Disclaimer: I do not own these characters (except for Bee) and i am not JKR. i just own the plot and nothing else.


Perfect Mistake

Three

All You Wanted


He kissed his way down her jaw as she lay, breathless and spread out on the bed, her eyes fluttering shut.

"You are more than beautiful," he declared and her lips curved into a small smile.

He grasped her gently by the shoulders and heaved her up. She squealed and her eyes snapped open.

He looped his arms around her body, burying his face in her curls and she tried to remind herself to keep breathing.

He smelt wonderful, musky and sweet and spicy.

"Draco," she whispered.

"I want you," he confessed. "You were all I wanted all along."

She closed her eyes. "Draco," she breathed again.

"Please?" he mumbled, pushing her hair out of her face.

She parted her lips and their mouths met, sending sparks down her spine. She arched into him as he made love to her mouth.

Their bodies met as they tried to press as close as possible, like they were trying to get under each other's skin.

His hands fumbled at the zipper of her dress, his fingers shaking.

Her hands came to cover his and she unzipped her dress herself, meeting his eyes.

"Okay," she agreed and he stared at her, a light coming into his eyes as her dress fell away from her body.

"Okay," he rasped and scooped her body into his arms where he clutched at her like he never wanted to let her go.

---

"Mommy?" Bee's voice broke through Hermione's tangled thoughts.

"Hermione? Are you alright?" Ron was holding her, alarmed.

"I'm fine," Hermione replied automatically before realizing that there were tears flowing down her face. "I'm okay." She managed a smile to convince them. "I'm getting over emotional."

Ginny laughed. "I'm getting tears in my eyes thinking about the good old times here too," she quipped.

Hermione smiled back at the redhead.

"Those were good times," Harry said wistfully.

"Definitely," Ron nodded emphatically.

"Oh, the days when we were young and innocent," lamented the twins dramatically.

"Yeah right," Hermione said sarcastically. "Tell me one day when Fred and George were ever innocent."

They burst into amused laughter as the sorting went on and Hermione stood, wearing a smile on her face but crying inside.

Hermione felt a soft hand rest on the small of her waist and stopped herself just in time from whirling around in shock.

She smiled at Ron. "Hey," she said softly, smiling.

"You look like you've got a lot on your mind," he noticed. "Are you alright?"

Hermione gave him a weary smile. "I don't know why, but I feel really tired lately."

We don't fit, Ron, I'm sorry. Like when you put your hand on my waist, it just feels wrong, completely wrong. When he placed his hand, it was like a piece of me falling back into place.

Hermione let her husband pull her into his arms and sway her from side to side, whispering words of love inside her ear, but she was deaf to them. All she heard was his voice, caressing her skin, speaking of great love, speaking of their future, their love, and how it had all fallen apart.

She felt all wrong in Ron's arms, although it had been this way for the past few years.

"Ron," she stepped back, smiling. "I'm going to bed, are you?"

He nodded. "I'm going to take a shower first," he said, gesturing her to go get rest first.

She crawled into their bed, hugging her pillow to herself, trying to tell herself that it'd all be fine, it'd be alright and all she needed was time. But the thing was she had had time, years of it, but the feelings had only gotten stronger, the suffering even worse and her love still as big the sky, as bright as the stars.

I still love you, she thought, I can't stop, Merlin knows how much I've tried to stop, but I can't. I guess once I tasted the kind of love, the kind of happiness I could have, I would always be craving for it.

Hermione pulled the blanket higher and buried her head in the warmth of the quilted material. She picked at the threads hesitantly.

Pick out one thread, pull, and the whole quilt unravels, one mistake is going to cost you, she thought with a tired smile. Her fingers let go of the stray thread on the frayed edge and fisted her hair instead, muffling screams into her pillow.

She just wanted to get it all out- out of her body where it ate her like some kind of plague.

I'm dying, she thought, hearing the water start to run in the bathroom. I really am, she realized.

I'm paralyzed without you, she thought bitterly. I can't live, I can't breathe, I can't think, I can't love without you. I can't fucking do anything I used to find so easy to. How much control do you have over me, Draco? How much? How is it that you've taken over everything bit of me? How is it that without being here, you are inside of me? That you are all around me, that you are within my very being, hollowing me from inside because you're not really here yet.

I've asked God for so much- for happiness, for love, for protection, but she realized it all narrowed down to one thing- Draco. She could have gotten Draco and have everything she asked for. He was everything to her, and she realized with a pang, that till now, he was still all, all she wanted.

Why does it hurt to want you this fucking much?

Why does it hurt so fucking much?

Where are you now? I want to follow you like a ghost, so I can finally see where you go when you're gone. I need you here right now. I wanted so much, yet so little at the same time. You swept me away, you took me to places I've never been but now, I'm stuck right where I was before you, yet I'm not the same as then.

You changed me, Draco, but you made me the same again.

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"I'm sorry," the words tumbled out of his lips.

She looked up.

He thrust the bouquet at her, his face emotionless.

She turned away.

"Hermione," he sighed.

She offered no reaction. He left the bouquet on the table beside her. She heard him walk out of the room and she only leapt up from her seat when the door swung shut.

She stared at the shut door with disbelief. She sat back down, her bottom lip quivering as the tears threatened to fall. She cradled the bouquet in her arms and buried her face in the blooms.

The door reopened and she dropped the bouquet like it was red-hot.

He stood at the door, staring at her and her felt a fire heat up her face.

The tears overflowed as she looked at him accusingly.

He closed his eyes and unclenched the fists she didn't realize she was clenching and spread his fingers out. She rushed into his arms and realized she never wanted to let go.

"I'm sorry," she said.

He only held her closer and whispered words in her ears that she wanted to keep with her always.

I love you; I'll never let you go again; I'll never try to think about living without you.

She cried, because those were her words too.

And he knew.

---

Hermione was really tired.

She wanted to go to sleep and never wake up nowadays and Bee was the reason that she dragged her body out of bed every morning; she was her sole reason to fight for her life.

Bee was too young to leave alone.

Ron, ever the thick insensitive person he was ever since Hogwarts days, did not notice nor did he pay attention.

Hermione was alone in this. Not that she wanted anyone else in it with her, except him, she would go anywhere, anywhere he was just to be there, with him. It was all she wanted, all she needed, all that really mattered.

All you wanted, she remembered, was for me to take you away, for me to make you free, for me to love you; do you still want the same things? Because I can still give them to you, or rather, I've never let them go.

Where are you now? Don't you know that I still need you?


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