Wonderwall
By tearsofher
Disclaimer: don't own characters, just plot.
THANK YOU
'Love be still
Love be sweet
Don't you dare
Change a thing
I want to photograph you in my mind
To feel how I feel now all the time
Chorus: Say that you'll stay
Forever this way
Forever and forever
That we'll never have to change
Don't move Don't breathe
Don't change
Don't leave
And promise me
Say that you'll stay
We'll stay
This way
I get afraid
Don't think ahead
Let's just stay
This way in bed
Feels so good inside your arms
Home is everywhere that you are.
Chorus.
Don't move
Don't breathe
Don't change Don't leave Promise me We'll always be This kind, this sweet This good to me Promise me We'll always be
Chorus.'
-'This Way'
by Jewel.
This Way
Draco smiled, watching Hermione's sleeping form beside him. His arms were still around her warm, naked body, and he couldn't help but smile at his memory from last night. He had never felt that way before, so passionate and intense, the room feeling so hot as if it were on fire. He remembered hearing Hermione's moans and whimpers from underneath him, urging him to go on. His arm around her tightened, the heat of her bare skin seemed to be warming every inch of his skin, then seeping in deeper where even the sun's rays could not reach or warm.
His eyes trailed her features, her closed eyes to her soft, moist lips. He raised his hand, and tucked a stray curl behind her ear, adoration in his eyes. She didn't know how she could be so beautiful at every second of everyday, from the midst of the hours of darkness to when the sun shone through the windows. He could hear her soft, shallow breaths, unknown to her that he was watching her, all the reasons rushing back of why he loved her, and what he loved about her. He smiled, his silver eyes sparkling.
He loved the way she bit her lip when she was nervous, or deep in thought. He loved the way her voice got quiet when he was around her, and the way her eyes lit up when she found favor in something. He loved the way her brown eyes sparkled, the way her mouth curved into such a stunning smile that made him breathless. He loved the way she said his name, the way she laughed, the sound of her graceful laugh as it rang in his ears. He loved the way her soft lips felt against his, and the feeling she gave him when she was near. He loved the warmth that filled his soul when he held her, and the sudden frantic buzzing of his nerves when she touched him. He loved the way concern flickered in her eyes, when she knew something wasn't right. He loved the way his heart would beat harder and faster, when he would get lost in her eyes. He loved the feeling of happiness and satisfaction when he was with her, knowing he wouldn't want to be anywhere else.
He loved everything about her. He loved everything she made him feel. He loved everything she did to him.
He stroked her hair, gently. Hermione stirred, and her eyes fluttered open, as she moved to the side where Draco was. She smiled at him, as his hand froze in her hair. Her eyes sparkled from the sunbeams that had managed to slip out the heavy curtains. But her smile got even wider as she remembered last night. Draco pulled her closer, their naked bodies once again in contact, skin to skin. She raised her hand and placed it upon his cheek.
"I never got to tell you," she whispered to him. " That I love you too."
Draco smiled, and leaned down to kiss her, his loose hair managing to tickle Hermione's forehead. But she forgot all about the tickling feeling, as his lips pressed against hers, and she was just amazed at how his breath stayed so fresh and minty. She felt her hands once again entwine in his silky hair, as he deepened the kiss, just managing to invite the memories, sensations and intense passion from last night. They pulled back slowly, and Hermione rested her head on his chest, wrapping her arms around his waist. His skin felt smooth and warm underneath her fingertips. Draco pressed his lips softly on her forehead, as she closed her eyes.
"You were wonderful," he whispered to her, as he held her closer, the loose strands of his hair brushing against her cheek. Hermione just smiled, her fingertips cold but blistering on top of his smooth skin, remembering it all. She remembered the way his name had just rolled off her tongue, and trying to bite her tongue to keep herself from screaming. The air had been so hot and humid; her breaths so heavy and hard. Her skin had seemed to be smoldering underneath him, grazed with sweat. She remembered the sensation that had built up inside of her, and trying to suppress from making so much noise; she felt as if her lungs were about to burst. She could still feel the moisture from his kisses on her bare skin, from his mouth that had trailed down and traveled. She had felt her fingers digging into his back, but he made no complaint. They were both so lost; they had vanished from this world.
She remembered feeling exhaustion sweep over her, but not willing to stop. Until she could feel her limbs tired and aching, her body spent. He gave her one last kiss, his sweet taste still lingering in her mouth as he kissed her forehead gently, before they both lay on their backs, the cotton sheets icy but burning into their flesh. He snaked his arms around her, and held her close, until they had both drifted off.
She still remembered the last words he had said to her that night, and however he may be redundant, she could never forget it or tire of it.
"I love you," he had whispered to her, breathlessly. But before she could mumble a response back to him, they had both retired into a restful sleep, in each other's arms.
"What are your plans for today?" He asked her, softly.
"Staying here. With you," she whispered. Which was too true than she could claim. She wanted to stay in his arms, stay with him, for where he was, was where her heart was rooted. She didn't want to get up, and walk out into the echoing corridors that seemed to make her fears and worries bigger. In his arms was where she belonged. Where she longed to stay for eternity. It was in his arms she thought everything had finally gone right; so perfect. She found comfort, safety, satisfaction and happiness in him. Being with him sent her into a blissful state, hypnotized and trapped inside his strong arms and silver, deep gaze. Where else could she ever want to be?
"Are you sure?" he chuckled, lightly.
"You want me to leave, then?" She asked him, faking a sad tone. He wrapped his arms around her tighter, pressing her skin against his.
"You, here with me?" He said, grinning. He tilted her chin up with his hand, staring into her brown eyes. He smiled, his silver eyes dancing.
"I wouldn't have it any other way."
