As Long As You're Mine
Title:As Long As You're Mine
Author: jaded_icy_rose
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Charcter Deaths, Angst
Summary: Hermione had buried all of her friends and now it was time for her to move on to something new in her life. She just didn't expect it to come from Draco Malfoy.
Disclaimer: Ha! I wish. LOL. And the song goes to the Broadway show, "Wicked".
To: angeleyesjg24, enjoy sweetie ^_^
A/N: I really tried to make this a fluff, but it just didn't want to work with me. So I give you a sort of angst story but read it and then tell me what you think. As always, reviews are cherished and loved, please give them ^_^
Every moment
As long as you're mine
I'll wake up my body
And make up for lost time
As the casket lowered, Hermione felt the tears build up and she had to look down, allowing them to fall. It was only because she was burying the last of her friends that she allowed the tears to show themselves. The first had been Ron, then his sister Ginny, followed by Seamus, and now she was putting the last of them into the ground, Harry.
Four years.
That was the time that this war took away from her life and had caused her so much grief, she was just grateful that her parents had gone with the Weasleys and fled England. It had been one of Harry’s last demands as he took charge in the Order of the Phoenix, at only twenty-one. All four of the adults had argued of course, refusing to leave their children but it was only because Harry knew that Ginny wanted her parents to raise their child that he made it an official order.
Her heart ached for Ginny, her best friend.
The images from her funeral came rushing back as she watched the remaining members of the Order walk up, taking a small handful of dirt as they let it go and it began to cover Harry’s grave.
Hermione knew that Harry was upset, just looking at him with his shoulders hunched over and his eyes bloodshot from no sleep made it evident enough. When they had buried Ron four months prior she had looked like that, and Harry hadn’t stopped apologizing since then, taking the blame on his shoulders for the death of his best friend, her love.
As she looked up to see Mrs. Weasley clutching to her husband for support, she couldn’t begin to imagine the pain that the older woman was feeling, the heartache. This was the second child she had to bury since the war began and the Trio hadn’t returned to Hogwarts. Reaching out, she pressed her hand to Harry’s shoulder as he walked up to the hole in the ground that now held Ginny’s casket with her body inside.
What she hadn’t expected was what came next as Harry collapsed, crying out in anguish.
She knelt beside her friend, comforting him. As she looked up, she saw the familiar grey eyes that had begun to haunt her since Ron’s death. Draco Malfoy had come to the Order willingly, demanding that he be a part of the defeat of Voldemort. But that wasn’t what unnerved her as she caught his gaze as he watched Harry cry as she comforted her friend.
It was the lust behind that gaze that caught her off guard.
Draco had never be subtle about wanting Hermione, he’d be crude enough to admit it to her only a month after Ron had been buried and laid to rest. She had never taken him seriously, always brushing off his attention with a simple nod or a look. It hadn’t even affected her the night that he had walked into her room when all that covered her body was a simple white silk gown and he had undressed her with her eyes.
But now she was alone, and part of her wanted the comfort that Draco offered to her. She knew that it could only be her body that he wanted, nothing more really made sense but now that he was all she could turn to - she felt like taking the chance.
Besides, the war was over now.
Harry had paid the ultimate price, and for everyone to keep their dreams alive, the world demanded his death. He had taken Voldemort with him, but that still didn’t make things better. As Hermione brushed away the last of her tears, she glanced up and caught the familiar grey gaze that she knew would be there. He’d been watching her and the only reason she hadn’t died that night Harry had was because Draco had pulled her away at the last minute, protecting her body with his as they crashed against the pavement.
Saying her goodbyes to the many that came to mourn the death of the Boy Who Lived, Hermione let the irony die as she walked towards her car, knowing exactly who would be standing beside it. As she took her keys out of her pocket, she reached out to slid it into the lock and stopped short when a gloved hand caught her own.
“You’re in no condition to drive, Granger,” he said, taking her keys from her. Placing a hand on the small of her back Draco guided Hermione around the car and opened the door for her, shutting it when she was in her seat. He got in on the other side and started the car, slowly pulling away from the cemetery. As they left, Hermione took one last glance behind her, seeing the three graves of the people she loved on the top of the hill.
It was time to say goodbye.
Draco knew that everything he did right now would determine whether or not Hermione would begin to trust him, so he took care with that. He’d always cared for her, ever since she had walked up to him after he’d been captured by Aurors and sent to Azkaban. Instead of slapping him across the face, she had knelt down beside him and taken his bruised and battered face into her hands.
“Why did you run, Draco?” she murmured as she checked over his wounds, healing them after she had checked over them. He glanced at her through one eye, the other was still swollen.
