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You're Beautiful	By : rush22 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 4420 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The
characters and settings in this story are in no way mine. They belong to the
wonderful J.K. Rowling and her business associates and I appreciate the fact
that I am allowed to use them in my story. This story is based on the lyrics of
James Blunt�s song �You�re Beautiful.� It is a beautiful song and I think that�s
its lyrics are fitting to the story. This is my first attempt at a songfic and I
hope that you enjoy. Please review and leave comments but just remember that
this is for fun and not to be taken too seriously. Also I haven�t decided how
many chapters this will be as of yet so please be patient with me.

---Jamie---

P.S.
here are the lyrics to the song incase you aren�t familiar with is. I highly recommend
the cd!

You�re Beautiful

My life is brilliant.

My love is pure.

I saw an angel.

Of that I'm sure.

She smiled at me on the subway.

She was with another man.

But I won't lose no sleep on that,

'Cause I've got a plan.

You're beautiful. You're
beautiful.

You're beautiful, it's true.

I saw you face in a crowded
place,

And I don't know what to do,

'Cause I'll never be with you.

Yeah, she caught my eye,

As we walked on by.

She could see from my face that
I was,

Fucking high,

And I don't think that I'll see
her again,

But we shared a moment that
will last till the end.

You're beautiful. You're
beautiful.

You're beautiful, it's true.

I saw you face in a crowded
place,

And I don't know what to do,

'Cause I'll never be with you.

You're beautiful. You're
beautiful.

You're beautiful, it's true.

There must be an angel with a
smile on her face,

When she thought up that I
should be with you.

But it's time to face the truth,

I will never be with you.

You�re Beautiful

Draco Malfoy stood on the platform of 9 and �
looking almost wistfully at the large red steam engine that was docked there.

�Earth to dad,� said the voice
beside him.

�I�m sorry Kieran, what were you saying?� Draco
asked.

�I was just saying how I with that mum could
have come today to see me off,� the young boy said.

�Well you know how she is, she has
her �things� to do� commented the elder Malfoy.

Draco gazed down to look at his son.
�His son,� he thought to himself. It
was true that if you looked at the boy you could find bit of his mother in him
but you had to look hard. Only the slight upturn of Kieran�s nose was the only
identifier that Pansy Parkinson was indeed his mother. Draco gave a slight
snort. �If you could
even call her a mother at that.�

Eleven or so years prior when
Voldemort was still terrorizing the wizarding world Draco came home on
Christmas holiday to find that his father on behest of the esteemed �Dark Lord�
had betrothed him to Pansy Parkinson. Needless to say Draco was not in the
least bit excited at the prospect of marrying the Slytherin cow but rather
Draco was already engaged.

During the time of his seventh year
he had fallen in love with Hermione Granger. The pair had been made Head Boy
and Girl and had been made to share living quarters. Draco had been furious at
the first thought of having to share his
living quarters with at �mudblood� but oddly found a
little consolation in the fact that Hermione would likely be just as irate as
he was. As it turned out Draco�s living situation had become more tolerable
than even he could have imagined.

Soon after moving in Draco had suddenly
found himself increasingly attracted to the Gryffindor bookworm. True she had
grown up a lot over that summer, but she was the total opposite of everything
that he had been taught to want and yet, he found himself desiring her above
all others. He had found countless reasons to be in her presence if she was in
any of the common areas in their dorm. He even changed the routes that he took
to his classes in order to walk past her or to make sure that they headed in
the same direction. Soon he found himself becoming more and more in tune with
her nuances and habits. Apparently Hermione noticed this as well. He remembered
the night that his obsession with the Head Girl came to fruition.

Hermione had just stormed into their common room and flung her satchel
across the chair that stood in the entrance on their apartments. Only slightly
unbalanced by her demeanor Draco quickly schooled his features into a mask of
semi indifference. He didn�t want Hermione to know that he had been waiting for
her to return to the common room. His eyes quickly locked with hers as she came
storming over to where he was sitting at his desk. Her eyes were fiery and
passionate as she made her way to him. Inwardly Draco was pleased that her
passion was apparently focused on him at the moment.

�Draco Malfoy!� she began at him, pointing her finger
wildly in his face.

�I have had it up to here with you! What is your problem?
Don�t think that I know that you�ve been following me and arranging yourself
around me! I know that we agreed on a truce, but this is getting out of hand,
people are starting to talk and they are making comments about us and I don�t
like it one bit!�

Draco began to get nervous as he saw that Hermione was
beginning to step closer to where he was sitting. �She looks so beautiful when
she�s fired up like that,� he thought to himself. Draco�s inner monologue was
cut short due to the intense finger poking he was receiving from the woman
before him. Her eyes sparked as she spoke to him and he was no longer listening
to her. Before Draco or Hermione for that matter knew what happening, Draco
closed the small gap between them and kissed her.

