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Lost in the Music	By : Daydreamer Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 23799 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 19: Breaking up to make up

Hermione lay restless against her sheets, tossing and turning as her thoughts fluttered into her very conscious state, no matter how hard she tried she could not sleep, and for the life off her all she wanted to do was fall into the darkness.

Her thoughts focused around the four men in her life: Harry, Ron and now Draco and Blaise. It was funny to Hermione how quickly they had become Draco and Blaise, no longer Malfoy and Zabini. Strange, really.

Her thoughts turned to Harry, Dumbledore’s announcement in the great hall, had been a shock for everyone, including her and yet Harry took it in his stride, another obstacle to overcome surely? Yet Ginny, had already said that Harry knew, of course Dumbledore would tell him that much, was he aware of her finally decision? Did he know who she would choose? Perhaps that was the meaning behind his message the night she found Ron and Lavender snogging in the middle of the Great Hall, he had said that he wasn’t the one for her.

This thought brought Hermione’s train of thought quickly to a pressing matter that had been weighing heavily on her mind for the last two days... Ron.

She’d said some things to him amidst her anger, that she had regretted saying. Predominantly when she told him she couldn’t be friends with him. Who was she kidding she couldn’t live without Ron, he’d been her friend for the last 6 years, they had been through so much together, with the Dark Lords rise to power again. It seemed silly that the thing to break them apart so much would be a case of her choice in partners.

Granted it was Malfoy, who up until recently they had assumed to be a death eater, okay so he was a death eater, Hermione reasoned, but he was also a spy for the order.

He’d shown another side to himself tonight, one that Hermione never knew existed, she found herself being very drawn to that side of him, the Draco side to him, as if he were two people Malfoy and Draco, she had concluded.

But Ron, what could she do about Ron? He was so angry with her, he’d said some awfully malicious things to her, some things worthy of a Malfoy, she couldn’t help but see the irony in that.

Her and Ron had a history, a history that couldn’t be pushed aside and forgotten about, they were friends who had, had a brief romantic encounter that for Hermione never faded, until recently. Sure she still loved him, but after kissing both Draco and Blaise it came as a surprise that she had never felt the same passion and connection kissing Ron as she did with them, it was then that she had realised that although she loved him, she wasn’t actually in love with him.

She had to work things out with him, for her own sanity and Harry’s she knew he missed his friend and she also felt sorry for Ron having being cast away by most of the school because his outburst.

Retrospectively it was his own outburst that caused that treatment of him but in some sense she knew she’d fuelled it, after all was that not one of the reason’s she’d vamped up her appearance, to make him jealous? He’d always been hot headed, quick to act without thinking about his actions, but wasn’t she just as guilty? She’d make it right. She needed her friend, and she knew he needed her, whether Ron could accept Draco or Blaise as her partner was questionable, but she wouldn’t give up. Not now, Not ever.

Her thoughts finally wandered to the two Slytherin’s with whom she now dated. Today had been a rollercoaster of new experiences, new information and insight into their minds. She was intrigued at the closed books she now knew more about, the deep enigma that was the two boys.

Her date with Blaise had been lovely, he’d taken her to a place he’d recreated purely on the knowledge she’d like it, they’d had fun, talked and got to know each other, and then it ended with a sweet kiss, which left her reeling with uncertainty.

Her date with Draco had been much more surprising, he’d been so forth coming, so open with her she often had no idea what to say, in the end she found her body acting instinctively, holding him and kissing him, long before her mind caught up with her. Perhaps that was how Ron felt acting on impulse instead of logic and rationality?

Draco had apologised to her, a sincere apology that she never thought he would speak, one she never expected.

His confession of his pain both crushed and warmed her heart, his willingness to confide in her, bathing her body in a warmth of acceptance.

The date had been far more than she had dreamed of, the details and small things making the experience somewhat more personal.

Though she had initially been nervous, specifically in regards to the flying aspect of the date, she quickly found his company soothing and comforting. It had taken a lot for her to trust him, it was one thing Hermione Granger did not do so easily, trust.

He’d complimented her, told her she was beautiful which although she found hard to believe he kept reasserting it, and then he’d acknowledged her singing, his words lifted her confidence beyond belief, giving her a little more hope that one day she would be able to sing as Hermione.

This thought quickly addressed the other problem Hermione had been attempting to forget.

The Yule Ball and Larissa’s debut.

The planning for the Yule ball had been well underway, and with so many things going on around her, Hermione’s timing had simply slipped, and now, now the ball was only 1 week away!

Shit, shit, shit!

She cursed banging her hands into the mattress at the side of her body.

Hermione climbed out of her bed and quietly made her way to her en-suite bathroom. She ran the cold tap; splashing icy water onto her worried face, the coldness instantly stopping the redness of her fretting as it appeared in a red speckled rash across her lightly tanned skin. Hermione stared into the mirror, her reflection staring back at her; as Hermione studied herself in the mirror her reflection suddenly began to speak.

