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Moonlight Sonata	By : TerraBloodstar Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 24744 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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It was late in the night before Narcissa let Hermione go to bed, and the thought of all that had not yet been done weighed heavily on her mind as she lay in bed that night, eventually waking her from a sound sleep in the middle of the night. Knowing she would not be able to go back to sleep for a while, she got to her feet and threw on a robe, before heading out of the room to the library. It was while she was searching through the books on the shelves that she heard something that sounded like a door � but the library door from the hall, directly behind her, had not opened. Curious to know more of this sound, she began wandering the room until she found herself looking out a set of ornate french doors. Unable to see through the frosted glass, she opened the door quietly and slipped out, closing it equally quietly behind her.
As she turned around, she had to struggle to keep from gasping. Hidden behind rows of bushes that made up the hedge maze on the estate was the perfect little garden � rose bushes, flowers, and a small pond � lit by moonlight. There, bathed in a moonbeam by the edge of the pond, stood none other than her future husband his head tilted skyward as though soaking in the light of the stars and the moon.
Hermione was so struck by the sight of him in this state, his eyes closed, face relaxed, dressed only in a pair of loose pajama pants, she found herself reluctant to speak...
Not that she even needed to. As though he sensed her standing there, Draco's eyes opened and he turned to her with a small smile, reaching out with one hand to invite her to join him. For a moment, she hesitated � merely staring at him as he stood with hand outstretched � but soon she found her feet carrying her to place her hand in his, allowing him to draw her to his side before he stepped behind her and merely stood, her hand gripping his fingers as his palm fell to rest on her shoulder.
�...Draco -� She began, only to hear him gently shush her, his thumb gently brushing against the side of her neck as his free arm wrapped around her waist, holding her close. �Draco!�
�Shh, Hermione.� His voice was gentle, a low rumble, as he merely held her. �...look up...it's beautiful, isn't it...?�
Startled, she glanced overhead, merely tilting her head at the sky above. �...I suppose so, if you consider spheres of compressed gas that happen to be in flames and a cold rocky natural satellite merely reflecting the light of the sun �beauty�...�
�Surely you don't see them only in that light...� Draco seemed a bit hurt by her statement, glancing down at her with a faint frown on his lips. �...they are so much more than you describe them...�
�How is that?� She blinked as he stepped around her to face her, the moon just to the right of his head as she looked up to meet his gaze � only to find his hands on her cheeks, and his lips dropping to her own. Her eyes slipped closed, her hands moving to his shoulders as she warmed to the kiss, and all she could see in her mind was his face the moment before he kissed her with the moon as a backdrop.
�...Did that answer your question?� He whispered against her lips a moment later, having pulled back just enough to speak � her eyes opened to meet his, and he had to smile. �...I believe it did...your eyes are glowing...�
�What do you mean?� She still seemed confused � which made him smile all the more. She knew so much, but still she knew nothing... �How would that answer-� He cut her off with another kiss, bringing her back to that warm, dazed state that the first kiss had shown to her.
�...you feel it, don't you...?� He murmured as he pulled away again, only to continue his words between multiple short kisses. �...it's like your soul is being warmed...filled... It leaves you breathless... Leaves you so filled with emotion it's hard to know what you feel...�
�Yes...how did you know that?�
�I feel it every time I look at the night sky...because every time I do, I remember how you looked seven years ago...as you came into the Great Hall.�
�...seven years...the Yule Ball?� She pulled back, looking up to him in confusion. �But you hated me back then...�
�Yes...I did...maybe that's why it's haunted me all my life... Because it was the moment I realized that hate wasn't all I felt for you. You were so beautiful, Hermione...I've never forgotten the sight of you against the night sky of the Great Hall, the way the skirts of blue shifted like waves in an ocean...the way the sleeves swayed every time you gestured...how the neckline made it appear as though one quick tug and you'd be naked with the pile of silk at your feet...� She was entranced by the way he spoke of his memory � until he got to that last point, where she just smiled and shook her head. �Well that's what it looked like I could do.�
�I promise, it would have been impossible. The bodice was so tight I think all you'd have done was rip off the sleeves.� She found herself pulled against his chest, held tightly � though she stood stiffly for a moment, as he rested his head on top of hers, she closed her eyes and relaxed. �I still have that dress...�
�...you...do?�
�Well, not that exact one � I had another made for me in college, since I outgrew that one.� Ever practical, Hermione had to be certain to specify. �Why?�
�...is it here?�
�Yes. Why?� She blinked as Draco raised his wand, and in moments her dress dropped over his arm from its journey out her window to the garden. Another movement of his wand and she found herself in the dress, rather than her nightgown and robe � those now lay over his arm. He opened the library door and set them inside, before turning back to her with another wave of his wand, an outfit not at all dissimilar to what he had worn on the night of the Yule Ball appearing on his frame.
�...then let's rewrite the memory.� He murmured as he stood in the center of the cobblestone circle in the middle of the garden.
�You still have your dress robes?� She had to smile, shaking her head a bit at the thought. �Surely you didn't pine so much as that.�
�No, it is merely that I'm fond of this style of dress robe...and this color. The ones I wore to the ball were not far different.� He chuckled slightly, walking over to her and bowing, one hand extending. �...may I have this dance, Hermione?�
�You're joking.�
�I am not, I promise you. I have never been more serious...� She blinked, before she took his hand � and the next thing she knew, they were dancing around the garden pavement. He was never out of step, always perfectly matched to every move she made, and she never had to worry about where to go next, as he had no problem in leading. The sheer joy of dancing with someone so well matched to her had her laughing in pleasure, her eyes sparking as she looked up to him.
�Draco, I-� She began as they slowed and finally stopped, her hand still in his, her body still pressed against his, but she was silenced as he bent to kiss her again.
�...thank you, Hermione.� A smile to her, turning her so her back was against his chest, his hand still gripping hers � though his arm now wrapped around her in order to do so � as he pointed to the sky. �It will be dawn soon... watch it with me?�
�...if you wish...Have we really been out here so long, then?� She whispered up to him, settling back against him, perfectly content with their positioning.
�Only two hours or so...� He murmured back, kissing the top of her head, both looking to the east � ahead of them � as the sky began to grow light. Her hand tightened around his as tears came to her eyes from the sheer realization that she was so wonderfully happy...
As the sun rose that morning, for the first time in her life Hermione appreciated the colors of the sky at sunrise, rather than reminding herself that the only reason for the color was due to light being refracted from particles in the sky, and when the first band of sunlight spread across the horizon she felt her heart jump a little in her chest.
So...this is what love feels like... She thought to herself as she turned to face him, standing on her toes to kiss him � his free arm wrapped around her also now, holding her against him as he kissed her back. I never want this moment to end...
Author's Note:

That's right! Two chapters in one day! I'm on a role! I felt the need for a tears-in-the-eyes-sweet interlude between Hermione and Draco...and I did feel the need to point out that Draco is the romantic out of the two � though if he has anything to say about it, he'll be teaching her a thing or two about romance. As soon as inspiration strikes, I'll be writing even more. ...with the way this fic has been coming out lately, it might be soon. (Good god I hope so.)

Ta~!
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