Perfect With Me Chapter Six
Title: Perfect With Me
Author: Violet Luckless
Rating: T for sexual themes and language
Pairing: Dramione / Heron
Synopsis: It wasn’t that Hugo thought his mother was a liar, it was just something inside of himself he couldn’t explain. So one day he decides to follow Hermione out to her annual Research Society Meetings in France only to learn the secret that could destroy their family.
March 1
Hermione,
I don’t know why I keep writing, no doubt this one will come back to me unopened the same as the rest but I can’t give up. Perhaps you’re wondering why I continue to write considering the terms of our agreement were that you would tell me what you felt about me in order to silence me. Deny it if you like but I won’t. You love me. I know I’m a lot of things but there are things I know better than you and its passion, lust, and desire. I feel all of those things for you and you feel them for me.
I dream of you, I wake up and sometimes think I can still smell you on me. Are you reading this? Don’t turn away from me Hermione, not after I’ve just found you. Come find me. I’m still waiting every night. Come back to me.
Draco
March 13
Hermione,
I didn’t get the last letter back which I’m taking as a good sign. Should I?
Of the two of us I thought I was supposed to be the cruel one.
Something is happening, something I can’t tell you about but I know is dangerous for you. I’m scared. Please don’t go anywhere alone.
I love you
Draco
April 1
Hermione,
Vector has got a great lecture planned for you tomorrow, best to be on your toes.
Have you been attending Apparation lessons? Personally I hate it myself but one can’t deny the skill comes in handy in a sticky situation. I hate to think of any reason why you’ll need Apparation but…well as you so eloquently put it the last time we saw each other, we are on opposite sides of a war…
DAMN IT WHY DO I KEEP WRITING YOU?! I’ve tried to stop wanting you ok?! I’ve TRIED! Don’t you think I get sick of thinking about you every fucking second of every fucking day?! I do! Some days I just want to kill you so you’ll stop haunting me! But that would do me no good I can’t live without you. What the fuck have you done to me? Fuck off, marry that red headed moron and get out of my head already.
I’m done with this. I’d rather rot than keep up this pathetic bullshit.
Hermione leaned against the stone wall and let the cool stone seep into her skin. She hastily wiped away the tears as they spilled from her eyes to keep them off the letters she had kept and decided finally to read. It was technically May 7, and Hermione felt like she wanted to die inside.
Harry had just received detention with Snape for the remainder of the year, apparently he’d almost killed Draco in a duel in the girl’s lavatory on the second floor. Draco was charging head first toward whatever it was Voldemort wanted him for, Hermione knew it. He could have died, she would have never again looked into those grey eyes, never again would she have a chance to kiss his lips or touch his skin. She didn’t quite understand why she was so sad, hadn’t she thrown all of those things away months ago?
No.
Somewhere in the back of Hermione’s mind maybe she thought she would always be able to get back to this. Find a way back to Draco and somehow pick up what they left behind in the library. Her best friend almost killed the boy she loved and the thought was almost too much to bear. As soon as the House wound down and finally went to sleep she ripped the letters out from under her mattress and read them over and over again. All the while Draco’s voice deep and sad kept echoing in her mind “I love you, I love you, I love you.”
She had never dared to do something so stupid but she couldn’t wait, she wouldn’t wait. Folding the letters and sliding them into her pajama pocket she tiptoed into Harry and Ron’s dormitory. Both were snoring happily in their own dream worlds. Trying to stay as quiet as possible Hermione opened Harry’s trunk and pointed her wand inside of it.
“Accio Cloak.” She whispered into the dark and held out her hand. Harry’s invisibility cloak slid out like a silver snake into her hand, she tugged it gently out and slipped it over her shoulders. Leaving the boys dormitory Hermione’s feet seemed to be taking her of their own accord as her mind raced around the boy lying in the hospital bed. Her shoeless feet made no sound as his eyes and lips swirled in her mind again.
Ron had Lavender now, why couldn’t do what she wanted? What she really wanted? If Draco wanted her so badly obviously he was willing to do something, and lately it seemed like he would do anything for her. All she wanted was for them to be together, someone who wanted to be with her. Was that so much to ask of a person?
Hermione hesitated in front of the doors of the Hospital Wing before trying them slowly. They were heavy as lead, but thankfully made no sound as she crept inside. Madam Pompfrey’s door was slightly ajar, no doubt in case she should be needed in a hurry. Hermione made her way down the rows of cots until she found him. He was sitting bolt upright, no doubt he had seen the door open of its own accord. He had his wand in his good arm, the other was wrapped tightly in bandages.
