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Songs of Regret	By : RavieSnake Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 76454 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 17
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A/N: As always, thank-you for the reviews!
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“I think the student has surpassed the teacher,” Harry laughed as Ron attempted and failed to block the quaffle that sailed straight through the makeshift goal behind him. Hermione grinned from her place on her borrowed broom and easily caught the next quaffle that Ginny tossed to her.
“You really are getting very good,” Ginny remarked from her place on the ground beside Harry.
Hermione never thought that she’d enjoy Quidditch so much, but once she had gotten over her initial fear of flying, she actually found herself looking forward to her practice sessions each day. In fact all of them looked forward to the sessions. It allowed them all a distraction from their individual sources of angst. The practices kept Hermione from missing Draco too much, let Harry and Ginny get close in front of the Weasley parents, and allowed Ron to forget his frustrated loneliness.
And between Ron’s knowledge, Ginny’s talent, and Harry’s coaching abilities Hermione was quickly being molded into a respectable Chaser. Mr. Perfect might get to see her in a uniform after all.
Hermione smiled widely at the thought of the face Draco would make if he actually saw her come out onto the pitch before a game. She wanted to see that face.
She tucked the quaffle under her arm and flew at the goal to make her next move. Just as she hurled the ball past Ron’s flailing hand, she felt her locket heat-up. She pulled around and hovered before Harry and Ginny.
“Cover for me?” she said tapping a hand to her locket.
“Okay, but not too long,” Ginny responded, “Mum’s been in a right state since Harry’s party, and she’ll go out of her mind if she notices you missing.”
Hermione nodded and then steered the broom towards the field where she knew Draco was waiting and took off. It had been several weeks since they had first met there and they had made an effort to meet at least a couple of times each week. The days went by so much easier with his visits to look forward to. Hermione could hardly believe it was August already.
As she approached the field, she dropped lower to keep herself from view and then dismounted the broom just before the clearing. She stashed it in a thicket and then ran the rest of the way.
When Draco saw her enter the field he jogged to meet her and lifted her in a hug.
“I missed you yesterday,” Hermione sighed as she buried her face into his shoulder.
“Sorry, Mother insisted on taking me out to celebrate,” he said planting a quick kiss to her lips before setting her down.
“Oh, what was the occasion?”
Draco released her from his arms and reached into his pocket. With a crooked smile he held out his hand that now contained two gleaming silver and green badges.
“Albus made you Prefect and Quidditch Captain?” Hermione shook her head and laughed. She reached into her pocket and pulled out her own shiny red and gold prefect badge.
They had received their Hogwart’s supply letters the previous day. Hermione already knew that they were coming of course, but she had been curious to see if Dumbledore would still make them Prefects again considering their rather unique circumstance.
“He better put us on patrol together,” Draco replied as he took Hermione’s badge from her hand and rubbed it between his fingers. “Potter make Gryffindor captain again?”
Hermione nodded as she took back her badge. “Yes. It was a rather nice surprise for him. Especially since his birthday was so gloomy…again.” She heaved a sigh.
“Party not go well?”
“Lupin showed up. It was so heartbreaking to see him alive again. But then, just like last time, he started going on about all of the recent deaths and disappearances. And it was so depressing…more so than before, because I knew they were coming. It makes me feel so guilty. We should be doing something to stop it all,” she answered lowering herself to sit. Draco plopped down beside her and absentmindedly pulled at a tuft of grass.
“Well, school starts in a month. I think Albus is waiting until then to move forward. It will be much easier for us all to meet and go over the plans to destroy the remaining Horcruxes once we are back at Hogwarts,” Draco said as he picked the broken strands of grass from his palms.
“Has Severus said anything about it?”
Draco furrowed his brow a bit. “No. We’ve been training more frequently though. He’s really been coming down hard on me.”
“Good,” Hermione replied as she lay back in the soft grass. “You need to be prepared in case we meet in Diagon Alley tomorrow when we buy our supplies.”
