Men Don't Change 8

Disclaimer- I own nothing… which is sad cuz I want Draco SO bad! But the Great JKR owns him. The artists own the songs and this chaper plot belongs to the idea of angelraine so… bummer for me!

Note- the song (you don't bring me flowers –Neil Diamond-) is a guy/girl song so Hermione is italics, Draco is bold, and when they both sing it is in underlined! AND I GIVE NEIL ALL THE CREDIT!

Note 2- there is a new song added to the list… HEY YOU GET TWO SONGS IN THIS CHAPER! Yes this will be a long one (that is why it took my so long to get it up!) so the song 'I Just Wannna Be Mad For A While' belongs to Terri Clark! Just also note that the whole song isn't going to be used cuz those parts don't fit with the story! AGAIN I GIVE HER CREDIT!

SUMMER IS HERE! FIESTA! (that is 'party' in Spanish!)

Anyway… READ!

Chaper 8- You Don't Bring Me Flowers Anymore

Hermione and Draco have been dating for six months now. Draco feels that this is the perfect time to ask her.

"Hey, Mi?" Draco spoke when they were lying on the couch at Hermione's place.

"Hm?" she answered.

"You live… what? Six miles away from me, right?"

"Uh... yea, I think… why?"

"Well…" he hesitated.

"Are you asking me to move in with you?" Hermione asked him, sitting up.

"Bad mistake?" Draco winced.

"Are you kidding me? I'd love to!" she leaned down and kissed him. "Right now?"

"Sure," he smiled and looked around. Ton of stuff, mainly award and record labels, were everywhere.

Hermione got up and walked to her bedroom. Draco followed and saw her and saw her with a suitcase on her bed and she was hauling clothes from her closet to her suitcase with her wand.

"You still use magic?" Draco asked leaning on the doorway.

"Yea, but not often," she replied.

Draco and Hermione spent two days moving Hermione's stuff to Draco's house. When you were to walk through the front door at Draco's, all you would see are boxes.

Hermione and Draco have been living under the same house for four weeks.

Draco's life has changed a lot since he has been (again) with Hermione. He still can't forgive himself for what he did to her. He was just happy he had her back.

Hermione walked through the door with a smile across her face.

"Big news," she said. "I just sold the house!"

"And you have officially moved in!" Draco told her.

"And the past four weeks didn't count because…?"

"Because," Draco carried an empty box and threw it in a corner full of other empty boxes, "I have to take those out. Oh, because, I just unpacked the last box."

Hermione looked around, hoping to find her awards or some other stuff like that. Nothing. She saw a lot of her stuff like pictures and antiques but nothing that had anything to do with music.

"Draco… where's all my stuff?" she asked him.

"Uhh… yea," he looked around. "Your music stuff didn't quite "fit' in here."

"Then where is it?"

"Some place else."

"If you stuffed anything in the attic, I'm gonna snap!"

"Chill, Mi," Draco said. "I'm not that stupid to put your stuff there!"

"Then where is it?"

Draco smiled.

"Follow me."

Draco led her down the hallway and Hermione noticed something that wasn't there before.

"Draco, was that door always there?"

He just looked at her with a smile.

"Open it."

Still with a confused look, Hermione opened the door and gasped.

"Draco… what…?" she couldn't get the words out.

Inside was all of her music stuff; her awards were on shelves all over the room and hanging on walls; her guitars were lined neatly on a small stage in the corner on guitar stands; her piano was in another corner, and in the other corner was a small room for recordings.

"When did this happen?"

"Well, you have your tours and concerts and you were always at the studio so I had some free time and maybe if I made you a studio here, you could spend more time at home," Draco said, faking the disappointment in his tone.

"Draco…" she walked up to him and kissed him. "Thank you."

Hermione decided to take Draco's advice. Her producer and manager are always over helping her with her new record.

"We are still at a problem," Hermione's manager, Scott Tyson, brought up.

"What's that?" her producer, Alex Jones, asked.

"We still need a guitarist."

"What are you talking about?" Alex said.

"Don said he quit, but he wouldn't tell me why," Scott continued.

"I have a good feeling why," Hermione spoke.

Alex and Scott both looked at her.

"Did he tell you?" Scott asked.

"Well no… but not the point, anyway," she said, "I think I can find a new guitarist."

"Really?" Scott and Alex asked at the same time.

"Yea, Draco."

"He plays?" Scott asked.