“What would you have done?” he asked her in return. When she didn’t respond he figured that she was probably going to admit to being noble and brave, telling him that she would’ve stayed. Of course she would say that because that’s how she had been raised, but he had been raised in a completely different way, he had been raised to become a killer and nothing more.
“I would’ve run,” she whispered. Her answer took him by surprise and as he looked to her, meeting her eyes, he knew right then that he had fallen in love with her.
She was the only one who’d ever showed compassion to him and meant it.
It didn’t matter that she was grieving, Draco still wanted her. He felt disgusted with himself for it too. He hadn’t wanted to feel like this, he hadn’t wanted to take her into his arms and take her into his room. He wanted to help her forget about the pain and remember the good times she had with her friends, but that didn’t mean she had to do it immediately. Scolding himself, he made sure the water level was fine in the old teakettle that he had.
Glancing into his living room, he noticed she hadn’t moved. She had been staring out the window for a good half-hour and hadn’t moved, even when he had wrapped the blanket around her shivering body. With a small sigh he wiped his wet hands on his pants and he walked back into the room, “Tea will be ready in a bit, Hermione,” he murmured. She turned to him, her eyes watery from all the tears she had let fall and her cheeks were stained red.
Walking up to her, he took a tissue into his hand and wiped her cheeks dry as he took ahold of one of her hands, “You’re not alone, you know that right?”
“I know.” Her voice cracked. He hadn’t expected her to reply and as he looked up, he smiled a little as he noticed a bit of life coming back to her eyes.
“It’s about time you talked, I want you to know that you can stay here as long as you nee-” Her fingers covered his lips, preventing him from continuing. Before he could touch her hand and pull her fingers away, her lips were on his as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
He didn’t know what the hell to do, so he kissed her back.
His arms wrapped around her tightly as he slowly pushed her back against the couch and laid her back against it. Before he knew exactly what he was doing, he had pushed the blanket aside that she had wrapped tightly around her body and had begun to unbutton the hideous black shirt she was wearing. Draco paused when he finally pulled his lips away from hers and he realized what he had been doing.
“Hermione, I…” He trailed off.
“Shh,” she murmured, “I didn’t hear me telling you to stop.” Draco shut his eyes a moment, trying to make himself wake up from a dream but when he opened them again, she was still lying beneath his arms.
“I-I…,” he paused, “Are you sure about this, Hermione?” he whispered as his hand brushed the hair away from her face.
“Make love to me, Draco,” Hermione whispered softly, “Make me feel complete again.”
Author: jaded_icy_rose
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Charcter Deaths, Angst
Summary: Hermione had buried all of her friends and now it was time for her to move on to something new in her life. She just didn't expect it to come from Draco Malfoy.
Disclaimer: Ha! I wish. LOL. And the song goes to the Broadway show, "Wicked".
To: angeleyesjg24, enjoy sweetie ^_^
A/N: I really tried to make this a fluff, but it just didn't want to work with me. So I give you a sort of angst story but read it and then tell me what you think. As always, reviews are cherished and loved, please give them ^_^
Every moment
As long as you're mine
I'll wake up my body
And make up for lost time
As the casket lowered, Hermione felt the tears build up and she had to look down, allowing them to fall. It was only because she was burying the last of her friends that she allowed the tears to show themselves. The first had been Ron, then his sister Ginny, followed by Seamus, and now she was putting the last of them into the ground, Harry.
Four years.
That was the time that this war took away from her life and had caused her so much grief, she was just grateful that her parents had gone with the Weasleys and fled England. It had been one of Harry’s last demands as he took charge in the Order of the Phoenix, at only twenty-one. All four of the adults had argued of course, refusing to leave their children but it was only because Harry knew that Ginny wanted her parents to raise their child that he made it an official order.
Her heart ached for Ginny, her best friend.
The images from her funeral came rushing back as she watched the remaining members of the Order walk up, taking a small handful of dirt as they let it go and it began to cover Harry’s grave.
Hermione knew that Harry was upset, just looking at him with his shoulders hunched over and his eyes bloodshot from no sleep made it evident enough. When they had buried Ron four months prior she had looked like that, and Harry hadn’t stopped apologizing since then, taking the blame on his shoulders for the death of his best friend, her love.
As she looked up to see Mrs. Weasley clutching to her husband for support, she couldn’t begin to imagine the pain that the older woman was feeling, the heartache. This was the second child she had to bury since the war began and the Trio hadn’t returned to Hogwarts. Reaching out, she pressed her hand to Harry’s shoulder as he walked up to the hole in the ground that now held Ginny’s casket with her body inside.
What she hadn’t expected was what came next as Harry collapsed, crying out in anguish.