Draco leaned over her and placed his hands on either side of her head. “I don’t think I like your tone, Mudblood,” he said with a nasty sneer. Hermione blinked at him as he held the cold expression. She smiled and pushed at his chest playfully.
“Okay, I guess you’re ready,” she laughed nervously, but Draco didn’t let up. He looked down at her hands on his chest.
“Thanks a lot Granger, now I’ll have to burn this shirt. Mind removing your filthy little paws from my person?” He shoved off the ground forcefully, causing her to flinch. He sat up straight and pulled at his shirt collar. Hermione just laid there gaping at him.
“You had better sit-up Granger before a rat builds a nest in that knotted mess of yours.”
Hermione felt like her heart was in a vise. Draco was looking at her so hatefully she was having a difficult time catching her breath. She stared him in the eyes and saw nothing but contempt. Tears welled in her eyes and she covered her face with her hands.
She felt him grab hold of her shoulders and pull her up into a sitting position. The next moment she was sobbing into Draco’s chest as he hugged her and rocked her gently.
“I guess you’re not ready,” he said softly. “But you must know that I don’t mean it? I pulled on my collar…”
“I know you don’t mean it. It’s just…I hate that we have to do this,” she sniffled and wiped her nose on the handkerchief he handed to her. “I hate that we have to be nasty to each other.”
“We only have to keep it up until we defeat old Moldy. After that I’ll take out a full page ad in the Prophet declaring my love for you,” he said teasingly with a poke to her ribs. Hermione let out a small laugh.
“I think they’d make that front page news,” she grinned.
Draco smiled and then twisted his mouth in thought. “You know, it doesn’t have to feel like we’re being nasty to each other. We could try and make a game of it,” he offered with a shrug.
"A game?" she asked skeptically.
Draco gave her a mischievous grin. "Yeah. A game of wits. See which of us can come up with the best insult."
Hermione narrowed her eyes at him. "The trouble with a game of wits for you Malfoy, is that you actually have to have wits to play it."
Draco gave a slow, low chuckle. "Oh, ho, ho. Haven't got any wits have I, Granger? I'll show you what I've got," he said as he pulled her down and pinned her to the ground. He proceeded to tickle her mercilessly.
“No…please…stop,” she shrieked in between laughs as she wriggled under him."Stop, stop…you're going to make me..."
"Hermione!?"
Draco ceased his attack at once and they both sat bolt upright at the sound of her name being called.
"Hermione!" came Ron’s voice again from just beyond the clearing. “Mum wants us to get ready for tomorrow!”
"Damn it," Hermione cursed under her breath as she sat up and straightened her clothes."I’ll be there in a minute Ron!” she hollered in his direction.
“I guess that’s my cue to exit then,” Draco sighed with a frown as he got to his feet.
“Wait,” Hermione said as she stood up to face him, “There was something I wanted to ask you.”
Draco raised his eyebrows and looked at her expectantly, but Hermione simply twisted her hands in front of her and shifted awkwardly. “Well, what is it?” he asked eyeing her curious change in demeanor.
“I…I feel horrible having to ask you this…but…” she trailed off with a grimace.
Draco furrowed his brow in worry. “Hermione, what is it?”
“I…I wondered if…if you might be able to…to lend me some money?”
Draco laughed in relief. “Is that all? You had me scared for a moment.”
“Sorry, it’s just that I hate having to ask you that. But Severus only got enough money from my parents to cover my school books and there is something that I really want to get. I promise I’ll pay you back as soon as I can get the money from my parents.”
“You absolutely do not have to pay me back,” Draco said sternly. “As far as I’m concerned it’s your money now too. How much do you need?”
“That’s the thing…it’s kind of a lot,” she hedged. Draco sniffed in amusement.
“I don’t know if you’ve heard Granger, but I’m filthy fucking rich.”
