Rehab
Just fluffy
He was a drug in its purest form. Her addiction to him was purely insane but there was no rehab that could help. Her addiction began from the first moment she saw him on that damn train to school. He was handsome sure, but he had a confidence that drove her crazy. What was so special about him that he acted as if the world was his alone?
Their second year at school found her watching him from dark corners. Partly because she needed to hide and protect herself, mostly because she didn't want him to see how obsessed she had become. She blamed her best friend for this continued addiction. He had asked them to watch after the boy after all.
Their third year she vowed to get his attention in whatever way possible. Striking him for being an insufferable prat was not the plan, but it worked well enough. Then while at the dance for the champions, while she felt beautiful and untouchable, she had caught his eye. He had stared at her with a hunger that she recognized. He may hate her for all that she was or wasn't, but he still wanted her for all of her faults.
When she realized he had that blasted mark on his arm she should have been turned off by the disgusting slur, but no, not even a little. Somehow that slur made him more attractive. More inaccessible and therefore more desirable. He was the star of many of her fantasies and how she wanted it to be more. She hated herself for wanting him like she did, but she was addicted. It would be so much easier to want, well love, someone else, but it just wasn't possible.
The final battle saw them waged against each other and when the chosen one arrived in the arms of a teacher she thought all was lost. She saw the fear in his eyes then as he glared at her in the crowd. Those things that held their master to the earth were long destroyed, but was the sentiment that he led with going to take control? She closed her eyes against the gruesome scene only to blast them open at the sound of cheers. It was over before it began.
He had aged well. She knew he would. His parents were both beautiful human beings well into their later years. He was married now, as was she, and they appeared to be happy. She watched him with his son from a far point in the book store. He sat cross-legged on the floor with the imp in front of him playing with a hand puppet of sorts. He was adorable and for the first time in her life she was grateful for her addiction. She knew that it had kept them both alive during the darkest hours of their short life spans.
She knew it was bold, but she couldn't help herself. She was a glutton for punishment after all this time. She strolled causally through the small store and stopped where he sat with his adorable blond-haired child. "In all my days," he said quietly, "if it isn't Hermione Granger."
She grinned at him then, she knew she must look ridiculous. "It's Weasley actually," she corrected.
He remained seated on the floor with his child and stared up at her with a type of adoration she had never seen, not even in her husbands' eyes. "You'll always be Granger love," he spoke out eloquently.
"And who is this charming young man?" she asked without tearing her eyes from him.
"This is my son, Scorpius. I believe he and your eldest will attend Hogwarts together. Maybe even be in the same house."
"A Malfoy out of Slytherin? Surely you jest."
"Anything is possible," he murmured.
She noted he didn't suggest that her daughter might be in Slytherin. "It was good to see you Draco," she said softly with the barest of smiles on her lips.
"And you as well Hermione," he said back, still seated on the floor of the shop.
She strolled from the shop without looking back. Her addiction was fueled for another time frame, but who knew when it would rear its ugly head again.
FIN