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Perfect Mistake
Two
More Than Worthy
Hermione awoke to find the pillow under her head soaked through with tears.
Sitting up, she hastily wiped the wet streaks away from her face and spelled the damp spot on her pillow away before lying back down.
Why was it that he would never stop haunting her?
Her dreams, her memories, her life, were all filled with him and the ghosts of their past.
He surrounded her with his presence everyday, every damn minute, he was there. What was he trying to do to her? She was going nowhere, but going out of her mind.
It had been five years and they still couldn't let go.
Hermione heard Ron's snores from beside her and clutched the blanket closer to her chest. Ron, he was the most pitiful one, caught up in their torrential relationship and had no idea. Hermione had used him and he had no idea. Hermione turned her head to face her husband and smiled- Ron, ever the caring, loving one.
But it just didn't feel the same. She had given up trying to a long time ago- it was impossible.
Looking at your picture from when we first met
You gave me a smile that I could never forget
And nothing I could do could protect me from you that night.
How could she just let those memories, more beautiful than anything she had known just slip away?
Why did she even bother trying?
There would never be anything like his smile, anything like his kisses. He overwhelmed her; he poured all of what he had into her and filled up all those little gaps inside her soul. He made her alive.
Now that he was gone, without a single trace, the holes seemed bigger, wider and so much emptier.
What they say is really true; she realized as she tossed and turned in bed- you won't miss the water until it's gone.
Wrapped around your finger, always on my mind
The days would blend cause we'd stay up all night
And you and I were everything, everything to me
She never thought he could have made her feel all those things she felt when she was him.
It was Malfoy, for heaven's sake- how could it be?
But it was true, indeed. He brought her to heights no one could and with a few simple words, he brushed away all her fears and all her doubts. He made her smile like no one else could, he build his love around her and she built her dreams around him.
Now that he was gone, her dreams had gone to.
Her life had been so full of him. How could she continue to live when he was gone?
But she did, she survived, but barely. Who was she to say that she would ever be the same? She was empty now, hollow and lonely and a broken ghost of she used to be.
No one could fix her now.
She just had to face the fact that he had ruined her too far for anyone else.
I just want you to know that I've been fighting to let you go
Some days I make it through and then there's nights that never end
I wish that I could believe that there's a day you'll come back to me
But still I have to say I would do it all again
Just want you to know
She wanted him with a hunger that was almost bestial. She refused to admit that she ached for him with a kind of yearning that she never knew, but inside, how could she lie to herself?
She needed him like she needed air to breathe. She wanted him to wrap her around with his love, wrap his words around her, surround her with his dreams and hold her close to his body. She missed him so much that she found it hard to breathe, found it hard to live.
Ron was lovely. He was nice and he was a good father, a good husband but he was not the same.
Draco- Draco was more than worthy of Hermione's love, although she never had a chance to reassure him of this. He always thought that she was too good for her but Hermione always forgot to tell him that it was him that was more than worthy.
All the doors are closing I'm trying to move ahead
And deep inside I wish it's me instead
My dreams are empty from the day, the day you slipped away.
She thought about him every second of the day.
She thought about how he was living now- whether he was married, whether he had children. She knew that he couldn't be in England anymore, or she would have heard about him, the Malfoy name being notorious. No one knew where they had gone, and after some time, no one really bothered anymore.
She wondered whether he thought about her the same way as she did him. When she looked up at the stars, she wondered if he was looking at the same stars too, and thinking of the times they spent lying next to each other making up hilarious stories about the stars by playing join-the-dots.
Was it her, or was it real that every night, no matter what, the stars spelled out his name?
He haunted her, he was like plague.
Since I lost you,
I lost myself
No, I can't fake it
There's no one else.
She loved him; she would never stop- never ever, because she couldn't.
She would walk through all of hell to hold his hand, even now.
The feelings never faded away, she had to admit to herself as she lay awake in the dark, thinking of him- they only intensified as she missed him more every second.
She wanted him with a longing that nobody would ever understand.
The tears that prickled behind her eyes threatened to fall and Hermione had never felt as alone as she cried in silence, letting her longing, her need flow out of her.
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Their faces were smeared with tears- but whose tears?
Hermione held him close as they swayed side by side, their lips fused together. His hands were clamped on either side of her face, kissing her as though there was no tomorrow.
She could taste the salt from the tears. Her tears, his tears, it was okay, because his tears were hers.
