Touching Hands.
Personal Thoughts.
A/N: This one is crazy OC. But I never did like them IC lol. You've come this far and read all my crazy OC junk already so I'm sure you don't mind but I just thought I should warn you. My inspiration was Sweet Caroline – Glee Version.
A laugh erupted from the throat of the bikini and denim short clad girl who was dancing around in the sand as a boy decked out in surfer shorts lounged lazily in a beach chair positioned stealthily away from anyone else. A radio planted in the sand played Sweet Caroline and the boy ran a hand through his hair ruffling it causing water to fly off the platinum locks. It was longer and shaggier than he usually wore it, but it looked much better than his slicked back greasy locks that he had grown fond of over the years. Light brown hair slid across the girl's face as she moved to the new music that played on the radio. A pink streak that was now bleached by the sun and the salt water flew in her face. She had her arms up and she was partying and having a good time completely content by herself. Laughing as she slipped and fell Draco Malfloy removed himself from the lime green beach chair and made his way toward her with amusement dancing in his light grey eyes. Reaching a hand out to her she had that glint in her eyes and her hand gripped his pulling him down in the sand with her. Tumbling, he fell beside her and she just left him there getting up and dusting herself off. The sand was covering her tan back and her shorts were hanging loosely on her hips. She pranced over to the beach chair and plopped down in it sighing as she picked up a book.
That was why he loved her he figured. She always had a book in her hand. She was so content with everything. Yes, he had hated the witch for the past six years, but there was nothing that he could do that would take that back. When had it happened? When they saved each other from themselves back in April. School had just let out and they were both a wreck.
Sauntering over to the young girl who was sitting by herself he tried to put on his best charm. He just wanted to get away from the world. The stresses of his father and all that so here he was just trying to hook up with some random witch, but little did he know it wasn't going to work out like he planned. Sitting in the chair next to her she was downing a firewhisky like she had no care in the world or plans to be anywhere else. As soon as she looked up at him he knew who she was right away. 'Granger' he hissed in his head as he tried to smoothly get up and leave, but there was something different about her. Her hair was falling in her face in scraggly strands, her eyes were completely unfocused, and she was skin and bones. Had she been like this all year? Thinking back to their sixth year he couldn't remember. He didn't know anything about the mudblood because she was someone he just didn't associate with. She was filth and she was disgusting. Tainted.
Her brown eyes seemed dull as she looked up at him. "What do you want?" Her small voice asked already tinged with the effects of the alcohol that she was drinking like it was the last thing that she would ever drink. Eyeing her he didn't know what to think about her. She was a completely different person. Her name was called and she quickly shoved the drink into his hand she put a smile on her face as a red head came over and gave a death glare toward him.
"What's he doing here?" Hermione Granger shrugged her thin shoulders and gave him one last look before following the bloke upstairs. 'Probably to make like rabbits.' Even though his thoughts toward her were vile he couldn't help but wonder what was going on. She was hiding the fact that she was drinking from little won-won and probably scar face too, but he didn't understand. Deep down he had always admired the fact that she was so strong. That's the one thing that made them different. He was so weak and she was so not. To see her like this made all thoughts of admiration fly out the window.
Draco woke the next morning and could hear a train rumbling past his window. Groggily opening his eyes he shielded them from the sun and took a moment to get used to the new surroundings before getting out of bed. Heading down stairs for breakfast was a feat considering he was hung over, ready to hurl at any second, and groggy from only four hours of sleep. Shaking any thoughts from his head he knew he had to face it. They were expecting him and were more than likely going to be angry that he ran off last night. As he descended the last stair he saw her. Her tiny body was decked out in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt that looked a little too big on her. Her hair fell just on her shoulders brushing them every time she moved her head. Potter and Weasel were shoveling food into their mouths and she was plainly pushing hers around her plate nodding every once in a while. "Choo kay mione?" Came out of the red head's mouth between shovels of food that he was downing like an oversized pig or elephant.
"Why yes Ronald I am just fine! I've told you that six or seven times now maybe if you weren't so worried about starving to death, though I don't know how you could considering you eat enough for twenty people, you would listen!" getting up from the table she headed upstairs. Not bothering to listen to the two bafoons talk about how confused they were he headed up the staircase to find out what was really wrong.
Slamming his hands on either side of her head he pinned her against the wall. "What happened to you?" He hissed as he looked her up and down. She didn't even bother to fight back all her fire was gone. She stared at him blankly. Anger boiled in him and he gripped her shoulders shaking her. "Hermione Granger! You listen to me! You can't do this to yourself!" He didn't know why he was worrying so much, but if she was like this than there was no hope for anyone else. She was the only thing that allowed him to still be alive, because she kept him strong even though she didn't know it. Blinking once she just continued to stare at him. Releasing her shoulders he stepped back and stared at her for a moment before turning his nose up at her. "You disgust me!" He hissed and that grabbed her attention. She stared at him a moment.
"Why do you care?" She muttered before crossing her arms over her chest. She dropped them and shied away from him as he stepped closer.
"Because I just do…" Reaching a hand out he grabbed hers within his own.
That's how all this began. She had been practicing anorexia and bulimia religiously and he had been being beaten every night or so and having each other's support was what got them both through May. It was July now and Hermione was sitting quietly in her chair eyeing him suspiciously every once in a while. He didn't realize that he had just lain in the sand and hadn't moved. "You okay?" She called worry lacing her words as she rested her book in her lap for a bit of a break.
