A/N: Song is The Best Thing by Savage Garden. This chapter is LONG! Enjoy…
Song of the Heart's Embrace
Chapter Three
The best thing
Never want to fly
Never want to leave
Never want to say what you mean to me
Never want run
Frightened to believe
You're the best thing about me
They were just sitting there, staring at the television, bodies close together, minds entwined. Draco looked to her and smirked slightly, looking away before she saw him exploring her face. He loved that she was always beautiful, even through at this moment she was a mess.
He was happy he had come.
She was happy he had come.
Draco knew deep inside why he was there.
Hermione didn't need to know why he was there.
They both knew, but wouldn't admit it, that they were the best things in each other's lives. The best things about each other.
They were both scared.
He was scared that he would have to leave.
She was scared that he would leave.
He was frightened of what he might loose if he never told her.
She was frightened of what might happen if she did tell him.
They both didn't want to believe any of it, because they knew something.
They knew something they didn't know.
Something that when the time was right would reveal itself in full.
Sometimes I feel like this is only chemistry
Stuck in a maze searching for a way to
Shut down turn around feel the ground beneath me
You're so close where do you end where do I begin?
"Malfoy?" she asked softly and he turned to look at her, a hint of a smile upon his face.
"Uhu?" he questioned, titling his head to let his orbs of silver stare into her eyes.
"Actually, never mind," she sighed, smiling as she blushed, she looked away embarrassed.
He looked to her and smiled kindly. He put an arm around her and pulled her close, his body shivering due the cold.
In many ways, neither have them let this be real; neither of them let it be truth.
Always pushing and pulling
Sometimes sanity takes vacation time on me
I'm in a daze stumbling bewildered
North of gravity head up in the stratosphere
"Chop them into squares!" Hermione yelled from the stove, looking to see him rub his eyes. "NO! Don't rub your eyes, it will hurt more if you do that!"
Hermione came over to him and put her hand over his, guiding it through the motions.
"Like that," she smiled.
"I hate onions… why don't you get a house elf to do it?" Draco spat, shooting even glances at her.
"Whatever ferret…" she said carelessly, putting the pasta into the boiling water.
Without thinking, Draco enveloped his arms around her shoulder, resting his head in the crook of her neck, letting himself cry into the back of her shirt. She turned around and hugged him, his head bent down to rest on her chest as he cried extensively.
You and I roller coater riding love
You're the centre of adrenaline
And I'm beginning to understand
They stood two meters from each other, Hermione's chest rising as she panted heavily, her voice becoming more and more hoarse as she yelled at him. She wasn't crying because of him, she was crying about him, she didn't want to cry, she didn't want to scream at him, but this would be to unreal if they didn't argue.
"You're a Mudblood! I don't even know why I'm here!" he screamed, frustration of a similar kind to hers striking his face.
"You're a death eater, god only knows why you're here!" she yelled back, her breathing heavy.
Too heavy.
She fell to the floor, clutching at her chest.
He froze, any anger escaping her. He hurriedly knelt next to her.
"Granger… are you ill?" he asked harshly.
"No…" she whispered, closing her eyes and breathing deeply, husky and shallow, like she was finding it increasingly hard.
"Then… I'm really confused, Granger!" he spat.
"I'm supposed to rest, that's what the doctor said…" she coughed, spluttering pathetically.
"Then you shall rest," he whispered, slipping an arm under her knees and under her back, lifting her up.
"Malfoy, this isn't necessary…" Hermione croaked.
He didn't listen.
He was stubborn.
After all, he was a Malfoy.
Never want to fly
Never want to leave
Never want to say what you mean to me
Never want run
Frightened to believe
He laid her on her bed and turned to leave, but she grasped his wrist. He frowned, lying next to her in silence. She breathed deeply, her eyelids heavy with exhaustion. Soon she was sleeping, resting her head on his shoulder.
"Why are you ill, Granger?" he whispered, a type of worry he couldn't explain filling his voice.
He had soon fallen asleep.
Hermione awoke and stared at him, her body rested now. She thought that this must be unreal. She thought he couldn't possibly be staying with her by choice, have brought her up because she was ill. She was terrified to think it was a dream, and she never wanted him to leave her.
However, she could never say this to his face.
You're the best thing about me
Walk on broken glass make my way through fire
These are things I would do for love
Hermione new more about relationships than Draco did, however most people would argue it was the other way around.
Hermione could communicate.
Draco had very select social skills.
She sat next to him in front of the television and he put his arm around her.
"Draco?" said Hermione, and then her body froze. "I mean Malfoy, sorry wasn't thinking!"
"Yes, Hermione," he said, moving his head to her, keeping his eyes on the screen.
"Change the channel…"
"WHAT?" he screamed completely outraged. "Why should I? I'm watching the stupid Welsh people kick a ball around, trying to stop the idiot Italian's from getting it!"
"I take it you support Wales," she sighed, getting up and walking to the kitchen.
Farewell peace of mind kiss goodbye to reason
Up is down the impossible occurs each day
This intoxication thrills me
I only pray it doesn't kill me
Hermione felt her covers peel away from her and she opened her eyes. A hand slithered over her hip and across her stomach, a warm cheek nuzzling into her nape.
He knew she knew he was there.
She knew he knew she was awake.
But they let it go, because it meant nothing.
It meant comfort that came free of hurt.
It meant they could sleep.
Draco knew she was lonely, just afraid to admit it.
Hermione knew he was lonely, and more than happy to show it, but only in darkness.
Only in darkness.
Because if you can't see them, they can't see you.
Never want to fly
Never want to leave
Never want to say what you mean to me
Never want run
Frightened to believe
Hermione sat in between Draco's legs, reading a book, bringing it close to her eyes. Draco absentmindedly stroked her hair as he read the daily prophet, sighing or tutting every other sentence.
"Hermione?" he questioned.
"Yes?" she replied, putting her book down for a second.
"What do you think of this? Gringotts bank is considering setting up a policy so that any death eater's fortune will be transferred to a worthier person, given to charity or a family of which that death eater owes, blah blah blah…" Draco said, obviously thinking the rest of the article was rubbish.
"I don't have opinions on economy or death eaters, especially not together!" Hermione sighed.
"So much for my fortune," Draco spat aggressively.
"Can I read my book now?"
"Piss off Mudblood!"
You're the best thing about me
You're the centre of adrenaline
And I'm beginning to understand
You could be the best thing about me
Draco came into the kitchen and began to stir the sauce for the rice. Hermione turned around in shock at this and smiled. She looked at his back and at his lanky frame, resisting the urge to grasps his bum.
"Stop staring," he spat, making her look away embarrassed.
Never want to fly
Never want to leave
Never want to say what you mean to me
Never want run
Frightened to believe
Hermione hugged him tightly, having fallen asleep during the film. She hadn't managed to relax as much for a long time, and she felt so good, like a great weight had been lifted from her shoulders. Her doctor would be really happy, but not happy enough to agree with Draco living with her. They were worst enemies; it wasn't the safest of ideas.
Her doctor wouldn't understand that she was scared that he was the best thing.
She was scared of loosing that.
She was scared of loosing him.
You're the best thing about me
You could be the best thing about me
What if you're the best thing about me?