romantic feelings toward her. Who had ever heard of a Gryffindor and a Slytherin falling in love? No one, as far as Draco knew. And so far no one knew about the two of them. That was the way Draco was going to keep it.
If you are not mine then why does your heart return my call? If you are not mine would I have the strength to stand at all?
James met Lily just outside the Arithmancy room as the lesson ended. They walked to the Great Hall together; lunch was beginning to appear on the golden serving platters. As they sat down Sirius and Remus came bouncing in, smelling of the outdoors. They sat across from Lily and James and immediately began heaping their plates with food. Cold, late-November air drafted about the four as more hungry students entered the Great Hall.
The friends sat noisily eating, talking back and forth. Sirius showed James a new spell outline he had been working on during lessons. James pointed out a few technical flaws in the spell mechanics, all the while arguing Quidditch strategies with his friend. All too soon lunch was over, and the four wouldn't be together until Transfiguration, two lessons away.
In the corridor James and Lily were about to go to their separate classes when Lily suddenly back to give his hand quick squeeze. A/N: they're not hugging/kissing cuz there's teachers in that hall, and um, there'd be trouble if they did. She smiled at him and he grinned back, eyes flashing behind his glasses. Then they both hurried away to class. James' next two classes were made bearable by the thought of Lily smiling at him. Life was good he knew. Sirius and Remus were always ready for an adventure, Lily was his girlfriend, and he was learning the most amazing spells here at Hogwarts.
I never know what the future brings
But I know you are here with me now. We'll make it through And I hope you are the one I share my life with.
Draco stood waiting on a back staircase. He stared out the window at the lake, savoring the silence; the entire time he had stood on the stairs not a single person had gone by. He had come several minutes early to try to compose his thoughts.
There was a noise behind him and he turned to see Hermione coming down the stairs toward him. She joined him at the window, looking at the water. He was looking at her.
"Thank you for coming," he said. "I wasn't sure would after what I said last time."
"I wasn't sure I could after last time. But I've been thinking a lot about what you told me. And I only have one thing to say." Hermione was looking out the window all the while she said this. Her expressionless tone bit Draco deep. Now she turned to him. "I love you too, Draco Malfoy."
She was smiling at him. He smiled back, extremely relieved. They sat on the stairs, holding hands and talking. As they sat Draco found himself wishing the moment could last.
"Ow! Draco?" Hermione exclaimed.
"What?" he said stupidly, as if he were waking up.
"You're squeezing my hand really hard."
"Sorry," he said immediately, letting go.
"What was that about?" she asked.
"Nothing," he said shortly. He looked away.
"Typical Slytherin answer," said Hermione teasingly. "What were you thinking about?"
Draco didn't say anything for a minute. "How are we going to keep this going, Hermione?" he asked in reply.
Before she could say anything he went on. "Slytherins and Gryffindors never get together. Can you stand sneaking around so no one your house knows? Or if you tell your friends, if you tell," here his gut clenched, "Potter and Weasley about us will they believe you? Will they accept it? Or are they going to make your life a living hell?"
"What about you and the Slytherins?"
"That doesn't matter. I can take care of myself. What about you? Do you want to go on with this?"
"Would I be sitting here with you otherwise? Besides, I think, given time, Ron and Harry could be brought around to the idea. Probably. And if they aren't, who cares? It doesn't matter."
"There's a slightly larger problem than your friends." Hermione looked at him questioningly. "My father."
"Oh." There was silence for several moments. It was Hermione who finally broke it. "Just what kind of a problem is he?" she asked.
Draco sighed. "You already know some things about him. He's a Death Eater. And he believes every Malfoy should follow in our fathers' footsteps. So you can imagine that he'll be just thrilled about this."
"A Malfoy in love with a Mudblood."
"Exactly. That's why I can't tell the Slytherins either. Someone would write and tell him, and then there'd be trouble."
"What would he do?"
"Come and see me. I might be able to lie about it, pretend it was just a practical joke. But if he doesn't believe me...." Draco trailed off.
"What would he do to you?"
