Freedom
Title: Freedom
Author: jaded_icy_rose
Rating: G
Warnings: Spoilers for HBP
Summary: AU: Draco Malfoy has wanted to forget all about his time at Hogwarts, especially the memories of a brunette that he hasn't been able to forget because his friend Pansy won't let him. What happens when Pansy does a bit of life meddling for Draco?
Disclaimer: Not mine, Jo is owner of it all - minus the song, it's by WHAM, the group that George Michael was in.
A/N:Alright, let me do a little explanation. This technically doesn't go with the whole HBP storyline, the reason I put that there is spoilers for it is because there kind of is...it's confusing but once you read the story you'll get why.
Anyways, you'll understand more when you read. Enjoy ^_^
To: angeleyesjg24, I hope you enjoy it.
Every day I hear a different story,
People say that you're no good for me.
Saw your lover with another
And he's making a fool of you, oh
Draco knew what the tabloids were saying, and he rolled his eyes as a copy of the The Daily Prophet was pushed in front of him. Glancing up, he sighed, “Dammit Pansy, what do you want now?”
“I want you to go after her.” Pansy replied as she took a seat across from Draco, crossing her arms over the table. “When’s the last time you talked to her? Since graduation?” she murmured, reaching out she grabbed Draco’s hot chocolate and took a sip of it.
“Excuse you, now you can order me another one,” he growled in reply, “And I’ve seen her, just not up close.” Draco didn’t bother looking up towards his best friend because he knew exactly what expression would be present on her face. It would be one of pure annoyance and as much as it brought him joy to annoy her, he knew that if he tried to change the subject, she wouldn’t let him. He opened up the book he had in front of him, turning the page.
“Enough already,” Pansy exclaimed, slamming her hand onto the book, “I’m sick and tired of your stupidity.” Draco raised a brow as he closed the book on her hand, hard. Pulling her hand away, Pansy frowned as she looked at her nails, “Damn you, I broke a nail.”
“That’s what you deserve for calling me stupid.” Draco retorted, “Take it back.” He demanded. Pansy met his gaze, her eyes wide.
“No. Not until you talk to her.” Pansy replied. Draco rolled his eyes as he shook his head.
“Pansy, there’s no point in even trying to say anything to her. She’s in love with that Weasel, and besides that according to this it was just a fight - they haven’t called off their engagement.” Draco growled, “Now leave me alone dammit.” Pansy’s grin widened.
“Uh-oh, you’re busted,” she laughed softly, “You screwed up.” Draco glanced at her, confusion clear on his face.
“What?”
Pansy grinned as she leaned back in her chair, arms crossed, “I never told you that the magazine said that Hermione and Ron hadn’t called off their engagement, and you never opened the magazine, which means the only way for you to know what it said is if you already read it.” Draco waited a moment, shutting his eyes as he sighed and Pansy grinned in victory. “Ha! I knew it.”
“Fine. I read it. What difference can it make? None, she’s still going to marry that prat.” Draco murmured. Pansy shook her head as she leaned closer to him.
“Nope. The wedding’s off. Apparently, he cheated on her and his mistress told everyone at their engagement party, making a complete fool of poor Hermione.” Pansy shook her head, “I would’ve killed the Weasel, but Hermione just held her head up high and walked out of that room.” Draco stared at her blankly.
“How do you know all of this?”
“Oh,” Pansy looked down a moment and then sighed, “Alright, fine. I asked Oliver Wood out after his Quidditch practice when I was there to write an article about the team.” She met Draco’s gaze, “He said sure and before I knew it I was one of the guests at the Weasley-Granger engagement party.”
Draco’s frown slowly disappeared as he tried to hold back his laughter with only a smile. When it didn’t work, he started laughing loud enough for Pansy’s cheeks to turn a slight red shade.
“Shut up, Draco,” she warned, “Or believe me I’ll make you pay.”
“And what could you possibly do to me?” he asked, holding his side from laughing too much.
“I’ll tell Hermione that you’ve loved her ever since that night before graduation when you two slept together and she thought you were both drunk.” She said, “And I’ll tell Harry too!”
Draco glared at her.
“You wouldn’t dare,” he started.
“Try me.” Pansy grinned, “And speaking of Hermione, there she is.” Pansy started waving frantically at the woman that walked into Three Broomsticks, smiling as she did, “I invited her over for a couple drinks when I ran into her in Diagon Alley. Hope you don’t mind.”