Hermione blushed a little and ducked her head. Draco laughed at her again. “Hermione, for Merlin’s sake it’s just money…how much?”
“Three…three hundred Galleons.”
Without hesitation, Draco Apparated from sight. Hermione waited anxiously in the field until he returned with a crack thirty seconds later. He handed her a jingling sack of Galleons and grinned at her shocked expression.
“A drop in the ocean, love,” he said with a kiss to her cheek.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
"Don’t be afraid to ask me for things. You are worth every Knut I have.”
Hermione smiled and blushed again.
“You better get going before Weasel comes back. I'll see you tomorrow,” he said pulling her into a hug. “Suppose we’ll have another stand-off in Madam Malkins?”
"Who knows?” she said giving him a quick kiss.
“Hmm. Well, just remember…it’s all a game,” he replied rubbing his nose to hers.
Hermione nodded with a small smile. "I love you…Ferret."
Draco took a step back from her. "I love you too Mudblood," he winked and then disappeared.
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"Crikey! How much do dentists make!?" Ron gawked as Hermione counted out another pile of Galleons on the counter for the shop clerk.
"They make enough," she answered curtly as the clerk took the coins and placed them in the till.
Hermione frowned as she looked down at the bag Draco had given her. There were still at least two hundred Galleons left inside after she'd paid the three hundred she had needed. She wasn't sure if she should feel angry or touched that Draco had given her so much extra, though she had no intention of spending it. She felt bad enough taking the three hundred.
The athletic looking wizard behind the counter handed her a receipt. "Your package should arrive this afternoon," he said with smile.
"Thank you," Hermione replied politely before turning to exit the shop. Ron followed behind her.
"I can't believe you actually bought that, Mione," he said shaking his head.
"Well, I'll need one won't I?" she replied testily.
"Yeah, but...a Nimbus 2001? That's the top of the line after the Firebolt!"
"What are you suggesting here? That I don’t deserve the best?" Hermione asked him dangerously.
Ron sighed. "I'm just saying you could have gotten away with buying a Comet or something similar. You shouldn't have spent so much. You don't even know if you'll make the team."
Hermione resisted the urge to punch him in the face. "Regardless if I make the team or not Ronald, I think I deserve to get the broom I want."
She had looked through Ron's Quidditch supply catalogs and compared the different broomsticks available. She needed a broom that she knew was stable and dependable, for even now, she couldn’t help but be just a little wary of heights. And while she knew the Nimbus was pricy, it was the safest and most reliable one on the market...aside from the Firebolt. But she certainly was not about to ask Draco for the kind of money a Firebolt would cost no matter how rich or generous he was.
"Yeah, I guess," was all Ron had for a response. Hermione frowned at him and then turned to Harry who was already waiting outside the shop with Hagrid who had once again been brought along for security.
"Did you buy one?" Harry asked eagerly.
"She bought a Nimbus 2001,” Ron answered for her. Harry's eyes widened a little, but he smiled.
"Good choice, Hermione. Its smooth handling and pivoting stirrups will really play well to your flying style."
Hermione beamed at him. "Thank you Harry. I can't wait to try it out."
“If we are all finished-up ‘ere, I reckon we oughta get a move on ter Madam Malkin’s ‘fore Molly has my head on a platter,” Hagrid said with a nod toward the other end of the street.
Hermione felt her insides squirm with anxiety. The first time they had come to Diagon Alley for their school supplies and gone to Madam Malkin’s they had entered the shop just as Draco was being fitted for dress robes and an ugly exchange of words had played out. Harry and Ron had even drawn their wands. But this time they had stopped at Quality Quidditch Supplies first so she could purchase her broom, instead of going straight to Madam Malkin’s. Maybe they’d get lucky and miss seeing Draco in the shop.
As they approached Madam Malkin’s, Hermione’s heart began to race. She strained her eyes to try and look through the storefront window to see if Draco was inside, but it was too hazy to tell. She took a deep breath as Harry brought a hand up to push open the door, and nearly choked when the door opened from the inside at the same time to reveal Draco and his mother standing in the doorway.