His face was still perfect in the moonlight save for the obvious tiredness and fear in his eyes. He looked like he had missed a few nights sleep, and a few meals but still very much her Draco.
“Whose there?” he snarled as he pointed his wand directly at her. Hermione threw off the hood of the cloak and let it fall to the ground as she rushed forward. She scrambled onto the bed and kissed Draco so they both fell onto the bed, his good arm dropped his wand at his side and wrapped around her at once. The cot gave an awful creak and Draco winced so Hermione flinched away. Draco pulled her back at once
“What are you doing here?” he was absolutely beaming as he ran a hand through her hair before kissing her again.
“I heard Harry almost killed you with that awful curse!” she whispered hoarsely and all at once the tears came again. “I had to see you.”
“Sectumsempra.” Draco nodded once. “Snape taught it to me. It’s a damn good one but you’ve really got to mean it. I don’t think he really knew what he was doing-“
“Or else what?” Hermione asked as her voice quivered again.
“oh he meant it plenty.” Draco chuckled. “He just didn’t know what it would do.”
“He can be so stupid sometimes.” She sobbed again as she lay her head on his chest careful to keep off his bandaged arm which she had completely ignored when she jumped him. They adjusted a little so they were lying side by side, Draco’s hand running through her hair as he stared deep into her eyes.
“You shouldn’t have come.” Draco sighed.
“Why not?”
“I can’t keep you Hermione.” It was his turn to cry now. “I’m in too deep, they won’t let me go anymore. They’ll just kill you.”
“Draco-“ she sniffed and he kissed her again. So deeply, so painfully she was afraid to let him go. “I love you.”
“I know it.” Draco chuckled pathetically. “I love you, gods I love you.”
“What are we going to do?”
“What all doomed lovers do.” He shrugged. “Create a secret meeting place and go there when it’s safe. A crowded train station where I’ll be looking for you in a sea of people. The crowds will part, and gasp! There you will be, radiant as ever and I’ll know after all this time you still love me.”
“That…could work.” Hermione gasped as she sat up.
“Huh?” Draco asked as he raised an eyebrow. Clearly he had been joking.
“My parents and I used to go to France every year when I was a little girl. There was always this town we would pass, a dot on a map really. Called…oh god what was it? Something ridiculously obvious-oh! Le Village Caché!”
“The Hidden Village?” Draco asked with an eyebrow raised.
“Quite literally yes.” Hermione smiled. “I didn’t know you spoke French.”
“I’m rude not swine.” Draco scoffed so Hermione rolled her eyes and smiled. “It’s a muggle village?”
“Well yes. No one would know us there.”
“When could you get away? Especially after…all this?”
“What are you going to do Draco?” she didn’t know what possessed her to ask it, but something very cold suddenly swept over Hermione. An awful feeling of death and sorrow that took hold of her bones and made her shiver. Draco reached for her and pulled her tight against him, just as she felt lulled into security against him he spoke.
“How many people do you think I’ve killed?” she didn’t answer. “I’ll never let them hurt you. Do you believe me?” she nodded against his chest. “It’s almost dawn. You should go.”
“Not yet.” She sighed as she wrapped her arms tighter around his torso.
“You stole that Cloak didn’t you? I think Potter will be missing it, and wondering why you’ve taken it.”
“I don’t care-“
“You’re a horrible liar.” Draco chuckled as he released her and pulled away from her. He slid his fingers gently under her chin so she would look up at him, she couldn’t stop crying. “No matter what happens, no matter what you see, come. I’ll find it. June.” She nodded through her tears. “Promise me.”
“Yes yes I promise.” She sniffed. The sun finally broke over the horizon, as if signaling this horrible good-bye.
“No matter what.”
“No matter what.” She nodded. Draco kissed her once more, they could hear Madam Pompfrey shifting in her office.
“Go!” he hissed so Hermione slid off the bed. She snatched up the cloak and disappeared beneath it. She could never remember sprinting so hard in her life as she went back to Gryffindor Common Room. She snuck back into the boy’s dorm to find no one was awake yet. Shoving the cloak to the bottom of Harry’s trunk she went to take a shower.
June seemed impossibly far away, what would happen between now and then that Draco was so afraid she would not come? She couldn’t think of a thing he would do - save from killing one of the Weasleys or Harry - that would keep her from coming. Her heart and her brain would give her no rest as they battled viciously the rest of the day.