"I'm not entirely sure. I'm more worried about what he'd do to you."
"What if we just keep it a secret for now? Your father won't know, and we can figure out what to do when he does. I'm going to tell Ron and Harry soon; I can't keep a secret like this from them. But I can guarantee that they won't tell any Slytherins."
Draco opened his mouth to say something more, but at that moment the spiral staircase creaked somewhere above them. Voices drifted down: Professors Dumbledore and Snape.
Draco and Hermione looked at each other, stupified and frozen for precious seconds. Then they gathered their wits and raced down the stairs as quietly as they could. Separating, they made for their common rooms, not daring to look at each other.
I don't want to run away, but I can't take it, I don't understand.
If I'm not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am?
Is there any way that I can stay in your arms?
Hermione arrived at the Gryffindor common room with a composed face and a disorderly heap of thoughts. She went to the dormitory to get her homework, then made her way to the corner of the common room where Harry and Ron sat.
"Where have you been?" Ron asked as she dropped her things on the table. "The library, I suppose."
Hermione got out her work and didn't say anything. Ron looked at Harry who shrugged and went back to his Transfiguration homework. The evening passed in much the same way, with Harry and Ron eventually settling down to a game of wizard's chess.
I have decided this takes place in 6th year for Draco and Hermione. So that there can be struggle and angst in 7th year(if I ever write that.) Lily and James are in 7th.
Disclaimer: I own 'ze plot, noh-sing else, I sware!
If you're not the one then why does my soul feel glad today? If you're not the one then why does my hand fit yours this way?
The crowd swirled past Draco, moving, moving, people rushing about to get to their classes on time. And Draco stood in their midst, not caring about classes, about being late, only watching the people go by. Observing everything with his cold, stone face and ice eyes.
Then a hand brushed against his, abruptly grasping it. Draco turned and saw her standing beside him, a few inches shorter than him, the perfect height. Her perfect brown eyes looked up at him from her beautiful face, which was framed by a fluffy cloud of hair. She smiled at him, and his heart leapt in his chest. He inclined his head toward her, his face like rock. But inside he was smiling so wide it hurt. She squeezed his hand before the crowd swept her away, hurrying to her next class, never one to be late. He watched her till she was torn from his view, buried by their classmates.
Hermione. Her name sang through his mind. Her name, her voice, her face, it was all he could think of. Even Snape had commented on how his mind wandered lately. But he simply kept his face stony. When he was with Hermione though, his feelings threatened to spill out into the room where anyone could know. Draco knew that someday soon he would have to find time alone with her to tell...to try to explain what it was he felt whenever she was near. To tell her what he thought about when she wasn't. But a doubt nagged him always. The Doubt. What if she didn't feel the same?
Over the year Draco and Hermione had grown closer. They had gone from hating absolute enemies to friends. Good friends, even. Draco had no idea when he began have romantic feelings toward her. Who had ever heard of a Gryffindor and a Slytherin falling in love? No one, as far as Draco knew. And so far no one knew about the two of them. That was the way Draco was going to keep it.
If you are not mine then why does your heart return my call? If you are not mine would I have the strength to stand at all?
James met Lily just outside the Arithmancy room as the lesson ended. They walked to the Great Hall together; lunch was beginning to appear on the golden serving platters. As they sat down Sirius and Remus came bouncing in, smelling of the outdoors. They sat across from Lily and James and immediately began heaping their plates with food. Cold, late-November air drafted about the four as more hungry students entered the Great Hall.
The friends sat noisily eating, talking back and forth. Sirius showed James a new spell outline he had been working on during lessons. James pointed out a few technical flaws in the spell mechanics, all the while arguing Quidditch strategies with his friend. All too soon lunch was over, and the four wouldn't be together until Transfiguration, two lessons away.
In the corridor James and Lily were about to go to their separate classes when Lily suddenly back to give his hand quick squeeze. A/N: they're not hugging/kissing cuz there's teachers in that hall, and um, there'd be trouble if they did. She smiled at him and he grinned back, eyes flashing behind his glasses. Then they both hurried away to class. James' next two classes were made bearable by the thought of Lily smiling at him. Life was good he knew. Sirius and Remus were always ready for an adventure, Lily was his girlfriend, and he was learning the most amazing spells here at Hogwarts.
