A Perfect Sonnet
Title:A Perfect Sonnet
Author: jaded_icy_rose
Rating: R
Warnings: Character Death, Angst
Summary: He was only supposed to help her deal with the pain and heal. He wasn't supposed to feel this way.
Disclaimer: Totally not mine. I wish. Lyrics aren't mine either, they are sung by Bright Eyes.
This song fic goes to lunacat. I hope you enjoy it ^_^ And reviews are always loved and appreciated.
but I guess i'll have to settle for a few brief moments
and watch it all dissolve into a single second
try to write it down into a perfect sonnet
or one foolish line
Inside he knew that this was never going to work. Deep down he knew that it was only going to be these few brief moments that they had with one another. At the time, she was grieving for the person she claimed to have loved and he could help her through that pain. But Draco didn’t want that, he wanted more, but when it came to Hermione, there wasn’t much more he could take without hurting her.
Even as he stood by the window, waiting for her quiet footsteps to walk through that door, Draco knew that when she finally felt like he was out of her system, she’d leave. So right now, he was going to take what he could. And in telling himself the truth, he wasn’t going to deny himself the pleasure of having Pansy, ready and waiting for him. Pansy gave, and he took. With Hermione, he was the one giving and he enjoyed the switching of that role.
No longer was he the spoiled Slytherin brat that she loathed every day in classes. When she walked through that door, he was her lover and her confidant. She could talk to him about anything and word never escaped from his lips. He knew that neither of them would admit to wanting one another, mostly because it would only cause problems but deep down, he wanted to. The doorknob turned and immediately he caught the scent of the shampoo that she used.
Turning to her, Draco smiled a little and walked towards her, pulling her into his arms. As she wrapped hers around him, for that brief moment there was a moment of pure happiness and contentment. As he leaned down and captured her lips with his own, his fingers weaved through her hair and he gave a gently tug, revealing her neck to his hungry mouth.
He’d wanted her.
He’d needed her.
And frankly, she’d pissed him off when she corrected him in Potions that day. Now, he’d have what he wanted and she wasn’t going to deny him tonight. His lust for her only increased as she whimpered when he pulled a little too tightly and moaned as he cupped her breast. Pushing her up against the wall, he roughly pulled her robes apart and before she could talk and break the spell that both had come under, he kissed her again.
He didn’t want her to talk. It would only have ruined the moment.
As he forced her legs apart with his knee, he didn’t give a damn as she tried to push him away. It wasn’t until she dug her nails into his shoulder that he looked up to her and met her eyes.
“Draco, I have to go,” she murmured. He raised a brow, and his lust turned into anger as he glared towards her.
“Oh, so you just came down for a damn quickie?” he growled.
“No,” she whispered as she adjusted her robes. “I came down here to tell you that I’m going home.” Draco didn’t know what to do as he moved away from her and refused to looked towards her. She couldn’t end it.
Not like this.
So he didn’t talk to her, and didn’t look in her direction until he heard the door shut behind him. His eyes remained on the door, willing it to open again and there she’d be.
He didn’t even realize that his hand was bleeding as he pulled it away from the wall.
He hadn’t even known that he’d punched the wall.
He damned the Weasel for dying and putting him through this as he became Hermione’s way of grieving, but at the same time, he cherished what Ron Weasley had given him with Hermione Granger after he’d been killed.
Author: jaded_icy_rose
Rating: R
Warnings: Character Death, Angst
Summary: He was only supposed to help her deal with the pain and heal. He wasn't supposed to feel this way.
Disclaimer: Totally not mine. I wish. Lyrics aren't mine either, they are sung by Bright Eyes.
This song fic goes to lunacat. I hope you enjoy it ^_^ And reviews are always loved and appreciated.
but I guess i'll have to settle for a few brief moments
and watch it all dissolve into a single second
try to write it down into a perfect sonnet
or one foolish line
Inside he knew that this was never going to work. Deep down he knew that it was only going to be these few brief moments that they had with one another. At the time, she was grieving for the person she claimed to have loved and he could help her through that pain. But Draco didn’t want that, he wanted more, but when it came to Hermione, there wasn’t much more he could take without hurting her.
Even as he stood by the window, waiting for her quiet footsteps to walk through that door, Draco knew that when she finally felt like he was out of her system, she’d leave. So right now, he was going to take what he could. And in telling himself the truth, he wasn’t going to deny himself the pleasure of having Pansy, ready and waiting for him. Pansy gave, and he took. With Hermione, he was the one giving and he enjoyed the switching of that role.
No longer was he the spoiled Slytherin brat that she loathed every day in classes. When she walked through that door, he was her lover and her confidant. She could talk to him about anything and word never escaped from his lips. He knew that neither of them would admit to wanting one another, mostly because it would only cause problems but deep down, he wanted to. The doorknob turned and immediately he caught the scent of the shampoo that she used.
Turning to her, Draco smiled a little and walked towards her, pulling her into his arms. As she wrapped hers around him, for that brief moment there was a moment of pure happiness and contentment. As he leaned down and captured her lips with his own, his fingers weaved through her hair and he gave a gently tug, revealing her neck to his hungry mouth.
He’d wanted her.
He’d needed her.
And frankly, she’d pissed him off when she corrected him in Potions that day. Now, he’d have what he wanted and she wasn’t going to deny him tonight. His lust for her only increased as she whimpered when he pulled a little too tightly and moaned as he cupped her breast. Pushing her up against the wall, he roughly pulled her robes apart and before she could talk and break the spell that both had come under, he kissed her again.
He didn’t want her to talk. It would only have ruined the moment.
As he forced her legs apart with his knee, he didn’t give a damn as she tried to push him away. It wasn’t until she dug her nails into his shoulder that he looked up to her and met her eyes.
“Draco, I have to go,” she murmured. He raised a brow, and his lust turned into anger as he glared towards her.
“Oh, so you just came down for a damn quickie?” he growled.
“No,” she whispered as she adjusted her robes. “I came down here to tell you that I’m going home.” Draco didn’t know what to do as he moved away from her and refused to looked towards her. She couldn’t end it.
Not like this.
So he didn’t talk to her, and didn’t look in her direction until he heard the door shut behind him. His eyes remained on the door, willing it to open again and there she’d be.
He didn’t even realize that his hand was bleeding as he pulled it away from the wall.
He hadn’t even known that he’d punched the wall.
He damned the Weasel for dying and putting him through this as he became Hermione’s way of grieving, but at the same time, he cherished what Ron Weasley had given him with Hermione Granger after he’d been killed.