By tearsofher
Disclaimer: don't own characters, just plot.
THANK YOU
'Love be still
Love be sweet
Don't you dare
Change a thing
I want to photograph you in my mind
To feel how I feel now all the time
Chorus: Say that you'll stay
Forever this way
Forever and forever
That we'll never have to change
Don't move Don't breathe
Don't change
Don't leave
And promise me
Say that you'll stay
We'll stay
This way
I get afraid
Don't think ahead
Let's just stay
This way in bed
Feels so good inside your arms
Home is everywhere that you are.
Chorus.
Don't move
Don't breathe
Don't change Don't leave Promise me We'll always be This kind, this sweet This good to me Promise me We'll always be
Chorus.'
-'This Way'
by Jewel.
This Way
Draco smiled, watching Hermione's sleeping form beside him. His arms were still around her warm, naked body, and he couldn't help but smile at his memory from last night. He had never felt that way before, so passionate and intense, the room feeling so hot as if it were on fire. He remembered hearing Hermione's moans and whimpers from underneath him, urging him to go on. His arm around her tightened, the heat of her bare skin seemed to be warming every inch of his skin, then seeping in deeper where even the sun's rays could not reach or warm.
His eyes trailed her features, her closed eyes to her soft, moist lips. He raised his hand, and tucked a stray curl behind her ear, adoration in his eyes. She didn't know how she could be so beautiful at every second of everyday, from the midst of the hours of darkness to when the sun shone through the windows. He could hear her soft, shallow breaths, unknown to her that he was watching her, all the reasons rushing back of why he loved her, and what he loved about her. He smiled, his silver eyes sparkling.
He loved the way she bit her lip when she was nervous, or deep in thought. He loved the way her voice got quiet when he was around her, and the way her eyes lit up when she found favor in something. He loved the way her brown eyes sparkled, the way her mouth curved into such a stunning smile that made him breathless. He loved the way she said his name, the way she laughed, the sound of her graceful laugh as it rang in his ears. He loved the way her soft lips felt against his, and the feeling she gave him when she was near. He loved the warmth that filled his soul when he held her, and the sudden frantic buzzing of his nerves when she touched him. He loved the way concern flickered in her eyes, when she knew something wasn't right. He loved the way his heart would beat harder and faster, when he would get lost in her eyes. He loved the feeling of happiness and satisfaction when he was with her, knowing he wouldn't want to be anywhere else.
He loved everything about her. He loved everything she made him feel. He loved everything she did to him.
He stroked her hair, gently. Hermione stirred, and her eyes fluttered open, as she moved to the side where Draco was. She smiled at him, as his hand froze in her hair. Her eyes sparkled from the sunbeams that had managed to slip out the heavy curtains. But her smile got even wider as she remembered last night. Draco pulled her closer, their naked bodies once again in contact, skin to skin. She raised her hand and placed it upon his cheek.
"I never got to tell you," she whispered to him. " That I love you too."
Draco smiled, and leaned down to kiss her, his loose hair managing to tickle Hermione's forehead. But she forgot all about the tickling feeling, as his lips pressed against hers, and she was just amazed at how his breath stayed so fresh and minty. She felt her hands once again entwine in his silky hair, as he deepened the kiss, just managing to invite the memories, sensations and intense passion from last night. They pulled back slowly, and Hermione rested her head on his chest, wrapping her arms around his waist. His skin felt smooth and warm underneath her fingertips. Draco pressed his lips softly on her forehead, as she closed her eyes.
"You were wonderful," he whispered to her, as he held her closer, the loose strands of his hair brushing against her cheek. Hermione just smiled, her fingertips cold but blistering on top of his smooth skin, remembering it all. She remembered the way his name had just rolled off her tongue, and trying to bite her tongue to keep herself from screaming. The air had been so hot and humid; her breaths so heavy and hard. Her skin had seemed to be smoldering underneath him, grazed with sweat. She remembered the sensation that had built up inside of her, and trying to suppress from making so much noise; she felt as if her lungs were about to burst. She could still feel the moisture from his kisses on her bare skin, from his mouth that had trailed down and traveled. She had felt her fingers digging into his back, but he made no complaint. They were both so lost; they had vanished from this world.
She remembered feeling exhaustion sweep over her, but not willing to stop. Until she could feel her limbs tired and aching, her body spent. He gave her one last kiss, his sweet taste still lingering in her mouth as he kissed her forehead gently, before they both lay on their backs, the cotton sheets icy but burning into their flesh. He snaked his arms around her, and held her close, until they had both drifted off.
She still remembered the last words he had said to her that night, and however he may be redundant, she could never forget it or tire of it.
"I love you," he had whispered to her, breathlessly. But before she could mumble a response back to him, they had both retired into a restful sleep, in each other's arms.
"What are your plans for today?" He asked her, softly.
"Staying here. With you," she whispered. Which was too true than she could claim. She wanted to stay in his arms, stay with him, for where he was, was where her heart was rooted. She didn't want to get up, and walk out into the echoing corridors that seemed to make her fears and worries bigger. In his arms was where she belonged. Where she longed to stay for eternity. It was in his arms she thought everything had finally gone right; so perfect. She found comfort, safety, satisfaction and happiness in him. Being with him sent her into a blissful state, hypnotized and trapped inside his strong arms and silver, deep gaze. Where else could she ever want to be?
"Are you sure?" he chuckled, lightly.
"You want me to leave, then?" She asked him, faking a sad tone. He wrapped his arms around her tighter, pressing her skin against his.
"You, here with me?" He said, grinning. He tilted her chin up with his hand, staring into her brown eyes. He smiled, his silver eyes dancing.
"I wouldn't have it any other way."