"Yea. He caught on quickly."

"Who taught him?" Alex spoke.

"Me."

"Well, he'll have to try out first, but will you talk to him?"

"Yep, I'll go ask him now."

She got up just as the doorbell rang.

While Hermione, Scott and Alex were in the studio, Draco was relaxing on the couch when suddenly the doorbell rang. Draco got up to answer it and he saw a face… THE face… the face that ruined his life… Pansy Parkinson. She also had a small girl about the age of 7 with her.

"What are you doing here?" Draco demanded.

"Draco, I really need to talk to you," she told him.

"We have nothing to talk about," he said as he shut the door in her face but she stopped him halfway.

"Draco, please," she glanced at the girl and back at Draco, "we really need to talk."

Draco hesitated.

"This had better be short because if Hermione comes…" he was cut off.

"Hermione? As in Mudblood Hermione Granger?"

Draco was about ready to pound her.

"Don't call her that!" he said through his teeth.

"She lives here?"

"That's none of your business! Now tell me what you want and then get out!"

The little girl, by this time had backed against the door. Pansy turned and smiled at her.

"That's Amanda," Pansy spoke.

Draco shrugged.

"So?"

Pansy turned back to Draco.

"That's your daughter."

Draco almost fell over in shock.

"Yea, right! You expect me to believe that?" Now he was getting mad. "I haven't seen you since school. How do you know it's mine?"

"What do you mean how would I know I had her with you?" she looked insulted, especially since Draco referred to Amanda as 'it'.

"I've seen you back at school," Draco said.

"I am NOT a slut!"

"You expect me to believe that?"

"Draco… please," Pansy looked like she was gonna cry.

"How do you know it's mine?" he repeated.

"Just before school was out, I found out I was pregnant. I didn't was to tell you because I was too scared."

"Yea, and you sure did make the right move by showing up on my door step seven years later with a child that you claim is mine! That," he nodded at Amanda, "is not mine!"

Draco looked more and more closely at the girl; he saw his eyes and his nose. Draco shook his head.

"That's not mine," he repeated.

Pansy wiped a tear from her face.

"Fine," she walked over to Amanda, took her hand and opened the door. "I'm sorry I bothered you," and she walked out, closing the door behind her.

Draco let out a sigh and ran a hand through his hair. He turned and saw Hermione leaning against the wall with her arms crossed and a glare on her face.

"Family reunion?" she spoke. Her tone was not happy.

"Hermione, I swear…" he stared.

"Thanks, Draco. Thanks a lot," she said. "So is this like the 'Malfoy Family rule'? To just screw with everyone you see?"

"Hermione, just listen…"

"I did! I heard everything!" and she turned to head back to the studio.

"What did he say?" Alex asked.

"He will think about it," she lied.

"Alright, I think that is it for today," Scott said, standing up. Hermione showed them to the door. Then she walked back into the living room but it was deserted.

'What the fuck is that asshole thinking?' Hermione thought as she grabbed a pillow and sobbed into it. 'There is a child out in this world with his blood… and some other girl's.' she sobbed harder.

Draco must have heard, because he came running into the room and saw Hermione clutching a pillow to her face. He walked over to her.

"Mi?"

She looked at him… she looked at him with a fiery expression.

"Mi, please."

She stood up.

"DON'T YOU 'MI PLEASE' ME!" she smacked him with all her might. "YOU STUPID BASTARD!"

Hermione ran out of the room, out of the house, got in her car and drove to the Potters. On the way it started to rain. When she finally reached their house, Ginny ran out to greet her.

"Oh, Merlin, Mi," she hugged her.

"How do you even know what I'm going to say?" she asked.

"Draco just…"

'Draco.' The name echoed in her mind. She didn't want anything to do with that bastard. She got out of Ginny grip and punched her car window. Glass shattered everywhere, along with blood.

"HERMIONE!" Ginny squealed with her mouth covered.

Harry came running outside. Hermione tried to get her hand out but the glass would make her hand feel worse.

"Mi, come on, it's ok," Harry said, helping her get her hand free. About after a minute or so in the pouring rain, her hand finally was free. Harry repaired the windows with his wand and then the three of them headed to the house.

Ginny lead Hermione to the bathroom and bandaged her hand. She also got her some dry clothes.

"Mi, you're welcomed to stay here as long as you like."

For the next several days, Hermione stayed at Harry's and Ginny's.

