March 11 1998
Dear Diary,
It's been three months since Malfoy and I have become "married", even though I pretend that it never happened. I am still mad at him over that fact. REALLY? Who does that? Make another woman of my bloodline (the muggle one that I thought I was) go through something that I have no clue about? Well I did read up on it diary and I am not happy. Not at all. It pretty much said that I am stuck with him until the day I die. It's not that I didn't accept the fact that I was going to marry him, because I did. But every time I look at him, I keep thinking that he did it on purpose. I can't help but think that. But the truth of the being I like the fact of being "married" to him. Partly because I know that he is going through the same pains as I am.
Feeling sick whenever another person of the other sex comes near or touches us. That is the ONLY thing that is making me happy about the fact that the damnable man at the moment. But I would love to talk to you more diary, I really would but the breeze is getting stronger, rain maybe.
Hermione
Hermione closed the book and placed it into her bag beside her. She looked from her spot up in the tree, and smiled at the setting sun. She leaned back against the trunk, thinking about how she would like to be up in the sky, amongst all the colors. The reds, oranges, blues, purples. Forever being able to fly across the sky. Her eyes followed a bird as it shot across the sky and met up with another. The played, maybe even flirted with each other.
"Well I had a feeling that I would find you here." Hermione smiled as she looked down. "But it's been a long time since you climbed that tree Hermione."
"You still remember to catch me when I fall Ron?"
Ron smiled as he lifted his arms up in the gesture that symbolized he would. "Always."
Hermione grabbed her bag, and took the leap of faith that she reserved for certain people. She laughed as she landed into his waiting arms. Laughing still as he took a spin and they landed in a heap, side by side, on the grass.
"Still clumsy I see." Hermione said when the laughter died to a comfortable silence.
"Still carry bricks I see." He turned his head and looked at the girl beside him. "Hermione?"
"Hmm?" She turned her head to look at him.
"I love you." He said in a soft voice, and a voice that spoke on so many levels to a girl.
Hermione smiled. She smiled because she didn't feel the bile rise to her throat, and threaten to spill between the two of them. She smiled because she knew now that the two of them would be friends for a very long time.
"I love you too Ron." She watched as a toothy smile widen across his freckled face.
They both turned their head to look up into the sky. Ron felt her hand hold onto his, and he gripped hers as well. He sighed as the feeling of contentment and peace came over him. A peace that he knew from the first time he heard her voice. A peace he knew she would only be able to bring to him. A peace that two souls have when they finally meet and hear that distant click.
He spoke towards the sky. "How about a promise between the two of us, Hermione?"
"Depends on what it is."
"That we promise the first born to marry the other first born."
Hermione chuckled. "As along as their of the opposite sex."
Ron chuckled at that as well. "Naturally. Promise?"
Hermione looked at him, and waited until their eyes connected. "Promise." And they smiled as they felt the words of their promise circle around them, causing the wind to blow around them a little stronger, before settling back into a calm breeze.
"Your husband is going to be pissed about that." Ron chuckled.
"Right now I could care less."
"Still sore about that marriage thing?"
Hermione huffed. "I have every right to be pissed off. He tricked me into marrying him. I would have regardless, but that is beside the point."
"You know that he is just as beaten up about it as you are."
"And when do you two become the best of friends?" Hermione asked with a raised eyebrow.
"We aren't, I just hear it from Ginny, who heard it from Harry, who heard it from Blaise." He took a breath. "And I guess you know the rest from there."
"Ya I guess I do." Hermione sat up. "Doesn't mean that I have to like it."
Ron sat up as well, and then got up in his feet. He offered his hand to her and helped her up when she placed it in his. "I know Mione."
"I'm sure you do." She smirked. "But that's enough talk about that. How about something we haven't done in a while?"
Ron placed his hands in his front pockets. "Sure. What?"
"Last one to the castle has to give up desert."
"Hermione, Hermione, Hermione." Ron shook his head. "I always win this. Why bother?"
"It's chocolate mousse tonight Ron."