“Calm down, Hermione for goodness sake, you’re a logical girl! You’ll have things under control no matter how much believe you don’t. Think about it, you have written the new song as requested by Mr Lovewell, have you not?” Her reflection asked. Hermione nodded slowly.

“Then what are you worried about, you’ll be under a glamour charm, no one will know it’s you. You and Malfoy will open the ball with the customary dance shared by the head boy and girl. When the dance is over you can slip away unnoticed and then when Larissa gets to the stage no one will be looking for you, will then?” her reflection said crossing her arms and smirking back at her.

Hermione rolled her eyes, why did her reflection have to be so bloody irritating.

“Fine!” Hermione said in huff, retreating back to her bed.

She climbed into her plush covers pulling them up to her neck positioning her head on the pillow, until she finally fell into a restless slumber.

******

Draco awoke in a very good mood, if not a little confused. Laying amongst the green silk he quickly became aware of the damp patch and the slightly sticky fluid that clung to his sheets.

Draco sighed, He was eighteen years old, he hadn’t had a wet dream in years, usually quenching his desire before he settled down to sleep, and yet despite his usual night routine he still awoke from a fantastically arousing dream covered in his own semen, even with the dream and his obvious release he felt the familiar sensation of pressure within his groin.

He knew what had caused this, all night he had simply been unable to remove the image of Hermione laid beneath him from his brain. Her scent was more powerful than the Imperious curse, lingering on his clothes and skin, driving him wild with desire and lust.

The pressure in Draco’s groin demanded attention as his throbbing member twitched with anticipation, his thoughts only adding further to his arousal, the feeling becoming almost painful. Draco’s hand wandered over his chest trailing softly over his defined abdomen following the trail of blonde hair that began at his navel disappearing under his black boxers, until his hand finally grasped his length. Draco groaned at the contact.

He wanted more, his hand simply wouldn’t suffice the need he felt in that moment, but unable to engage in what he so desired he settled for helping himself out.

His large hand teased the head of his shaft, the smallest amount of pre cum leaking from the tip, his hand stroking up and down his length, his hand just able to wrap around the girth.

Draco’s body showed the signs of frustration as he continued his slow ministrations, until it was unbearable, the tension knotting in his stomach, urging him on, to move his hand harder and faster up his length. His mind preoccupied, reliving the beauty that was Hermione.

Images flashing through his mind: Her eyes sparkling in the moonlight as she stared into his. Her breathlessness as she broke their kiss in need of oxygen. The way her body felt under his. Her hands in his hair, his back, his shoulders, anywhere that pulled him closer into her. The softness and suppleness of her skin as it came into contact with his own. It was tantalising.

Soon enough Draco could feel his release approaching and with one final hard squeeze he was pushed over the edge, her name leaving his lips as he came with force.

Taking a deep breath Draco reached for his wand and cast a quick scourgify charm over his bedding and body before making his way into his bathroom for his morning shower.

******

Hermione took a deep breath and swallowed her pride as she made her way to the Gryffindor table, taking note of the confused looks cast by Harry and Ginny as well as the ones of concern radiating from her two prospective partners as she made her way to the seat opposite a rather withdrawn Ron.

“Ron…” she asked testing the water.

He merely looked up acknowledging her presence, “What do you want, Hermione.” He asked tiredly. “I don’t want to fight with you, okay? I’ll never win against you.” He said exasperatedly.

“I know, I don’t want to either.” She said meekly.

“Look I’m really sorry, Ron. I am. I never meant to say those things to you. I was so mad at you. I want you as my friend Ron, I can’t lose you.” She said fighting back the tears that threatened to fall.

“Sit.” Ron said softly, indicating at the empty seat before him.

“But, that’s all you want right, Mione. You just want my friendship, nothing more?” he asked a little deflated.

Hermione thought for a while, she could break it to him gently, tell him the truth and move on or she could say that there was never anything between them, just an expected relationship that neither cared to indulge in. But she couldn’t lie, she was a bad liar, even if she could she wouldn’t, friendship was built on trust after all.

“Mione?” Ron said again his hand covering hers.

Hermione smiled sheepishly. “Ron…I”

She opened and closed her mouth several times before she thought of a coherent sentence.

“For the last two years, I’ve loved you Ron, dreamt of nothing more than being with you, and at one stage we tried, but it wasn’t meant to be. But that didn’t stop me from feeling the way I did about you. And then things got complicated, you were with Lavender and then I get this… this bombshell dropped on me.” Hermione continued, stroking her thumb over his knuckles.

“I didn’t ask for this, Ron. You have to know that. I wanted you, I wanted us to have a future. You have to know that, but now I realise we can’t be anything more than friends, those feelings, yes it was love. I loved you, I still do, but I’m not in love with you. Do you understand?” she said shakily.