�Strawberries,� thought Draco as he unconsciously licked his lips
as if trying to feel the imprint of her lips on his. �She always wore strawberry lip gloss.� Draco�s pants felt a little
snug just thinking about their first kiss.

Hermione
stiffened immediately when his lips touched hers but he didn�t care, he had
wanted this so much for so long. Instinctually he moved his hand up her neck to
brush his hands through her hair, wanting to feel the silky strands slide
through his fingers like he had longed to so many times before. Draco�s touch
seemed to bring Hermione back from the shocked state she had slipped into because
she was now kissing him in return and much to Draco�s surprise rather
enthusiastically at that. Before he knew it she was tearing at the buttons of
his dress shirt. Draco grabbed her hands to make her stop.

�Hermione, we don�t have to do
this.� He immediately regretted his words upon seeing the look on her face.

�You don�t want me?� she said in labored breaths, a
definite mixture of hate and embarrassment coloring her already flushed face.

�No! I do want you, but�� was all Draco got out before
she slammed her lips against his.

�You listen to me,� she whispered against his lips, �I�ve
felt this �thing� between us for a while now, and I know that you clearly want
me,� she gently cupped the very prominent bulge in his pants for emphasis, �and
I want you to know that I want you too.�

Draco looked down into Hermione�s eyes, his own widening
as he realized what she was talking about.

�You really want to�with me?�

Hermione nodded and grabbed his shirt tails, effectively
leading him into his bedroom. Once inside she began to remove her clothes.
Draco stood motionless as if in a trance, watching intently as inch by inch of
her skin was revealed to him.

�So beautiful,� he said as he struggled to keep his voice
from breaking at the sight of her. She smiled at him. Draco began to undo the
rest of the buttons on his shirt, Hermione walked over to him.

�Please,� she half pleaded, �let me do this.�

Draco stood helplessly in awe as Hermione began divesting
him of his clothing. He was taking in everything about her in this very moment;
the way the candlelight shone on her body giving her a sensual aura, the way
she was chewing on her bottom lip as if to stop herself from just ripping his
clothes right off and the way her fingers brushed his skin as she removed his
clothes. Soon Draco realized that he was just as naked as her; Hermione stepped
back to sweep her eyes over his athletic form, her eyes glistened with lust as
she stared back at him.

In one step Draco had her in his arms, and was trailing
kisses over her neck and lips, his hands roaming over her entire body as if
trying to memorize every inch of her. He felt Hermione�s breath against his ear
and then the molten heat of her tongue as she ran it up the side of his ear;
Draco�s entire body shuddered with pleasure at this. Her hands he had noticed
were blazing a trail down the taught plane of his stomach to the one place he
most desperately wanted her to touch. Confidently he felt her grasp his shaft
and slowly begin to pump him. Her touch was exquisite and Draco knew that in
his hyper excited state he wouldn�t last long with her. Reaching down to stay
her hand, he pulled her gently towards the bed.

His heart rate sped even more if that was possible at the
sight that Hermione made sprawled out on his bed. Her hair was fanned out in a
sexy disarray of riotous curls under her head, the candles on the wall highlighting
every curve and dip on her golden skin. Like a lion circling its prey, Draco
walked around the sides of the bed just looking at her, marveling at her
beauty.

When Draco returned to where Hermione�s legs were
slightly dangling off the side of the bed he noticed that she was smiling at
him as if to beckon him to her. With out hesitation Draco began to crawl up her
body placing little kisses here and there as he made his way to her mouth.

�Strawberries,� he smiled into the crook of her neck,
�even her skin tastes delicious.� Hermione moaned as he nibbled on the hollow
of her neck. Taking the sounds as encouragement, Draco began to move southward
toward his prize. His deft seeker�s hands palmed her breast as his tongue and
teeth played with the turgid nipple on the other. She moaned again as he
dragged his tongue along the underside of her breast before repeating the same
movements on its twin and then moving lower.

Hermione�s hands were tangled in his hair pulling his
mouth to her core. Draco inhaled deeply taking in her scent, his eyes rolling
slightly back in his head as he realized that he could never get enough of her.
Without any more hesitation, he lowered his mouth to her opening and began his
slow and pleasurable torment. Inserting a finger at first, and second and a
third he used as he pumped his digits in and out of her while laving at her
sensitive clit; soon she was climaxing around his fingers and spilling into his
waiting mouth.