"Ah. Now I see why you are so eager to race." He laughed.
"But of course." She got into a stance and smirked for the brief moment. "Oh Hi Lavender!"
Hermione waited until Ron's back was turned to her, before she took off in a sprint. She didn't bother to look behind her, but still yelled in a loud voice. "GOTCHA!!!"
Ron turned around and saw Hermione already at the bridge. He shook his head, and laughed. He thought that if this is what made her happy, than he would go along with it. For now. He took off in a sprint and smiled at a single thought going through his head.
Going to be a shame when she hits those stairs.
*********
Blaise sat his his usual spot, at the Slytherin table. He watched as his cousin came bounding into the hall with a laugh on her face, red in her cheeks, and a red head on her heels. He couldn't help the smile that came over his face at the sight of her. He meant what he said to Draco the first time. If he was for the inbreeding, then he would have Draco go for a run of his money. But since he wasn't, and he really wasn't, he was happy that it the blondie. Even though the said Blondie couldn't make her happy right now, than at least the red head could.
He watched as she jumped for joy, before bending over while holding her stomach. Blaise was half way out of his seat before sitting back down again. He stopped when he saw her head cock to the side, and a smile still graced her lips. He watched as her eyes searched the Slytherin table and eventually landed on his.
He saw the silent question being asked, and he shrugged his shoulders. For he really didn't have a clue where her husband was. He gave her a small smile and she gave him one back before turning back to her friends.
Blaise than allowed himself to go back o his daily ritual of staring, discreetly of course, at his loved one. He could only see the back of her head, and to him that was enough. For he could stare at the golden hair that shone in the night light. He could watch as the hair moved slightly when she went to talk to a friend beside her.
Was he fascinated with her hair? He would say so. It was one of the first things that attracted him to her. It was ever since he was in third year that he become obsessed with her. The fairy like dance of a walk she had. The blonde hair, and the pale grey eyes. Her voice is what really made him want her. No second years voice should have the undertones of a twenty year old. It had punched him right in the gut.
He would clench his fist every time he heard what other people would call her "Looney Lovegood". It would make him furious and yet he couldn't do anything since he was Slytherin, and she was Ravenclaw. The Dark Lord was still a threat at the time and he could do nothing.
So he took the moments like now to watch her. And would always think about the first time that they had touched, talked, hugged, kissed, and became lovers. He would sit, like now, and think about every moment that he spent in her presence.
He took his eyes off of her for a moment to talk to Nott, before turning his attention back to her. He watched as his eyes caught hers, and gave a small smile when she gave the signal. He got up from his seat and clapped Nott on the shoulders.
He walked out of the hall, walked towards the staircase, and leaned against the darken walls. He waited to see her walk past him and he grabbed her arm. He brought her to him. They were back to back, flushed against each other.
Blaise moved a handful of hair away from her neck, and kissed the spot that he knew made her go. He smiled to himself when he heard the telling moan. "My room tonight love."
He watched as she nodded her head, and he lead her down the stairs towards the dungeon. He walked to the portrait of Salazar, and whispered the password. He peaked into the room and saw that there was nobody in the common room. So he pulled her in and rushed towards the stair. He never took the "What if..." chance with her.
Blaise pulled her into his room, and closed the door behind him. He picked her up, and chuckled when she let out a small squeal. He tossed her onto the bed, and climbed up on top of her. He looked down at her before placing a soft kiss on her lips. He groaned when she arched her body into his, and he thought that this is what it was suppose to be like. This passion, intensity, and the fact that he would do anything to keep her with him.
And the thought scared him even more than anything as he continued to have his way with her.
******
Draco wallowed in his state of self pity. He took a shot of the firewhiskey that was at his elbow, and looked out the window as the rain cam tumbling down in front of his eyes. He laughed as a flash of lightening skated across the sky. To say he was drunk was a understatement. He was plastered! He was drunk as a skunk, or however the blasted muggle saying went. He was sorry for himself because he hadn't had sex since Christmas time.