Author: Violet Luckless
Rating: T for sexual themes and language
Pairing: Dramione / Heron
Synopsis: It wasn’t that Hugo thought his mother was a liar, it was just something inside of himself he couldn’t explain. So one day he decides to follow Hermione out to her annual Research Society Meetings in France only to learn the secret that could destroy their family.
March 1
Hermione,
I don’t know why I keep writing, no doubt this one will come back to me unopened the same as the rest but I can’t give up. Perhaps you’re wondering why I continue to write considering the terms of our agreement were that you would tell me what you felt about me in order to silence me. Deny it if you like but I won’t. You love me. I know I’m a lot of things but there are things I know better than you and its passion, lust, and desire. I feel all of those things for you and you feel them for me.
I dream of you, I wake up and sometimes think I can still smell you on me. Are you reading this? Don’t turn away from me Hermione, not after I’ve just found you. Come find me. I’m still waiting every night. Come back to me.
Draco
March 13
Hermione,
I didn’t get the last letter back which I’m taking as a good sign. Should I?
Of the two of us I thought I was supposed to be the cruel one.
Something is happening, something I can’t tell you about but I know is dangerous for you. I’m scared. Please don’t go anywhere alone.
I love you
Draco
April 1
Hermione,
Vector has got a great lecture planned for you tomorrow, best to be on your toes.
Have you been attending Apparation lessons? Personally I hate it myself but one can’t deny the skill comes in handy in a sticky situation. I hate to think of any reason why you’ll need Apparation but…well as you so eloquently put it the last time we saw each other, we are on opposite sides of a war…
DAMN IT WHY DO I KEEP WRITING YOU?! I’ve tried to stop wanting you ok?! I’ve TRIED! Don’t you think I get sick of thinking about you every fucking second of every fucking day?! I do! Some days I just want to kill you so you’ll stop haunting me! But that would do me no good I can’t live without you. What the fuck have you done to me? Fuck off, marry that red headed moron and get out of my head already.
I’m done with this. I’d rather rot than keep up this pathetic bullshit.
Hermione leaned against the stone wall and let the cool stone seep into her skin. She hastily wiped away the tears as they spilled from her eyes to keep them off the letters she had kept and decided finally to read. It was technically May 7, and Hermione felt like she wanted to die inside.
Harry had just received detention with Snape for the remainder of the year, apparently he’d almost killed Draco in a duel in the girl’s lavatory on the second floor. Draco was charging head first toward whatever it was Voldemort wanted him for, Hermione knew it. He could have died, she would have never again looked into those grey eyes, never again would she have a chance to kiss his lips or touch his skin. She didn’t quite understand why she was so sad, hadn’t she thrown all of those things away months ago?
No.
Somewhere in the back of Hermione’s mind maybe she thought she would always be able to get back to this. Find a way back to Draco and somehow pick up what they left behind in the library. Her best friend almost killed the boy she loved and the thought was almost too much to bear. As soon as the House wound down and finally went to sleep she ripped the letters out from under her mattress and read them over and over again. All the while Draco’s voice deep and sad kept echoing in her mind “I love you, I love you, I love you.”
She had never dared to do something so stupid but she couldn’t wait, she wouldn’t wait. Folding the letters and sliding them into her pajama pocket she tiptoed into Harry and Ron’s dormitory. Both were snoring happily in their own dream worlds. Trying to stay as quiet as possible Hermione opened Harry’s trunk and pointed her wand inside of it.
“Accio Cloak.” She whispered into the dark and held out her hand. Harry’s invisibility cloak slid out like a silver snake into her hand, she tugged it gently out and slipped it over her shoulders. Leaving the boys dormitory Hermione’s feet seemed to be taking her of their own accord as her mind raced around the boy lying in the hospital bed. Her shoeless feet made no sound as his eyes and lips swirled in her mind again.
Ron had Lavender now, why couldn’t do what she wanted? What she really wanted? If Draco wanted her so badly obviously he was willing to do something, and lately it seemed like he would do anything for her. All she wanted was for them to be together, someone who wanted to be with her. Was that so much to ask of a person?
Hermione hesitated in front of the doors of the Hospital Wing before trying them slowly. They were heavy as lead, but thankfully made no sound as she crept inside. Madam Pompfrey’s door was slightly ajar, no doubt in case she should be needed in a hurry. Hermione made her way down the rows of cots until she found him. He was sitting bolt upright, no doubt he had seen the door open of its own accord. He had his wand in his good arm, the other was wrapped tightly in bandages.