Draco didn’t have time to mind, because before he could utter a single word against it, Hermione was walking up to their table. He admired her from afar, her hair had slowly straightened over the five years since they left Hogwarts and her form had filled out in all the right places. Her light blue sweater was snug across her chest and her jeans were tight across her butt, making Draco’s pants tighten as he noticed the small sway she had with her hips.
“Hello, Pansy,” Hermione said softly, her eyes moved over to Draco, “Draco, it’s been a long time.” He nodded, sitting up a bit, trying to figure out how he could get out of there and get out quick.
“It has. You look good.” He replied.
‘That’s not leaving you idiot.’ He told himself.
Hermione’s smile made any thought of getting away disappear from Draco’s mind.
“Thank you, you look good too,” Hermione said, taking a deep breath in she sighed as she sat down, “It’s good to see both of you again, we lost touch after Hogwarts.” Draco nodded, he knew the reason why they had lost touch - it had been because at the time, Hermione and Ron’s relationship had moved up another level and Draco hated Ron so he simply stayed away.
That and Ron had told him that Draco would never get to see Hermione as long as he had anything to say about it.
Draco hadn’t wanted to put Hermione through the ordeal of having to choose between Ron or himself, so he had made the choice for her, even though Harry had insisted that Ron could never completely cut Draco out of their group. It was weird, being friends with the Boy Who Lived and his friends, especially after his own father had brought him up to hate Harry Potter.
But it had all changed when Harry had accepted Draco’s handshake and the two had begun to hang out together. Slowly, Draco realized that the ideals his father had taught as law in their home was wrong. He still firmly believed that Purebloods should be more powerful when it came to the wizarding world, but that didn’t mean that Muggle-borns should be cast out completely. Things had changed and in Draco’s sixth year, Lucius had disowned him after he refused to take the Dark Mark and aligned himself with Harry instead of Voldemort.
It was because of Draco’s refusal that his father now lived in Azkaban with his good friend Severus Snape after they both attempted to kill Dumbledore and Harry. Pansy had remained Draco’s only true friend after he had gone against Voldemort, and that only happened because Voldemort had killed Pansy’s entire family, leaving her an orphan.
Narcissa, after Lucius had been sentenced to Azkaban for life, took Draco back into the Malfoy Manor and gave him his rightful place back in the family. She had never agreed with Lucius’ plans and had threatened to leave him if he dare put Draco in danger. But she didn’t have to after Draco had turned in his own father and teacher.
He had even fought beside Harry in the Second War and helped Hermione come up with the potion that destroyed Voldemort’s last Horcrux. The celebration feast during their seventh year is when Draco knew that he could never look at Hermione again without loving her. They had been drinking - everyone had because now Voldemort was nothing more than a name and they had all been celebrating. Hermione and Draco ended up in his bed with one another, waking up the next morning to the naked bodies of each other.
After everything, they all graduated from Hogwarts and had gone their separate ways. And he hadn’t said a word to her since.
“Draco?” Hermione said softly, cutting his thoughts off, “Draco, did you hear what I said?” He shook his head.
“No, sorry, I was just thinking about…school.” He replied. Hermione smiled a little and nodded.
“Me too,” she whispered. Pansy glanced between the two of them, her chin resting on her hand. Seeing the looks that were going between Draco and Hermione, she grinned slowly and bit on her lower lip.
“Oh, damn.” She exclaimed, “I completely forgot that I’m supposed to meet Oliver at the Quidditch Emporium. So sorry, Hermione, I’ll have to take a rain check.” She quickly gathered her things before Draco or Hermione could interrupt her, “Bye then.” She said, waving to them both as she walked out the door. Hermione watched as Pansy walked out the door and then slowly turned back towards Draco.
“Well,” she started.
“Pansy’s just being an annoying brat.” He cut in, “You don’t have to stay if you don’t want to. I imagine you have better things to do.” Hermione waited a moment, her eyes showing the confusion that she was feeling as she glanced down to her hands. Draco watched her, and wanted to reach out, take her into his arms and just kiss her senseless. He grabbed onto the sides of the chair to keep from doing so.
He had to bite his cheek to keep from moaning aloud as he watched her moisten her lips with her tongue.
“What if I don’t want to go?” She asked. Draco stopped a moment, wondering if he heard her correctly. Before he could ask her though, Hermione stood up from her chair and grabbed her jacket. As Draco moved to try and stop her, to try and tell her that he wanted her to stay and that he wanted to spend as much time with her as she wanted to be with him, he stopped when Hermione’s lips pressed against his own.
Her lips were soft, like a rose petal.
Her fingers ran through his hair and before he could wrap his arm around her waist, she had pulled away and he heard the chiming from the bell on the door as she ran out of it.