Yes, he felt sorry about that. Sorry about the fact that it has literally been his hand the past three months, and the bint hadn't even given in. He found out early in marriage that Hermione Malfoy nee Granger would hold out on him. He took another shot and got up to stumbled out onto the balcony. He jumped back when another flash of lightening flashed across the sky, which cause him to bump into the wall, and slide down so that he was sitting in the rain.
He felt his shirt mold onto him, and the pants get heavier. And for once Draco didn't care. It was his pity party for gods sake! He didn't even turn when he heard the portrait door close from behind him. Didn't even call out when he heard he "Wife" call out his name. He just sat there and took another shot of the whiskey in his hand. He tilted his head up to the pouring rain, and closed his eyes.
"I really like the rain." He mumbled. "For some reason."
Hermione stared outside, and watched as droplets came rolling down the window. She watched as each droplet connected to each other to make a bigger one. She watched as it rolled farther down the window, and eventually brought her gaze back up to watch another roll down.
When she had came into the room she now shared with Draco, she had given a grunt in frustration. She had realized that for the past three months they had slept in different beds, and in different rooms. She didn't notice at first that she would miss his body, his contact in the night. But she did. She didn't realize that she would miss the mornings when they woke up together. But she did. She just missed him being in the bed with her.
Hermione thought that the stubbornness that he had would have been gone by now. But it didn't. He was holding out on her, and she hated every minute of it. It wasn't just the bed time rituals, or even the sex. She just missed him. And she had hoped that tonight they could make up. But when she came in and found that he wasn't there, well she didn't know what to think.
She turned around when she heard someone stumble and hit the wall. She then watched as Draco came stumbling into the doorway. She watched as his soaking wet form leaned against the door frame. She watched as he could barely hold his head up when he looked at her, and she watched as he leaned it against the frame. She looked down to his limp arm, and saw the reason why he could barely stand. A bottle of firewhiskey, three quarter empty, was being held loosely in his hand.
"Awe, Draco." She said in a soft voice and made her way to him.
Draco tried to focus his eyes on the form in the dark. He heard her voice, and knew that it was Hermione's. He knew, and yet thought that it was a dream. He hadn't talked to her since New Year's. Hadn't been able to touch her soft skin, except in dreams, since Christmas. He hadn't been able to stand near her and just be with her.
He missed her. He missed the cuddling in the night. The staring at her when she was sleeping, and the waking up in the morning together. He missed the sex as well. It was hard for him to just have cold showers because every morning he woke up harder than a rock. He just missed her.
He sighed when he felt a warm hand on his cheek, and he closed his eyes to pleasure of the skin to skin contact. He kept his eyes closed when he felt his bottle being taken out of his hand, and still closed when he felt her hand slip into his.
Hermione lead him to the bed. She pushed him until the back of his knees touched the end of the bed. She then proceeded to lift his soaking shirt of his body. She stared when the shirt was off, and only to reacquaint herself with the body that she missed so much. She then pushed his back onto the bed, and had to stifle a giggle when she heard him groan. She then unbuckled his belt and stripped him down to his boxers.
"Baby?" Draco called out.
"Yes Malfoy?" Hermione spoke softly as she brought his wet clothes into the bathroom.
"Your not going to leave me tonight are you?"
Hermione came out of the bathroom and helped Draco move to the pillows. She then went back into the bathroom, and got herself ready for bed. When she walked back out, she chuckled when she heard a soft snore come out of her husband's lips. She climbed into bed and turned to her side. She then started to count in her head, and smiled when the arms that she missed so much wrapped around her waist. She leaned her body into his, and closed her eyes.
"No I won't leave you tonight Malfoy." She whispered to nobody in particular. "I miss you too much to let another night go by."
She smiled when he nuzzled her neck, and heard his sigh. A sigh that she knew that he felt the same way. A sigh that meant that he too, missed her too.
They both fell into a deep sleep that night. A deep, dreamless sleep, that neither had been able to do since that night three months ago.
They both woke up smiling the next morning.