She knelt beside her friend, comforting him. As she looked up, she saw the familiar grey eyes that had begun to haunt her since Ron’s death. Draco Malfoy had come to the Order willingly, demanding that he be a part of the defeat of Voldemort. But that wasn’t what unnerved her as she caught his gaze as he watched Harry cry as she comforted her friend.
It was the lust behind that gaze that caught her off guard.
Draco had never be subtle about wanting Hermione, he’d be crude enough to admit it to her only a month after Ron had been buried and laid to rest. She had never taken him seriously, always brushing off his attention with a simple nod or a look. It hadn’t even affected her the night that he had walked into her room when all that covered her body was a simple white silk gown and he had undressed her with her eyes.
But now she was alone, and part of her wanted the comfort that Draco offered to her. She knew that it could only be her body that he wanted, nothing more really made sense but now that he was all she could turn to - she felt like taking the chance.
Besides, the war was over now.
Harry had paid the ultimate price, and for everyone to keep their dreams alive, the world demanded his death. He had taken Voldemort with him, but that still didn’t make things better. As Hermione brushed away the last of her tears, she glanced up and caught the familiar grey gaze that she knew would be there. He’d been watching her and the only reason she hadn’t died that night Harry had was because Draco had pulled her away at the last minute, protecting her body with his as they crashed against the pavement.
Saying her goodbyes to the many that came to mourn the death of the Boy Who Lived, Hermione let the irony die as she walked towards her car, knowing exactly who would be standing beside it. As she took her keys out of her pocket, she reached out to slid it into the lock and stopped short when a gloved hand caught her own.
“You’re in no condition to drive, Granger,” he said, taking her keys from her. Placing a hand on the small of her back Draco guided Hermione around the car and opened the door for her, shutting it when she was in her seat. He got in on the other side and started the car, slowly pulling away from the cemetery. As they left, Hermione took one last glance behind her, seeing the three graves of the people she loved on the top of the hill.
It was time to say goodbye.
Draco knew that everything he did right now would determine whether or not Hermione would begin to trust him, so he took care with that. He’d always cared for her, ever since she had walked up to him after he’d been captured by Aurors and sent to Azkaban. Instead of slapping him across the face, she had knelt down beside him and taken his bruised and battered face into her hands.
“Why did you run, Draco?” she murmured as she checked over his wounds, healing them after she had checked over them. He glanced at her through one eye, the other was still swollen.
“What would you have done?” he asked her in return. When she didn’t respond he figured that she was probably going to admit to being noble and brave, telling him that she would’ve stayed. Of course she would say that because that’s how she had been raised, but he had been raised in a completely different way, he had been raised to become a killer and nothing more.
“I would’ve run,” she whispered. Her answer took him by surprise and as he looked to her, meeting her eyes, he knew right then that he had fallen in love with her.
She was the only one who’d ever showed compassion to him and meant it.
It didn’t matter that she was grieving, Draco still wanted her. He felt disgusted with himself for it too. He hadn’t wanted to feel like this, he hadn’t wanted to take her into his arms and take her into his room. He wanted to help her forget about the pain and remember the good times she had with her friends, but that didn’t mean she had to do it immediately. Scolding himself, he made sure the water level was fine in the old teakettle that he had.
Glancing into his living room, he noticed she hadn’t moved. She had been staring out the window for a good half-hour and hadn’t moved, even when he had wrapped the blanket around her shivering body. With a small sigh he wiped his wet hands on his pants and he walked back into the room, “Tea will be ready in a bit, Hermione,” he murmured. She turned to him, her eyes watery from all the tears she had let fall and her cheeks were stained red.
Walking up to her, he took a tissue into his hand and wiped her cheeks dry as he took ahold of one of her hands, “You’re not alone, you know that right?”
“I know.” Her voice cracked. He hadn’t expected her to reply and as he looked up, he smiled a little as he noticed a bit of life coming back to her eyes.
“It’s about time you talked, I want you to know that you can stay here as long as you nee-” Her fingers covered his lips, preventing him from continuing. Before he could touch her hand and pull her fingers away, her lips were on his as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
He didn’t know what the hell to do, so he kissed her back.
His arms wrapped around her tightly as he slowly pushed her back against the couch and laid her back against it. Before he knew exactly what he was doing, he had pushed the blanket aside that she had wrapped tightly around her body and had begun to unbutton the hideous black shirt she was wearing. Draco paused when he finally pulled his lips away from hers and he realized what he had been doing.
“Hermione, I…” He trailed off.
“Shh,” she murmured, “I didn’t hear me telling you to stop.” Draco shut his eyes a moment, trying to make himself wake up from a dream but when he opened them again, she was still lying beneath his arms.
“I-I…,” he paused, “Are you sure about this, Hermione?” he whispered as his hand brushed the hair away from her face.
“Make love to me, Draco,” Hermione whispered softly, “Make me feel complete again.”