“Dammit,” he growled. Grabbing his coat and his book he took off after her. He dodged people and animals as he ran through Hogsmeade after her, he knew where she was going and he quickly cut through an alley to try and cut her off.
Hermione sighed as she slowed down to wipe her tears, glancing around she started walking as she came up towards the Shrieking Shack. Sniffing, she pulled her gloves on as she shivered a bit from the snow, when she looked up, she jumped back as she screamed.
“Whoa, calm down, it’s just me.” Draco said as he lifted his hands to keep Hermione from stunning him as she pulled out her wand. He wanted to smack himself across the head as he noticed her tears. When she lowered her wand, he walked up and reached up, wiping her tears away with his thumb. “Are you okay?”
“I-I’m fine,” she stuttered.
“Why’d you leave like that?” he asked her softly, pushing her hair out of her face.
“B-because I thought that you wanted me to leave,” she started, “You told me to leave, so I thought that you didn’t want to…to…” she stopped talking as she started to cry again. Draco wasn’t sure what to do, so instead of saying anything, he leaned in and kissed her softly.
Taken off guard, it took Hermione a few moments to respond, but she soon did as he hands wrapped around his waist as his hands cupped her face. His lips were warm and he tasted like chocolate. She giggled a little as he pulled away, glancing up towards him.
“That was nice,” she said softly. Draco nodded as he ran his fingers along her face.
“Why did you come into Three Broomsticks today, Hermione?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” she replied, reaching up she took a hold of his hand.
“Maybe, but I want to hear you say it.” Draco replied.
“Okay. I broke off my engagement with Ron for one reason, and it wasn’t because he was cheating on me; that became the reason I told my family. I didn’t want to marry him…” Hermione started, “The truth is, Draco, that ever since I woke up in your arms when I was seventeen and you were so sweet to me, I haven’t been able to get you out of my head. You offered me a life that day that I never could’ve imagined, the freedom of not having to worry about anything, the freedom to love someone,” She licked her lips, “And I’ve wanted you to come and fight for me, when you didn’t, I asked Pansy to arrange for you and me to meet so I could tell you that I lo-”
“Granger.” Draco said, “Shut up.” Before she could reply, Draco’s mouth covered Hermione’s and their arms wrapped around one another.
Now, they were free to love one another.
Reviews are loved and cherished.
Author: jaded_icy_rose
Rating: G
Warnings: Spoilers for HBP
Summary: AU: Draco Malfoy has wanted to forget all about his time at Hogwarts, especially the memories of a brunette that he hasn't been able to forget because his friend Pansy won't let him. What happens when Pansy does a bit of life meddling for Draco?
Disclaimer: Not mine, Jo is owner of it all - minus the song, it's by WHAM, the group that George Michael was in.
A/N:Alright, let me do a little explanation. This technically doesn't go with the whole HBP storyline, the reason I put that there is spoilers for it is because there kind of is...it's confusing but once you read the story you'll get why.
Anyways, you'll understand more when you read. Enjoy ^_^
To: angeleyesjg24, I hope you enjoy it.
Every day I hear a different story,
People say that you're no good for me.
Saw your lover with another
And he's making a fool of you, oh
Draco knew what the tabloids were saying, and he rolled his eyes as a copy of the The Daily Prophet was pushed in front of him. Glancing up, he sighed, “Dammit Pansy, what do you want now?”
“I want you to go after her.” Pansy replied as she took a seat across from Draco, crossing her arms over the table. “When’s the last time you talked to her? Since graduation?” she murmured, reaching out she grabbed Draco’s hot chocolate and took a sip of it.
“Excuse you, now you can order me another one,” he growled in reply, “And I’ve seen her, just not up close.” Draco didn’t bother looking up towards his best friend because he knew exactly what expression would be present on her face. It would be one of pure annoyance and as much as it brought him joy to annoy her, he knew that if he tried to change the subject, she wouldn’t let him. He opened up the book he had in front of him, turning the page.
“Enough already,” Pansy exclaimed, slamming her hand onto the book, “I’m sick and tired of your stupidity.” Draco raised a brow as he closed the book on her hand, hard. Pulling her hand away, Pansy frowned as she looked at her nails, “Damn you, I broke a nail.”
“That’s what you deserve for calling me stupid.” Draco retorted, “Take it back.” He demanded. Pansy met his gaze, her eyes wide.
“No. Not until you talk to her.” Pansy replied. Draco rolled his eyes as he shook his head.
“Pansy, there’s no point in even trying to say anything to her. She’s in love with that Weasel, and besides that according to this it was just a fight - they haven’t called off their engagement.” Draco growled, “Now leave me alone dammit.” Pansy’s grin widened.