Draco’s eyes widened slightly at the sight of Harry before him and then he quickly darted his eyes around until they came to rest on Hermione. She caught the nearly imperceptible sparkle in his eyes before he narrowed them at her.
“Be sure to hold your breath as you exit Mother, there’s a Mudblood out here,” he called over his shoulder. Harry immediately went on the defensive.
“Sod off Malfoy,” he said loudly. Draco smirked evilly shifting his eyes from Hermione to Harry.
“Eloquently put, Potter. Do you kiss your mummy with that mouth?”
The blood drained from Harry’s face and Draco laughed. He stopped abruptly when he suddenly found himself looking down his nose at Harry’s wand pointed in his face.
“Harry, no!” Hermione yelled lunging forward and grabbing his arm in an attempt to lower it. “Harry, you mustn’t…he’s not worth it.”
Draco made a face like he tasted something bad, but then quickly schooled his features back into his trademark smirk.
“You’d know all about worthless people, wouldn’t you, Granger?” he said with a pointed look at Ron. “Though I suppose being friends with a dirt poor blood traitor is the best an annoying little Mudblood like you could hope for.” His lip raised in a defiant sneer as Ron went red in the face.
Hermione worried for a moment that their signal for ‘I’m sorry/I don’t mean it’ was too obvious as Draco kept repeatedly tugging at his shirt collar while he spoke. But one glance at Harry and Ron told her they were still safe; they both were too consumed with their rage to notice. Hermione removed her hand from Harry’s arm and turned to fully face Draco.
"At least I've got friends to go out with, Malfoy, instead of following my mummy around like a first year," she said haughtily while carefully tugging at her own collar.
Ron spluttered a laugh and Draco looked murderous.
"How dare you address me you filthy little..." Draco trailed off as Harry raised his wand higher into his face.
"You'll want to watch what comes out of your mouth next, Ferret, unless you want to see what comes out of my wand," Harry threatened in a low voice.
At that, Narcissa pushed her way in front of Draco and glared at Harry.
"If you ever threaten my son again, Harry Potter, be warned that it will be the last thing that you ever do," she said coolly. Harry simply glared back at her. "Come Draco," she said with a sniff, "I believe it would be best for us to continue our shopping elsewhere. This place has obviously gone to the dogs.” Narcissa stared contemptuously at Hermione just as she said the word ‘dogs.’
“You would know all about bitches, wouldn’t you Mrs. Malfoy?”
Hermione couldn’t believe that the words had actually spilled out of her mouth. She suddenly felt panicked…she hadn’t meant to insult his mum. She knew how much Draco cared for her and her heart clenched with worry that she had gone too far. She yanked hard on her shirt collar and glanced cautiously into his face.
Ignoring his mother’s indignant gasp and Harry’s still outstretched arm, Draco took the two steps that separated him from Hermione so quickly that no one had time to react. Only centimeters in front of her, he looked her straight in the eyes.
“You’ll pay for that, Granger,” he hissed angrily. He winked and Hermione stopped breathing at the burn she felt pulse through her core.
Without another word, Draco walked away and made sure to bang hard into Ron’s shoulder as he passed. Ron scrunched his face and rubbed his upper arm as Narcissa followed her son past him with her nose upturned.
“Foul git,” Ron murmured as the two retreated down the street.
Hermione had a hand to her stomach and was still staring straight ahead where Draco had been a moment before when she felt eyes on her. She snapped her attention to Hagrid, Harry and Ron who were all staring at her with wonder.
“What?” she asked nervously.
“That was bloody brilliant, Hermione,” Harry praised with a huge grin. “He was so mad. I can’t believe you said that.”
“Neither can I,” she confessed with a small shake of her head. She looked over her shoulder at the small figure in the distance that was Draco.
