Love Times 5
By Cedari
Inspired by the French film 5 times 2 by François Ozon. It's an amazing film and my story is of the same lay out and some of the plots and ideas are also from it. So this is a BIG DISCLAIMER to them so please don't sue me.
Oh and of course one to JK Rowling for the characters
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Love Times 5
Chapter 4: She was crying for his heart
They were spinning in circles. His strong arms encircling her, stopping her from falling on the floor. She was giddy and she was never giddy. Her head was a whirl, thoughts zooming so fast that she wasn't given a second to dissect each and every feeling. She had never felt so happy and yet ironically so out of control, in her entire existence. Hermione Granger was someone who had to have every miniscule detail of her life jotted down, whether it be on lists, in her diary, under the fridge magnets in her kitchen. But at this very moment she had no plans, no writings rather she would be perfectly content to stay like this forever. Feet barely touching the ground, a smile of pure joy stuck on her face.
Yet perhaps for a millisecond the concept that 'things can not always be so good' entered her head but then he kissed her.
His kisses were something of beauty, one never the same as the other yet all wonderful in their own way. From the hard, angry ones to the tender, soul draining ones. One on his hands supported her as he tipped her backwards, causing her to tighten her grip around his neck. So caught up in the way his tongue was caressing hers she hadn't realised he had apparated them both to the honeymoon suite until he finally released her.
His hair was tousled from where her fingers had raked through the strands and his lips were reddened by her lipstick and the intensity of their kisses. A raised eyebrow just added to the overall look.
"Well Mrs Hermione Granger Malfoy how does it feel to be on the dark side."
The glasses of expensive champagne that she had been sampling at the reception had given her a sense of daring and boldness, and reaching behind her she latched on to the zipper of her dress. Pulling it down she revealed the new underwear she had bought with Ginny the week before the wedding.
"Maybe I've always been bad and you just never knew it."
The next thing Hermione knew she was on the bed and his mouth was on her, on her lips, on her neck, on her breast, just about anywhere it could reach.
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The stark lighting in the bathroom left nothing to the imagination. Every flaw on her body, her face was replicated in the mirror facing her. Normally she would be filled with the sense that she was just not good enough, but today, tonight all she could think of was how beautiful she was. Or more specifically how beautiful someone else thought she was, from the tips of her stubby toes to the top of her frizz ball excuse for hair. She had come in here on the pretence of freshening up but what she really needed was a breather. A moment to compose herself. From this morning through to ten seconds ago her life has been flying past her in fast forward and she just wanted to stand still. To really enjoy what was coming up. Tonight. The rest of her life. It was a whole new chapter, something she never predicted, something she would never have considered. But here it was all fresh, new pages ready to be written upon.
Draco could never replace him. Yet she truly loved Draco with all her heart and opening the bathroom door she was ready to forget about Ron and all that had come to pass.
However the sight before her put a smile on her face. Her husband, with the self-confessed raging libido, was crashed out on the bed snoring for all of wizarding kind.
Oh well he had the rest of his life to make it up to her and she would make sure he did. Grabbing a change of clothes she decided to head out into the night.
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She wandered through the gardens, the smell of the exotic flowers in the air making her feel somewhat light headed. The grounds were stunning. She hadn't realised until now as she had been so wrapped up in the interior areas that needed organising. But being out here, with nobody but the stars keeping her company she felt like she was in her own private back garden. Her own personal paradise. The lay out was like that of a maze, one turn and you would find yourself having to choose between two or even three different paths, all promising their own individual areas of beauty. Being practical Hermione decided to always take the one veering to the right, so that coming back wouldn't be a problem, and she wasn't to be disappointed. Her way of thinking led her to a spectacular lake, garnished with giant white water lilies. Their petals splayed opened, displaying themselves in their entirety to Hermione. The scene took Hermione's breath away and it was a couple of seconds before she remembered to breathe in.
"Hermione."
The sound of his voice shattered her inner peace, leaving her in a state of panic. How had she not seen him? That red hair was his calling card and as ever it stood out in the darkness like a warning. She had managed to avoid seeing him all night. She didn't think she could take it and she was right, her heart was constricting in her chest and her lungs were on the verge of collapsing.
"I can't do this."
Just about to turn round she was brought to a halt by a determined hand clutching onto her wrist. The grip tightened and she watched as the freckled fingers pushed even harder into her skin. His use of force surprised her and she twisted round to see his face.
He let go immediately.
"Sit down."
Perhaps if they hadn't been friends for so long she would not have felt compelled to sit on the log next to him. Or to partake in the uncomfortable silence that followed, and yet may be in hindsight that was preferable to what happened.
"Do you love him?"
"How's Belinda?"
They asked their questions at the same time but it was only Hermione who replied.
"What?"
"Do you love him?"
He was looking at her, his eyes holding something that she had never seen when he looked at her, a need to be accepted. And it silenced her. Giving him the indication and the opportunity to show her exactly what he needed.
In retrospect she knew she should have pushed him away, but at that precise moment she felt so weak that all she could do was gasp in shock as he smashed his lips onto hers. Years of secret longing and want flooded through her as his lips moved against her own. So this was what it was like to kiss Ron. And it was only that stupid, child like thought that entered her head as she allowed him to guide her down to the grassy bank. Hands began to play with buttons off her shirt. Fingers doing their job so that a rush of cold air hit Hermione's exposed chest within seconds, with clusters of goose pimples erupting on her sensitive skin. However it was soon burning with heat as his passionate mouth latched onto the spot just above her right breast. She automatically placed her hands within his hair, applying enough pressure to tell him that what he was doing was setting off fires within her. When she finally opened her eyes to look at Ron the first thing that she could see was the fading light emanating from the hotel.
Draco.
She suddenly felt sick. He was suffocating her, his body on top of hers, his tongue in her mouth. She needed to stop. He needed to stop. Hands flat against his chest she pushed up. Their mouths separated with a loud smack.
"Hermione?"
His lips were glistening with a film of saliva, her saliva. The urge to wretch was overwhelming. Turning her head away from him she vomited up the thick saliva that had built up in her mouth.
"What's wrong?" His hot, sweaty fingers were pressing into her cheek, making her blood rush to her face and her heart beat like a drum.
"I can't. I can't do this." She scrambled from under him and onto her feet. She could hardly stand, her legs were shaking, raked with desire, guilt and all that came in between.
"Hermione. Please."
He was on his knees in front of her. Why couldn't he have done this six months ago? Why was he begging and pleading now? Why was he always so fucking late at every thing? Hermione felt herself getting angrier and angrier.
"It's too late Ron. Why do you always leave things too late?"
"Don't bother with your excuses. I love him, no matter how I feel about you."
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She crept back into the room, inching her way to the bed so as not to wake him. He had remained in the same position that she had left him in. His legs dangling at one end, his long lean arms over the other. Taking her shoes off she went to lie next to him. She rested her head on the favourite part of his body, his chest, right next to his heart. She could hear it beating.
Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
Soon his pristine white shirt was sporting a wet patch.
For she was crying for his heart and for what she had done to it.
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A/N cheesy, not quite cannon, suffered from major writer blockage.
But wanted to finish this story before entering finals just in case I didn't have time later on and it'll just be a lot harder to start again.
Next chapter should be up in a couple of days.
Hope they're ok and u enjoy it!
Luv cedari (nee cedar1 – the 1 was annoying me)