Ron nodded. “Are you happy, Mione? Do they make you happy?” he asked looking over his shoulder shooting a cold glance at the two watching Slytherins. Hermione nodded “I am, I suppose in a weird sort of way.” She said smiling softly at her best friend.

Ron nodded directing his gaze at his empty plate in front of him; it was so unlike Ron not to eat.

“I could have made you happy, Mione. If I had the chance I’d take everything back, what I said to you. The things I said were horrible but you, you didn’t even look like you, you looked different, liked you’d changed and moved on without me. I never told you and not that it’ll make a difference now but I do love you.” He said looking into her eyes, his blue one’s missing the usual sparkle which tore at Hermione’s heart.

“But you have to understand, I will never accept them, Hermione. I can’t and if they so much as harm a hair on your head, or sodding Malfoy so much as mutters the M word in your direction I swear I’ll kill them. I’ll kill them both.” His voice took on a strong conviction that unnerved and chilled Hermione to the bone.

She nodded trying to move her hand away, only for Ron to grasp it strongly in his. “You listen to me Hermione. Do not degrade yourself to get their attention you’re beautiful as you are, don’t become just another notch on either of their bed posts, you deserve more than that. I’m not going to wait for you. You’ve made your choice I know that. But so help me merlin I’ll kill them.” His pent up frustration and anger transmitting and adding to the severity of his threat, it was crystal clear.

Hermione made to stand up, however Ron stood from his place, as Hermione hugged the red headed boy gently. “Thank you.” She whispered in his ear.

She started to walk towards Harry and Ginny who looked to be restraining two seething Slytherins, the two Gryffindor’s made in their direction stopping before them. Draco and Blaise both offered their hands to Hermione, who took them both, the differences becoming clear to Ginny once more as Blaise’s large tanned hand clasped Hermione’s in his whilst Draco’s fingers laced his and Hermione’s together delicately, her hand fitting in his perfectly.

“Everything okay?” Blaise asked in his smooth voice.

“Everything is fine!” Ron growled out through clenched teeth.

Hermione simply nodded.

“Are you okay, Princess?” came the whisper in her ear a soft kiss placed on the outer shell, a small blush creeping onto Hermione’s cheeks. She pressed Draco’s had gently in a reassuring manner, to let him know that she was okay.

***

“Mione. What’s going on?” Ginny asked looking suspiciously at her brother. “You’ve not actually made up with him, have you?” She asked disbelievingly, looking at her friend for confirmation.

“Yes, Gin. I have.” She said simply.

“Why?” came the response “He degraded you, worse than anyone could, he called you a whore! You are in no way a whore.” She said getting riled up.

“I’ve forgiven him.” Hermione said moving to stand next to Ron.

“Well he doesn’t deserve it.” Ginny said her anger filtering into her voice.

“Gin, please.” Ron said almost desperately “I didn’t mean it, come on I’m your brother.” Ginny huffed.

“Yeah you’re my pig headed egotistical brother and Hermione may as well be my sister. You had no right Ronald to call her those names, all out of petty jealousy. Do you hear me? If you ever refer to her like that again, I’ll hex your bloody nuts off!” she said crossing her arms, her brow furrowed as she frowned.

“Look, I said I was sorry, Gin.” He said, sounding depressed. “Harry, Mate?” Ron looked at Harry beseechingly.

“I know, Ron.” Harry said with a sigh. “Everything will be fine, come one let’s get something to eat before class starts.” He said turning the red head back to his seat.

Ron managed to walk a few paces before he halted in his tracks and turned to face the collection of students. He quickly retreated back to the two male with whom he despised.

His voice was low and rough “Listen here Malfoy, Zabini. If I so much as here you’ve upset or hurt her, you can wave goodbye to your pathetic little lives.” His blue eyes flashed dangerously, as he smirked and walked away, leaving Ginny and Hermione unnerved at the poison in his voice.

“How about we go have breakfast in the ROR?” Blaise asked Hermione with a smile.

Hermione nodded stoically and looked to Ginny.

Ginny had turned and was just about to reseat when Draco spoke up.

“Hey, Red. Where do you think you’re going? You’re coming too.” He said with his trademark smirk, earning a very large smile to form of Ginny’s face followed by a flush to rise in her cheeks.

The two Gryffindor girls giggled together as they were escorted from the hall, by the two princes of Slytherin.

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A/N

I realise there isn’t as much action in this chapter as the others but I needed it to set up the coming chapters. The fun will begin soon, what with the Yule ball just around the corner.

Please let me know what you think, I hope your all still enjoying it. You all are, aren’t you? Let me know if you think of anything I should include, or what you think should happen.

Cherripepsiisgod: I know exactly how you feel, I hate waiting for surprises no matter how good they are. It’s the same with Fanfiction, when I find a story I love reading I become so impatient waiting for the next chapter, so with that In mind I have tried to post a chapter a day or every 2 days or so. I look forward to your reviews they make me smile; I will refrain from holding you in suspense like it sounds like your husband would. Let me know what you think of the newest chapter.

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