“Uh-oh, you’re busted,” she laughed softly, “You screwed up.” Draco glanced at her, confusion clear on his face.
“What?”
Pansy grinned as she leaned back in her chair, arms crossed, “I never told you that the magazine said that Hermione and Ron hadn’t called off their engagement, and you never opened the magazine, which means the only way for you to know what it said is if you already read it.” Draco waited a moment, shutting his eyes as he sighed and Pansy grinned in victory. “Ha! I knew it.”
“Fine. I read it. What difference can it make? None, she’s still going to marry that prat.” Draco murmured. Pansy shook her head as she leaned closer to him.
“Nope. The wedding’s off. Apparently, he cheated on her and his mistress told everyone at their engagement party, making a complete fool of poor Hermione.” Pansy shook her head, “I would’ve killed the Weasel, but Hermione just held her head up high and walked out of that room.” Draco stared at her blankly.
“How do you know all of this?”
“Oh,” Pansy looked down a moment and then sighed, “Alright, fine. I asked Oliver Wood out after his Quidditch practice when I was there to write an article about the team.” She met Draco’s gaze, “He said sure and before I knew it I was one of the guests at the Weasley-Granger engagement party.”
Draco’s frown slowly disappeared as he tried to hold back his laughter with only a smile. When it didn’t work, he started laughing loud enough for Pansy’s cheeks to turn a slight red shade.
“Shut up, Draco,” she warned, “Or believe me I’ll make you pay.”
“And what could you possibly do to me?” he asked, holding his side from laughing too much.
“I’ll tell Hermione that you’ve loved her ever since that night before graduation when you two slept together and she thought you were both drunk.” She said, “And I’ll tell Harry too!”
Draco glared at her.
“You wouldn’t dare,” he started.
“Try me.” Pansy grinned, “And speaking of Hermione, there she is.” Pansy started waving frantically at the woman that walked into Three Broomsticks, smiling as she did, “I invited her over for a couple drinks when I ran into her in Diagon Alley. Hope you don’t mind.”
Draco didn’t have time to mind, because before he could utter a single word against it, Hermione was walking up to their table. He admired her from afar, her hair had slowly straightened over the five years since they left Hogwarts and her form had filled out in all the right places. Her light blue sweater was snug across her chest and her jeans were tight across her butt, making Draco’s pants tighten as he noticed the small sway she had with her hips.
“Hello, Pansy,” Hermione said softly, her eyes moved over to Draco, “Draco, it’s been a long time.” He nodded, sitting up a bit, trying to figure out how he could get out of there and get out quick.
“It has. You look good.” He replied.
‘That’s not leaving you idiot.’ He told himself.
Hermione’s smile made any thought of getting away disappear from Draco’s mind.
“Thank you, you look good too,” Hermione said, taking a deep breath in she sighed as she sat down, “It’s good to see both of you again, we lost touch after Hogwarts.” Draco nodded, he knew the reason why they had lost touch - it had been because at the time, Hermione and Ron’s relationship had moved up another level and Draco hated Ron so he simply stayed away.
That and Ron had told him that Draco would never get to see Hermione as long as he had anything to say about it.
Draco hadn’t wanted to put Hermione through the ordeal of having to choose between Ron or himself, so he had made the choice for her, even though Harry had insisted that Ron could never completely cut Draco out of their group. It was weird, being friends with the Boy Who Lived and his friends, especially after his own father had brought him up to hate Harry Potter.
But it had all changed when Harry had accepted Draco’s handshake and the two had begun to hang out together. Slowly, Draco realized that the ideals his father had taught as law in their home was wrong. He still firmly believed that Purebloods should be more powerful when it came to the wizarding world, but that didn’t mean that Muggle-borns should be cast out completely. Things had changed and in Draco’s sixth year, Lucius had disowned him after he refused to take the Dark Mark and aligned himself with Harry instead of Voldemort.
It was because of Draco’s refusal that his father now lived in Azkaban with his good friend Severus Snape after they both attempted to kill Dumbledore and Harry. Pansy had remained Draco’s only true friend after he had gone against Voldemort, and that only happened because Voldemort had killed Pansy’s entire family, leaving her an orphan.
Narcissa, after Lucius had been sentenced to Azkaban for life, took Draco back into the Malfoy Manor and gave him his rightful place back in the family. She had never agreed with Lucius’ plans and had threatened to leave him if he dare put Draco in danger. But she didn’t have to after Draco had turned in his own father and teacher.