"I'm fine. What about you?" Propping up on her shoulders he saw her nod and go back to her book. She knew what her problems had done to her, but luckily she hadn't had them long and hadn't suffered too many consequences. She was still tiny as ever and she wouldn't eat a full meal, but she was beginning to get at least a little meat on her bones.
People were beginning to leave the beach. Couples were cuddled in each other's arms and kids were trailing along behind their parents pushing and shoving each other. Pushing himself from the sand he moved toward the girl. She was quite different since they had been hanging out. For one they had both gotten different hairstyles. Hers had grown some and at the beginning of summer she had gotten a pink streak in her hair which had somewhat faded and his was different too. His hair hung down in his face. Another thing that had change about her was the belly button ring that glinted in the dying sunlight and the emerald ring that adorned her left ring finger. He was proud about that because he was the one who had put it there.
Moving toward her he reached for her hand and held it in his she gave him a small glance before turning to her book with a slight blush coating her cheeks. It was the same blush she had when he got down on one knee.
Exiting the small and quaint restaurant they stepped onto the Paris streets and Draco held the girl close. They had only known each other for a couple of weeks, but when you were the support that they had been for each other it just felt natural to be in love. Leading her toward a bench he gently motioned her onto the cold seat and she chuckled. "Draco! It's cold let's go." She muttered her breath showing in the frigid air as she wrapped her arms around herself. The red coat and black scarf keeping her somewhat warm.
"In a minute, I want to see the site's." He lied smoothly as she eyed him before shivering again and rubbing her gloved hands together for warmth. "Look! Isn't it beautiful?" He asked as he pointed toward the Eifle Tower. While her attention was focused elsewhere he shifted down onto one knee and opened the velvet box that held an emerald encrusted engagement ring. "Hermione?" He muttered nervous as he tried not to visibly show that he was shaking. Reaching for her hand he could see the shock on her face as she tried not to freak out. "Will you marry me?" A nod escaped her barely open lips and he lifted himself from the ground grabbing her and pulling her to him.
Not that they were planning on getting married anytime soon it was still nice to know that she was his. They had been aparating from place to place ever since they left the other two people from the trio sitting in the Leaky Cauldron. They would have to face them sooner or later but for now they were enjoying themselves on the bank somewhere in Australia. Getting closer to her he removed the book from her hand and leaned close to her. Tilting his head to the side her eyes fluttered close and he couldn't help but press a kiss to her small pink lips. Running his hand down her bare side he moved closer to her situating himself in between her legs. He leaned up so that he could kiss her some more. As he pulled back she opened her eyes and stared at him a moment before leaning close and grabbing his lips once more. They were being carefree teenagers without the stress of real life. They were planning on going back for seventh year, but they couldn't do it, not yet. The last time they had tried hadn't ended very well.
"Why would you do this Draco?" Narcissa Malfloy hissed as she tried to keep her voice low. Hermione cowered behind his tall figure trying to stay out of site. The woman was trying to keep somewhat calm so that it wouldn't attract the attention of Lucius, her husband and one scary man. As she went to say something else it was too late. His attention had already been grabbed and she was already backing away from the teenagers that were standing in front of her. The fear that flashed in her eyes tugged at Draco's heart but there was nothing he could do. She had chosen her path. The hatred in his father's eyes caused Draco to stall for a moment and made him vulnerable as he was hit square in the chest with a spell. Falling backwards he only remembered Hermione falling on top of him, shielding him, and then waking up in the middle of a forest.
That was the last time they had been in England. He had been hoping to find shelter in his home, but he had been foolish to think it would have worked. They could have been killed and he was stupid for putting them in danger. It was too late to worry about now though. Hermione's fingers were drawing circles on his neck and her tongue was dancing across his lips. Pulling back the sun had gone down completely and they were the only ones left on the beach. Helping her from the chair he helped her pack up and shrink everything down before grabbing her hand again ready for her to lead them where they needed to go. "It's time to get help Draco." The words came out so fast that he had to think them through in his head before responding. Fighting back the urge to shake his head he knew she was right he just didn't want to believe it. The girl standing next to him had to know what she was talking about though. She had once more become the strong person he knew and loved. She was his Hermione again and from that moment he could tell that she wasn't the frail girl he found months ago. She was determined again and the fire was back. With a squeeze of the hand he knew that he was ready for whatever was about to be thrown at him. Well maybe with the exception of becoming best friends with pot head and weasel. That was a big no.
"Hands. Touching hands. Reaching out. Touching you. Touching me."
A/N: Blehhhh I don't really like how this turned out but I tried. I hope you like it. This is part one of two. There's going to be a second part to this because this is already 2, 400 words and I feel like it's not that good and that it didn't end well, but not only that I want to see how ron and harry react to Hermione and especially draco. Ah well ocness much? But, hey, you can only write a draco/Hermione love story in character so much. If they were in character they wouldn't be in love simple as that. oh well this author's note is really long and you're probably not even reading it, but if you are thank you! Please review it makes my day and give me some ideas. If there are any prompts you want to give me for a one shot I'll gladly take them and I'm looking for a beta reader. If anyone is interested please PM me thanks! Rayn.