Draco, on the other hand, calls their house at least twice a day. He asks how Hermione is doing and if he knows when she will be home. Harry's answer is always the same:

"She hasn't said much and she hardly eats. And we don't know when she will go back."

'I did it again!' Draco thought as he lay in his bed. He turned on his side, hoping to find Hermione's face… nothing; just an empty space.

Then next morning, Draco woke up and found a note:

I'm not here for you

Of course it was from Hermione.

He got up and heard a song playing from the studio…

(Terry- I Just Wanna Be Mad For Awhile)

He obviously knew that song was for him. Ok then, just let her chill out for a while and everything should be fine.

Two weeks… it has been TWO weeks and the only thing Hermione has said to Draco is 'phone' because he has gotten phone calls.

One night, Hermione was out of her studio, sitting in her chair and reading the book, Speak, and then Draco walked in the door. Hermione and Draco made eye contact for like a second, and then Draco broke it when he went to the bedroom.

'Ok, girl,' Hermione thought as she out her book down, 'you will not, I repeat you WILL NOT let that boy get away! You will not allow it! You will not let him go again! Pansy is a bitch! She is a slut who can die! But Draco… he is a whole different story.' Hermione got up and looked at a picture of them together. She wiped a tear away from her eye. 'You love him.'

You don't bring me flowers
You don't sing me love songs
You hardly talk to me anymore
When you come thru the door
At the end of the day

I remember when
You couldn't wait to love me
Used to hate to leave me
Now after lovin' me late at night
When it's good for you
And you're feelin' alright
Well you just roll over
And turn out the light
And you don't bring me flowers anymore

It used to be so natural
To talk about forever
But "used to be's" don't count anymore
They just lay on the floor
'Til we sweep them away

And baby, I remember
All the things you taught me
I learned how to laugh
And I learned how to cry
Well I learned how to love
And I learned how to lie
Well you'd think I could learn
How to tell you goodbye
And you don't bring me flowers anymore

Draco walked out of the bedroom and headed for the door. He saw Hermione wipe a tear from her eye, but he just walked out the door. Hermione ran to the window and watched him drive away.

Well you'd think I could learn
how to tell you 'goodbye'
You don't say you need me
You don't sing me love songs
You don't bring me flowers anymore

Hermione was out on the back porch, alone, watching the sunset. She heard the door open, but didn't bother turning around because she was crying. She just wiped some more tears from her face, when she heard:

"Hermione?"

Obviously it was Draco's voice. She turned and saw him and a bunch of pure red roses. Her eyes widen in confusion and amazement.

"For you," Draco said, handing her the bouquet of roses.

Automatically she reached out for the roses. The scent filled the air around them.

"Hermione, I know you hate me right now… and I don't blame you," Draco said. "You have every right. But I just want you to know that I want nothing to do with them. They mean nothing to me."

"So you are just gonna have that little girl live a life without her father?" Hermione finally said.

"Do you want me to go to them?"

Hermione didn't answer.

"I'm not gonna do that to you. I swore to myself that I would never let you go again! I don't want you to go through anymore pain, I promised myself that I would take care of you for the rest of your life and…"

"Draco?" Hermione said cutting him off.

"Huh?"

"Shut up!" and then she pulled him into a kiss. After about 3 minutes, they pulled away and Hermione had a huge smile across her face.

"And I swore that I would love you forever," Draco finished.

Hermione turned back to face the sunset and Draco came up behind her, wrapped his arms around her waist and rested him chin on her shoulder.

'Now is the perfect moment… please let her say yes!' Draco thought as he slipped a hand in his pocket. He then pulled a small object out. He guided his hand down Hermione's arm and slipped the object on her finger. It was a ring. Hermione, shocked, looked down and she gasped. It was a sliver band with 5 small green and red diamonds in it.

"Will you marry me?" Draco whispered in her ear.

Hermione turned to face Draco. He was smiling a small smile, but it was so cute.

'Please say yes,' he thought, 'please, please, please say yes.'

Well duh it was cute! I mean come on it is Draco Malfoy! The Slytherin God! Who couldn't love the guy?

And guess what! I think I will just torture you by saying… HA! THAT'S THE END OF THIS CHAPER! But not the story! Don't worry… I hope I can get the wedding up soon! Anyway this is 11 pages of writing or typing but my fingers are going to fall off! OOOOWWWW!

So… what do you think? PLEASE review!

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