I never know what the future brings
But I know you are here with me now. We'll make it through And I hope you are the one I share my life with.
Draco stood waiting on a back staircase. He stared out the window at the lake, savoring the silence; the entire time he had stood on the stairs not a single person had gone by. He had come several minutes early to try to compose his thoughts.
There was a noise behind him and he turned to see Hermione coming down the stairs toward him. She joined him at the window, looking at the water. He was looking at her.
"Thank you for coming," he said. "I wasn't sure would after what I said last time."
"I wasn't sure I could after last time. But I've been thinking a lot about what you told me. And I only have one thing to say." Hermione was looking out the window all the while she said this. Her expressionless tone bit Draco deep. Now she turned to him. "I love you too, Draco Malfoy."
She was smiling at him. He smiled back, extremely relieved. They sat on the stairs, holding hands and talking. As they sat Draco found himself wishing the moment could last.
"Ow! Draco?" Hermione exclaimed.
"What?" he said stupidly, as if he were waking up.
"You're squeezing my hand really hard."
"Sorry," he said immediately, letting go.
"What was that about?" she asked.
"Nothing," he said shortly. He looked away.
"Typical Slytherin answer," said Hermione teasingly. "What were you thinking about?"
Draco didn't say anything for a minute. "How are we going to keep this going, Hermione?" he asked in reply.
Before she could say anything he went on. "Slytherins and Gryffindors never get together. Can you stand sneaking around so no one your house knows? Or if you tell your friends, if you tell," here his gut clenched, "Potter and Weasley about us will they believe you? Will they accept it? Or are they going to make your life a living hell?"
"What about you and the Slytherins?"
"That doesn't matter. I can take care of myself. What about you? Do you want to go on with this?"
"Would I be sitting here with you otherwise? Besides, I think, given time, Ron and Harry could be brought around to the idea. Probably. And if they aren't, who cares? It doesn't matter."
"There's a slightly larger problem than your friends." Hermione looked at him questioningly. "My father."
"Oh." There was silence for several moments. It was Hermione who finally broke it. "Just what kind of a problem is he?" she asked.
Draco sighed. "You already know some things about him. He's a Death Eater. And he believes every Malfoy should follow in our fathers' footsteps. So you can imagine that he'll be just thrilled about this."
"A Malfoy in love with a Mudblood."
"Exactly. That's why I can't tell the Slytherins either. Someone would write and tell him, and then there'd be trouble."
"What would he do?"
"Come and see me. I might be able to lie about it, pretend it was just a practical joke. But if he doesn't believe me...." Draco trailed off.
"What would he do to you?"
"I'm not entirely sure. I'm more worried about what he'd do to you."
"What if we just keep it a secret for now? Your father won't know, and we can figure out what to do when he does. I'm going to tell Ron and Harry soon; I can't keep a secret like this from them. But I can guarantee that they won't tell any Slytherins."
Draco opened his mouth to say something more, but at that moment the spiral staircase creaked somewhere above them. Voices drifted down: Professors Dumbledore and Snape.
Draco and Hermione looked at each other, stupified and frozen for precious seconds. Then they gathered their wits and raced down the stairs as quietly as they could. Separating, they made for their common rooms, not daring to look at each other.
I don't want to run away, but I can't take it, I don't understand.
If I'm not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am?
Is there any way that I can stay in your arms?
Hermione arrived at the Gryffindor common room with a composed face and a disorderly heap of thoughts. She went to the dormitory to get her homework, then made her way to the corner of the common room where Harry and Ron sat.
"Where have you been?" Ron asked as she dropped her things on the table. "The library, I suppose."
Hermione got out her work and didn't say anything. Ron looked at Harry who shrugged and went back to his Transfiguration homework. The evening passed in much the same way, with Harry and Ron eventually settling down to a game of wizard's chess.