Draco removed himself from within the confines of her
legs and prepared himself to enter her willing body. Hermione looked into his
eyes for a moment before pulling him down to her for a kiss, her tongue snaking
out to lick herself off of his lips. Draco thought that he couldn�t possibly
get any harder, but when she did that he swore that he hardened like a diamond.
Hermione locked eyes with him again and nodded. Draco drug his insanely hard
cock along her slick opening, teasing her. He likes how she was moving her hips
up to him willingly offering herself up to him. In one swift movement he
sheathed himself in her body. The sensation was like no other.

Draco had fucked other girls before but this was
something different entirely. He wanted Hermione with what seemed like every
fiber in his being. Some how he felt that all of their past encounters, the
fighting and the taunting and the hurtful words, all of it had been leading
them to this, the joining of their bodies. Draco could feel her hands grabbing
him, pulling him closer to her body. He loved the way her hands felt as they
roamed the expanse of his back and down to his arse. She looked so hot; her
breast bouncing back and forth with every thrust he gave her, the way she was
moving her hips in time to meet his. Draco knew that in this instance he would
never want another again.

�Draco�harder�faster�� Hermione managed to speak out. Her
pleas were the music to his ears. Draco leaned in to kiss her while spreading
her legs wider. His thrusts increased as he heard her fevered moans. Sensing
she was close, Draco reached between them and began toying with her clit. After
a few rolls between his fingers he could feel her inner walls begin to convulse
and grip his cock in a pleasurable pressure.
She was calling out his name.

�Draco�

His name alone coming from her mouth was enough to trigger
his own release.

�Hermione!� was all he said,
feeling himself empty into her. He felt like he just poured his soul into her.

Draco rolled off to the side of Hermione and pulled her
into his embrace. He kissed the top of her head as she snuggled into his body
her hand resting on his heart.

�I think I love you,� he whispered into her hair. He
cocked his head to the side to look at her reaction but instead saw that she
had fallen asleep with a faint smile gracing her features.

A sharp slap on his back brought Draco out of his reverie.

�Draco Malfoy! Thought that was you,� came
the voice of Marcus Flint, one of his old school buddies.

�Flint,� nodded Draco, thanking
the fact that his robes disguised the fact that he had a huge erection from his
day dream. Forcing a smile on his face he began to chat up his friend.

�So Flint, what brings you here to
the train station?�

�Just seeing my little girl off to
Hogwarts for the first time,� said Marcus motioning to an awkward looking girl
off to his left side. The girl he noticed was hardly anything to look at and
that was just being polite.

�Millie should be over any minute to
say hello.�

�Ah yes, I remember Flint married Bulstrode right after Hogwarts,� he thought to himself
adding bitterly �like so many of us had
to.� Well the girl had certainly inherited looks from both her parents
looking like a mish mash of Millicent�s height and bulky features and Flint�s bulging eyes and large
teeth.

�Which ones yours,� came the
question from Flint. Draco pointed to Kiernan
laughing with a group of kids behind him.

�Fine looking lad you got
there Draco, he looks so much like you, its hard to tell that he�s Pansy�s son.
Speaking of Pansy, where is she? I know that Millie would love to say hello
since it has been a while.�

Draco gritted his teeth before
speaking to Flint.

�She has social obligations that she
couldn�t break free from.�

Flint could tell by Draco�s
clipped response that Pansy was a bit of a sore subject. �Ah yes,� Marcus thought to himself, �I remember now.� Marcus reflected back eleven or so years prior
just before the Dark Lord fell.

His father like so many parents of
his Slytherin friends had been commanded to betroth their children to the
offspring of other Death Eaters. His arranged mate had been Millicent Bulstrode
and though she wasn�t someone who he would have given a second thought to in
the past, their marriage had been one that had turned out for the better. Both
he and Millie were obviously not blessed with stunning good looks but what they
lacked for in that department they made up for it with genuine love for each
other and their only daughter.

�Some
people were not blessed like us,� he thought to himself, Marcus looked at
Draco who also looked deep in thought. Unbeknownst to the majority of their
parents at the time, most of the Slytherins were not willing to follow
Voldemort. Instead they saw that their preservation came with the side of the
Light. He and Mille like many of their friends were no exception. Still
however, Voldemort had made the decree that Death Eater children should be
married as soon as possible. Marcus remembered how Millie wrote to him upon
returning back to school after Christmas vacation in her final year; nearly
ever 7^th year in her entire house was betrothed to someone or
another.