“Don’t worry, Mione,” Ron said throwing his arm around her, “we won’t let the Ferret bother you.”
Hermione looked at the ground. ‘That’s what I’m afraid of,’ she thought forlornly and she let Ron guide her into the doorway of the shop.
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Hermione stood in the crowded joke shop and turned the Patented Daydream Charm box over in her hands, but she only halfheartedly read the description. Her mind still kept wandering back to Draco and that look he had given her outside of Madam Malkin’s. She attempted to rub her thighs together to try and quell the ache she felt between them. Damn that Slytherin and his stupid sexy face…
“This one looks interesting,” Ginny whispered leaning into Hermione’s shoulder to show her a box with a picture of a dashing looking wizard rescuing a damsel in distress. Hermione gave a noncommittal hum and set down her box.
“I’ve got plenty to daydream about without these,” Hermione sighed. Ginny gave her an understanding smile. She opened her mouth as if to reply, but closed it when Harry and a tall, magenta clad redhead came up between them.
Hermione looked up to see the grinning face of Fred Weasley, and she cringed at the sight of him again. When he had greeted her earlier when she’d entered Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes with the rest of their little troupe she had nearly burst into tears. There was no way to describe the mixture of happiness and pain that came with seeing a deceased loved one alive again. It was overwhelming.
Hermione numbly heard Fred say something about love potions as he ushered her and Ginny to a bright pink display near the front window of the shop.
“I don’t think we’ll be needing any of these,” Ginny said smugly as she picked-up a small pink bottle of love potion from the display shelf.
“So we’ve heard,” George Weasley replied as he sidled up to them. “Wittle Ronikins has been keeping us well up-to-date on your budding romances,” he said slyly with a nudge to Hermione’s shoulder. She couldn’t help the goofy grin that appeared across her face.
“Seems our lovely Hermione has a mystery man…and apparently you’ve been getting a bit friendly with Harry here,” Fred said as he elbowed Harry in the ribs. “We just had to rough him up a bit in the back.”
Ginny put back the bottle and hooked her arm into Harry’s defiantly. “Who I have or haven’t gotten friendly with is none of your business,” she replied angrily. “And I’d appreciate if you’d not keep telling these two about us,” she said looking at Ron who had just walked up to join them carrying several boxes of merchandise.
Without warning, Ron stopped and dropped the boxes to the floor.
“Hey, you break it…” George started.
“…you bought it,” Fred finished.
But Ron wasn’t listening. He was staring straight ahead as if hypnotized. Hermione turned as the others did the same to see what had caught Ron’s attention. Her stomach lurched. Standing a few feet away, eyes locked on Ron, was Susan Bones.
Even after all she’d been through with Draco, the way Ron was looking at Susan sent a stab of pain straight through Hermione’s heart. In all of their years together Ron had never looked at her that way. Hermione forced her face not to betray her as she watched Ron step over his discarded boxes and walk right up to Susan.
Susan smiled widely and reached out to Ron who pulled her into a hug and kissed her. Harry and Ginny’s jaws both dropped.
“Well, this is certainly an interesting development,” Fred and George said at the same time with matching grins.
Hermione looked away. She turned to the window of the shop and blinked furiously to keep from crying. A single tear managed to escape and she hastily wiped it from her face with her robe sleeve just as a tall blonde figure walked past in the street. She quickly swiveled her head around to see if any of the others had noticed, but all eyes were still on Ron and Susan.
With a hand to her locket, Hermione gazed back out the window and watched Draco continue up the street toward Knockturn Alley.
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Draco turned over restlessly. He kicked his comforter from his bed angrily and splayed his limbs out in frustration. He could not fall asleep. The day’s events kept replaying in his head. Every time he closed his lids he either saw Hermione’s wide eyes or Borgin’s ugly, resentful stare.
He had not wanted to go through the ruse of fixing the Vanishing Cabinet again, but Severus had insisted. He would need to have something to show Voldemort if he was questioned about his progress on his mission to kill Albus.