His face was still perfect in the moonlight save for the obvious tiredness and fear in his eyes. He looked like he had missed a few nights sleep, and a few meals but still very much her Draco.
“Whose there?” he snarled as he pointed his wand directly at her. Hermione threw off the hood of the cloak and let it fall to the ground as she rushed forward. She scrambled onto the bed and kissed Draco so they both fell onto the bed, his good arm dropped his wand at his side and wrapped around her at once. The cot gave an awful creak and Draco winced so Hermione flinched away. Draco pulled her back at once
“What are you doing here?” he was absolutely beaming as he ran a hand through her hair before kissing her again.
“I heard Harry almost killed you with that awful curse!” she whispered hoarsely and all at once the tears came again. “I had to see you.”
“Sectumsempra.” Draco nodded once. “Snape taught it to me. It’s a damn good one but you’ve really got to mean it. I don’t think he really knew what he was doing-“
“Or else what?” Hermione asked as her voice quivered again.
“oh he meant it plenty.” Draco chuckled. “He just didn’t know what it would do.”
“He can be so stupid sometimes.” She sobbed again as she lay her head on his chest careful to keep off his bandaged arm which she had completely ignored when she jumped him. They adjusted a little so they were lying side by side, Draco’s hand running through her hair as he stared deep into her eyes.
“You shouldn’t have come.” Draco sighed.
“Why not?”
“I can’t keep you Hermione.” It was his turn to cry now. “I’m in too deep, they won’t let me go anymore. They’ll just kill you.”
“Draco-“ she sniffed and he kissed her again. So deeply, so painfully she was afraid to let him go. “I love you.”
“I know it.” Draco chuckled pathetically. “I love you, gods I love you.”
“What are we going to do?”
“What all doomed lovers do.” He shrugged. “Create a secret meeting place and go there when it’s safe. A crowded train station where I’ll be looking for you in a sea of people. The crowds will part, and gasp! There you will be, radiant as ever and I’ll know after all this time you still love me.”
“That…could work.” Hermione gasped as she sat up.
“Huh?” Draco asked as he raised an eyebrow. Clearly he had been joking.
“My parents and I used to go to France every year when I was a little girl. There was always this town we would pass, a dot on a map really. Called…oh god what was it? Something ridiculously obvious-oh! Le Village Caché!”
“The Hidden Village?” Draco asked with an eyebrow raised.
“Quite literally yes.” Hermione smiled. “I didn’t know you spoke French.”
“I’m rude not swine.” Draco scoffed so Hermione rolled her eyes and smiled. “It’s a muggle village?”
“Well yes. No one would know us there.”
“When could you get away? Especially after…all this?”
“What are you going to do Draco?” she didn’t know what possessed her to ask it, but something very cold suddenly swept over Hermione. An awful feeling of death and sorrow that took hold of her bones and made her shiver. Draco reached for her and pulled her tight against him, just as she felt lulled into security against him he spoke.
“How many people do you think I’ve killed?” she didn’t answer. “I’ll never let them hurt you. Do you believe me?” she nodded against his chest. “It’s almost dawn. You should go.”
“Not yet.” She sighed as she wrapped her arms tighter around his torso.
“You stole that Cloak didn’t you? I think Potter will be missing it, and wondering why you’ve taken it.”
“I don’t care-“
“You’re a horrible liar.” Draco chuckled as he released her and pulled away from her. He slid his fingers gently under her chin so she would look up at him, she couldn’t stop crying. “No matter what happens, no matter what you see, come. I’ll find it. June.” She nodded through her tears. “Promise me.”
“Yes yes I promise.” She sniffed. The sun finally broke over the horizon, as if signaling this horrible good-bye.
“No matter what.”
“No matter what.” She nodded. Draco kissed her once more, they could hear Madam Pompfrey shifting in her office.
“Go!” he hissed so Hermione slid off the bed. She snatched up the cloak and disappeared beneath it. She could never remember sprinting so hard in her life as she went back to Gryffindor Common Room. She snuck back into the boy’s dorm to find no one was awake yet. Shoving the cloak to the bottom of Harry’s trunk she went to take a shower.
June seemed impossibly far away, what would happen between now and then that Draco was so afraid she would not come? She couldn’t think of a thing he would do - save from killing one of the Weasleys or Harry - that would keep her from coming. Her heart and her brain would give her no rest as they battled viciously the rest of the day.