The couples by issue of Voldemort
had to be married as soon as they left Hogwarts. Since the majority of the
couples had been arranged over the winter holidays they were given fidelity
charms before returning to Hogwarts to insure that no unwanted offspring would
occur from extracurricular dalliances. Marcus remembered Millie mentioning in
her letters to him that the charms that were placed on them were the hardest to
bear. Many Slytherins were already involved with others, some not even within
their own houses. Upon the student body returning to the castle there was a
mass breakup, even Slytherin on Slytherin couples were broken up if they
weren�t deemed a match by Voldemort himself. Everyone was miserable and no one
outside of Slytherin house knew anything about any of it. Soon after graduation
there was a flurry of weddings, Marcus� own included, however none seemed as
over the top as the Malfoy-Parkinson affair.

Slytherin house kept many secrets
over the years, but there were only two that everyone in the house knew yet no
one talked about. The first of the �no secrets� being that the Malfoy family
was held in high esteem by Voldemort. Thus Draco�s betrothal was highly
anticipated within the Death Eaters, each family wanting the chance to join
such an esteemed, powerful, and not to mention wealthy family. The second being
that ever since Pansy Parkinson was able to speak she would tell anyone and
everyone that she was going to marry Draco Malfoy, never mind the fact that
Draco secretly loathed the pug faced girl.

Theirs had been the wedding of the
century to say the least. The Parkinson�s much like the Malfoy�s were extremely
wealthy and went to great lengths to ensure that their only daughters wedding
was perfect. No expense was spared. The guest list topped several hundred and
was a variable who�s who of the wizarding world both in Europe and abroad, the finest
imported flowers, cuisine and a dress that would have rivaled the finest Muggle
royalty any day. The day seemed picture perfect as reported in the Daily
Prophet. �Wizarding Elite Weds on
Beautiful Clear Day.� As perfect as the day seemed on the outside, only a
few which were closest to the groom could tell that something was wrong on the
inside.

It was no secret to Draco�s closest
friends that he loathed Pansy. The girl had grown up with him and his friends
and was constantly under his foot. She followed him around like a lost puppy
always clamoring for his attention and never taking the hint that Draco didn�t
like her one bit. Pansy was also the butt of many jokes in Slytherin house due
to her antics. She had made it clear from day one at Hogwarts that Draco was
�her man� though it was obvious Draco wanted nothing to do with her. Her
incessant hanging on and jealousy had led Draco to find female company out side
of the House and gave Pansy�s roommates one more thing to tease her about,
after all it was apparent that Draco was screwing everyone but her. In the end it seemed not to matter, the decree came out
and Pansy got her man.

�All
of that was neither here nor there anymore,� thought Marcus again. Soon
after the marriages were preformed, all by strict old wizarding traditions
meaning that the couples were bonded for life with no chance for separation,
the Final Battle happened and Voldemort perished. None of that mattered though.
The ceremonies that they all had been married under were permanent, till death
do us part, literally. Marcus knew that if separations could have been granted,
several of his friends would have dissolved their marriages as soon as possible
since none of them were arranged as love matches. He thanked the Gods again
that he and Millie had realized that they were made for each other; he couldn�t
stand the thought of having to be separated from her after all these years. Draco
and Pansy�s marriage, he felt was one that apparently would never reach the
level that he and Millie had achieved, even with the birth of their son.

Millie and Marcus had several
conversations about the influential husband and wife over the years, usually
whenever there would be a write up about the duo in the Daily Prophet. The
articles would always be about some �generous� donation or other philanthropic
even that the family was putting on. The paper�s society pages were littered
with numerous pictures of the Malfoys as well. Draco out and about around town,
the senior Malfoy, Lucius and his beautiful wife Narcissa out for dinner at a
posh restaurant and the future matriarch Pansy Malfoy nee Parkinson almost
always photographed out shopping in the finest dressmaker shops and jewelry
boutiques. On the rare occasions that Draco and Pansy were photographed
together, usually at charity events, the photos clearly spoke volumes for
themselves. Draco almost never smiled genuinely in the photos unless
photographed alone or away from his wife. It became whispered around the gossip
circles that Draco Malfoy wanted nothing to do with his wife.

Draco had long tired of the gossip
about his marriage; he knew that most of what they were saying was true. It was
no secret to his friends that he was not in love with Pansy; he never was and
never would be. Since their parents were in the same social circle they were
expected to get along, but beyond that Draco had found the girl to be shallow,
dull, and incredibly stupid, never mind that she was extremely clever. She would never compare to Hermione.
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