Fitting Pieces.
Hermione sat in the large, round couch, in the corner of the common room. The lights were out, and she could hear the slight beating of Draco's heart. Her head laid on his chest, as it rose and fell with each sleepy breath. He emitted a light snore in his sleep, while Hermione's brain raced, trying to find logic in today's events. She, assumed muggle born, Hermione Granger turned out not to be who she though she was. She was a lie. Hermione Granger didn't exist. Draco Malfoy Didn't exist. They were just a mirage. A figment of the worlds over active imagination. She felt a tug at her heart strings. She and he were together, non-existent. She knew she loved him, and he obviously felt something for her or else he wouldn't be sitting here, laying with her like this. Arms around her shoulders, chests rising together, hearts beating together. Her mind slowed down, her eyes began to droop, and her heart began to pitter patter.
Draco woke the next morning, and instantly smelt the sweet sent of Vanilla. Hermione's hair brushed against his face, as she shifted slightly. How they had slept here all night, he didn't know, but he liked it. She shifted more, and her chocolate brown eyes fluttered open. Draco noticed that her lashes opened up to her eyes, like the wings of an angel. She looked up at him, his dark eyes were nothing but shadows on his milky white face. She loved those shadows. She sat up, and felt heat rush to her face. Last night she had been confused. He comforted her, and she let her guard down. She let herself think she loved him. 'But you do,' whispered the dark voice in her head. 'You always have. You want to grown old with him, have kids with him. Rule Olympus with him-' it continued. Hermione smiled to herself, catching Draco's attention instantly.
"What are you so happy about?" He said, smiling slightly. Hermione shrugged slightly.
"Nothing really. Anyways, I better go take my shower, or do you want to go first?" she asked him airily. His smile broadened at her happy tone.
"No love, you can go first," he said, lounging back in his seat. She smiled inwardly. He called her 'love'. She kissed him slightly on the lips, and went off to her room to get her clothes for the day. As she searched through her closet, she found a note, pinned to one of her favorite dresses.
'Hermione,
Since I will be taking you out today, I want to see you wear this. It would accent your eyes wonderfully.
Love Always,
Draco.' she smiled. The dress was one that she had received from her biological counterparts, for her 16th birthday. It was blood red, with black Mexican mesh over top of it. It had thin little straps, and a very low v-neck, and it was short. She couldn't wear a bra with it, since the back of the top half, was black see through mesh. She grabbed the note off, and sat it next to her jewelry box. The forest green parchment stuck out on her mahogany desk. But it seemed to fit, like it belonged there. She grabbed her shower stuff, and went for her shower. Draco was in his room, grabbing his outfit out of his armoire. It was a black dress shirt, with a grey t-shirt, and black slakes. Finished off with a new shiny pair of black boots. He heard Hermione singing in the shower, and he sat down on his bed, and listened to her angelic voice echoing through the room.
'Seems like just yesterday, you were a part of me
I used to stand so tall, I used to be so strong
Your arms around me tight, everything it felt so right
Unbreakable, like nothing could go wrong
Now I can't breathe, no I can't sleep
I'm barely hanging on
Here I am, once again
I'm torn into pieces, can't deny it, can't pretend
Just thought you were the one
Broken up, deep inside
But you won't get to see the tears I cry
Behind these hazel eyes
I told you everything, opened up and let you in
You made me feel alright, for once in my life
Now all that's left of me is what I pretend to be
So together, but so broken up inside
Cause I can't breathe, no I can't sleep
I'm barely hanging on
Here I am, once again
I'm torn into pieces, can't deny it, can't pretend
Just thought you were the one
Broken up, deep inside
But you won't get to see the tears I cry
Behind these hazel eyes
Swallow me, then spit me out
For hating you, I blame myself
Seeing you, it kills me now
No, I don't cry on the outside anymore
Anymore
Here I am, once again
I'm torn into pieces, can't deny it, can't pretend
Just thought you were the one
Broken up, deep inside
But you won't get to see the tears I cry
Behind these hazel eyes
Here I am, once again
I'm torn into pieces, can't deny it, can't pretend
Just thought you were the one
Broken up, deep inside
But you won't get to see the tears I cry
Behind these hazel eyes'
He smiled as he heard the water shut off, and her door shut lightly. The song was an odd one, like a love song, but dripping with pain. He brushed off the feeling and went into the bathroom. As he took his shirt off, she smelt her sent. Her shampoo and her body wash still clung to the air in the shower. He sat down on the side of the tub, and enjoyed the smell of her. He continued to undress, and then stepped into the shower. He let the water rush down his body, still smelling of her. He ran his hands through his platinum blonde hair, and grabbed his bottle of shampoo. Mixed with her Cocoa Bean and Papaya, his Misty Frost, actually smelt very nice. Like they belonged together. 'Like you and her. You belong together. She is your Goddess, and you her God.' said the perpetually correct voice in his head. It was like a gong going off in his brain. It echoed and resounded. Bouncing off the shell of his facade. The exterior he knew he had to let go of. Did he risk showing her the passionate, romantic Draco today? The hidden part that he didn't even know? Did he want to be with this angel? This goddess? This perfect person? Yes. He did.
Hermione dressed, and put on her make-up. While, in the other room, draco was ready and waiting to take her in his arms and show the world his treasure. She opened the door, and saw Draco's head turn roughly towards her. His mouth opened slightly, as she walked down the steps. Her tiny black stilettos clicking. Her smooth creamy legs, accented perfectly against the black and red of her dress, while the black stilettos accented her ankles. She wore a tiny silver snake anklet on her right ankle, drawing attention to her legs even more. The dress was short and tight, and showed ample amounts of cleavage. Just perfect. She wore thick mascara, and eye liner. A slight shimmer on her eyes and cheeks made her glow with an extensive radiance. She had on clear shimmer lip gloss, that made her lips look delicate and luscious. He had to try to keep himself from diving on her. They had to leave this room now, or they would never leave it. He closed his mouth, and wiped the drool off his chin. She smiled and blushed. "What do you think?" she asked shyly. He grinned evilly.
"Perfect. And the dress looks great too." he said with a smirk playing at his lips. "But we better leave now, or all this effort will go to waste." He said, smiling lightly. Her expression was that of confusion.
"Why would it go to waste?" she asked.
"Cause that dress would end up on my floor and, your lip gloss would be a little smeared." He said boldly. Hermione giggled and blushed, then smiled at him seductively.
"How is that a bad thing?" she said, licking her lips slightly. Draco walked up to her, and put his arms around her tiny, delicate, little waist. He kissed her lips lightly, and felt her deepen it. He whispered huskily in her ear, "Do you still want to go out?" she smiled and shook her head. He lifted her into his arms and carried her to his bedroom. Her mind boldly said 'This is it Hermione. This is the final step. You will finish what he has started. And only five days into the week.' she inwardly smiled, as he took off her dress. Her hands worked their way past his belt, and unfastened the button of his pants. He took them off, and removed his shoes. His shirt lay abandoned by the door, next to her stilettos. Her lip gloss shimmered in the dim candle light. Her belly button was pierced, and a tiny little hoop clung to it. A green emerald was encrusted in it. He smiled. 'She should have been a Slytherin.' he told himself proudly. As they joined together, something inside clicked harshly. Something in their soul.