"Hermione," he croaked and she felt stars explode in front of her eyes as he let his fingers tangle in her hair, pulling her head backwards to kiss her deeper.
She was sobbing quietly as her hands searched his back, her palm running over the smooth material of his robes. She could feel the vibrations rock his body and she knew he was crying too.
"Don't leave me," she breathed into his mouth.
"I won't," he promised, smudging tears on her hair as he broke the kiss. She was pushed up against his body and she was never more complete.
"Draco?" she said softly, pulling away to look at him.
He wiped his tears away on his sleeve and ran his shaking fingers through his hair, trying to regain his composure. Her hand caught his wrist. "It's okay," she whispered, standing on her toes to press a fleeting kiss to his swollen lips.
"It's okay, I'm just as scared as you are, but together," she said, gripping his hands in hers firmly, holding his gaze with her brown bright eyes.
"Together we will keep each other safe," he finished for her. "I know."
"I know you do," she nodded. "It's okay to be scared, Draco."
"I don't know," he cracked a smile.
"It's okay to be weak sometimes," she whispered. "It's always okay, because I will keep you safe, just like you will do for me."
"Promise?" he said his voice low.
Their gazes locked and she was falling into his eyes.
"Promise." She replied and then, his mouth claimed hers once more.
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"Mommy," Bee screamed, hurtling herself into Hermione's arms. "Daddy says you're going to take me to Hogwarts!"
Hermione laughed, bending down to plant a kiss on Bee's forehead.
"Yes, we're going to watch Jennifer get sorted," Hermione smiled. Jennifer was Bill and Fleur's ten going on eleven year old daughter.
"Isn't it just cool that family members can watch the sorting now?" Ron said, adjusting his robes, grinning at Hermione.
"Absolutely," Hermione picked Bee up with a grunt and set her on the kitchen table, straightening the pink dress she had on.
"You look beautiful," Ron said, admiring the baby blue cocktail dress that Hermione had on.
"It's just a dress," Hermione laughed. "Let's go and meet Harry and Gin."
Hermione hugged Bee close to her body as they apparated to Harry and Ginny's house.
After fussing over Bee, they huddled around the portkey- a small sock.
"1, 2, 3," Ginny giggled and then the room spun.
They landed on a grassy patch that they recognized instantly.
Hermione started to laugh. "This is the lake!" she said gleefully.
"I wonder if the Giant Squid is still alive," Ginny said in wonder.
"It still looks absolutely the same," Harry appraised the towers in front of them.
"I know," Ron said grinning. "Let's head in."
Dumbledore was giving his usual speech and they found the rest of the crowd- Bill, Fleur, Fred and George. George whispered that the rest couldn't make it- Charlie was home celebrating his wife's birthday, and their wives- Angelina and Katie were in Paris.
It was a bit of a squeeze but they managed.
Bee was squirming and giggling in excitement.
"Where am I going to sit next time?" she asked.
"That big hat over there is going to decided for you five years later," Hermione smiled.
"Where did you sit when you were here?"
"Over where the red and gold flag is," Hermione pointed.
"What about Daddy?"
Over where the green and silver flag is, Hermione cleared her throat and answered, "We sat at the same table. We were both in Gryffindor."
Bee watched in fascination as the first years got called up and got sorted.
Hermione grinned to herself when she realized that all the Professors looked exactly the same, just a little older.
"Who's that grumpy man?" Bee said in a harsh whisper, staring at Snape.
"That's good ol' Snape, the big bad Potions Master," Ron hissed and Bee giggled.
Hermione fought a laugh and swatted him. "Oh hush, Ron!"
Her gaze floated over to where he used to sit and her throat clammed up.
Suddenly everyone in the hall faded away and she was standing there watching the two of them in their seventh year, buttering their toasts. She was overwhelmed by the urge to return to those times, where they were caught in between their dislike and their attraction towards each other. She remembered like it was yesterday, the bickers between them, laced thick with sexual tension; she remembered the accidental touches that left her aching for more; she remembered being caught looking at him, but that was okay, because it meant that he was looking back; she remembered kissing a very drunk him in the dark hallways after lights out; she remembered crying because of her confusion over her feelings towards him.
Those days, they were better than this, because at least during those times, he was there for her to hold if she wanted to.
A/N:
The song in the first part of this chapter (in bold italics)is 'Just Want You To Know' by the Backstreet Boys.
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