He had even fought beside Harry in the Second War and helped Hermione come up with the potion that destroyed Voldemort’s last Horcrux. The celebration feast during their seventh year is when Draco knew that he could never look at Hermione again without loving her. They had been drinking - everyone had because now Voldemort was nothing more than a name and they had all been celebrating. Hermione and Draco ended up in his bed with one another, waking up the next morning to the naked bodies of each other.
After everything, they all graduated from Hogwarts and had gone their separate ways. And he hadn’t said a word to her since.
“Draco?” Hermione said softly, cutting his thoughts off, “Draco, did you hear what I said?” He shook his head.
“No, sorry, I was just thinking about…school.” He replied. Hermione smiled a little and nodded.
“Me too,” she whispered. Pansy glanced between the two of them, her chin resting on her hand. Seeing the looks that were going between Draco and Hermione, she grinned slowly and bit on her lower lip.
“Oh, damn.” She exclaimed, “I completely forgot that I’m supposed to meet Oliver at the Quidditch Emporium. So sorry, Hermione, I’ll have to take a rain check.” She quickly gathered her things before Draco or Hermione could interrupt her, “Bye then.” She said, waving to them both as she walked out the door. Hermione watched as Pansy walked out the door and then slowly turned back towards Draco.
“Well,” she started.
“Pansy’s just being an annoying brat.” He cut in, “You don’t have to stay if you don’t want to. I imagine you have better things to do.” Hermione waited a moment, her eyes showing the confusion that she was feeling as she glanced down to her hands. Draco watched her, and wanted to reach out, take her into his arms and just kiss her senseless. He grabbed onto the sides of the chair to keep from doing so.
He had to bite his cheek to keep from moaning aloud as he watched her moisten her lips with her tongue.
“What if I don’t want to go?” She asked. Draco stopped a moment, wondering if he heard her correctly. Before he could ask her though, Hermione stood up from her chair and grabbed her jacket. As Draco moved to try and stop her, to try and tell her that he wanted her to stay and that he wanted to spend as much time with her as she wanted to be with him, he stopped when Hermione’s lips pressed against his own.
Her lips were soft, like a rose petal.
Her fingers ran through his hair and before he could wrap his arm around her waist, she had pulled away and he heard the chiming from the bell on the door as she ran out of it.
“Dammit,” he growled. Grabbing his coat and his book he took off after her. He dodged people and animals as he ran through Hogsmeade after her, he knew where she was going and he quickly cut through an alley to try and cut her off.
Hermione sighed as she slowed down to wipe her tears, glancing around she started walking as she came up towards the Shrieking Shack. Sniffing, she pulled her gloves on as she shivered a bit from the snow, when she looked up, she jumped back as she screamed.
“Whoa, calm down, it’s just me.” Draco said as he lifted his hands to keep Hermione from stunning him as she pulled out her wand. He wanted to smack himself across the head as he noticed her tears. When she lowered her wand, he walked up and reached up, wiping her tears away with his thumb. “Are you okay?”
“I-I’m fine,” she stuttered.
“Why’d you leave like that?” he asked her softly, pushing her hair out of her face.
“B-because I thought that you wanted me to leave,” she started, “You told me to leave, so I thought that you didn’t want to…to…” she stopped talking as she started to cry again. Draco wasn’t sure what to do, so instead of saying anything, he leaned in and kissed her softly.
Taken off guard, it took Hermione a few moments to respond, but she soon did as he hands wrapped around his waist as his hands cupped her face. His lips were warm and he tasted like chocolate. She giggled a little as he pulled away, glancing up towards him.
“That was nice,” she said softly. Draco nodded as he ran his fingers along her face.
“Why did you come into Three Broomsticks today, Hermione?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” she replied, reaching up she took a hold of his hand.
“Maybe, but I want to hear you say it.” Draco replied.
“Okay. I broke off my engagement with Ron for one reason, and it wasn’t because he was cheating on me; that became the reason I told my family. I didn’t want to marry him…” Hermione started, “The truth is, Draco, that ever since I woke up in your arms when I was seventeen and you were so sweet to me, I haven’t been able to get you out of my head. You offered me a life that day that I never could’ve imagined, the freedom of not having to worry about anything, the freedom to love someone,” She licked her lips, “And I’ve wanted you to come and fight for me, when you didn’t, I asked Pansy to arrange for you and me to meet so I could tell you that I lo-”
“Granger.” Draco said, “Shut up.” Before she could reply, Draco’s mouth covered Hermione’s and their arms wrapped around one another.
Now, they were free to love one another.
Reviews are loved and cherished.