But it had taken every ounce of his will power and training to enter into Borgin and Burkes with a straight face. The only emotions he had felt walking into the store were loathing and annoyance. And then he had to keep from punching the swarthy git in the face. The last time he’d seen him he had sold him that blasted pearl. The only reason Borgin still had all of his teeth was because the pearl had given him Hermione.
Oh, Hermione. She had played her part of the game perfectly…and she had won. Draco scrubbed his face with his palms as her words echoed through his brain. “…he’s not worth it.”
She hadn’t even meant that to be the insult, but that small statement had cut him deep. Hermione was the first person besides his mother to make him feel like he was worth anything and when those words had come from her lips…
Draco groaned and rolled over again. He slid his hand under his pillow to retrieve his mirror. It was black. Of course it would be. It was only one in the morning and Hermione was probably fast asleep.
With a giant yawn and stretch, Draco sat-up in his bed. There was no way he was going to fall asleep. He stood, grabbed his wand from the nightstand and considered what he should do next. Maybe a bit of fresh air would do it. He looked to his balcony and frowned. He could think of a place much more inviting than his gardens.
“Fuck it,” he said out loud to himself and then turned on the spot.
He landed in the field near the Burrow a second later and nearly had a heart attack when he saw that he wasn’t alone. There on the ground, lying on a blanket was Hermione.
“Draco!?” she shouted in surprise as she scrambled to her feet. “What are you doing here!?”
“I should ask you the same. Why are you out here by yourself in the middle of the night? What if they find you missing?” Draco asked as he approached her, anxiously looking toward the house.
Hermione shook her head, “I’ve been sneaking out here every clear night for the past two weeks, and no one has noticed. I can’t seem to fall asleep in that house. It’s too... I just feel less alone out here by myself than I do in there surrounded by people.”
Draco pulled her in for a hug and rested his head on top of hers. “I can’t sleep either. I came here for some fresh air…to see if I could relax.”
“I’m glad you came,” she mumbled into his shoulder. Draco silently nodded against her.
“I’m sorry about today…about what I said…” she began, but Draco cut her off.
“Don’t…you were perfect,” he said as he buried his face into her hair. The sad tone in his voice told Hermione that he didn’t want to rehash the day’s events. She let it go and simply nestled further into his chest. After a minute or so Draco pulled back and smiled at her.
“So…what do you do out here every night?”
Hermione leaned back and looked skyward. “I watch the stars,” she answered with a dreamy smile. Draco looked up and squinted at the heavens. He felt Hermione tug at his arm and looked back down to see she had lowered herself to the blanket. She grinned at him expectantly and patted the ground beside her.
Draco sat down next to her and looked up again. “I haven’t paid any attention to the stars since Astronomy class.”
“Would you like a refresher course on the constellations?” she asked playfully as she lay back on the ground. Draco gave a small chuckle as he lay back as well, set down his wand, and folded his arms behind his head.
“No…just tell me which constellation is your favorite,” he replied, still gazing up.
“I’m surprised you have to ask that,” Hermione answered turning her face to him. He looked over at her with a confused look.
“How would I know what your favorite constellation is?”
Hermione huffed good-naturedly. She scooted close to him and pointed her hand to the sky. “That one.”
Draco followed the path of her finger to see the constellation she was pointing to. He felt a warm sensation fill his chest when he recognized it.
“Draco,” he said softly. He turned his head to look at Hermione again. She smiled widely as she continued to gaze at his namesake.
“It’s a circumpolar constellation,” she said musingly, “It is visible all year to the Northern Hemisphere. It’s comforting…to know that it’s always there. That’s why I come out here. I stare at Draco until I fall asleep.”
Hermione felt Draco’s hand glide over her stomach. She tore her eyes from the glittering stars above and turned to meet his stormy gaze. His silvery gray eyes searched her face for a moment before he leaned in and captured her lips in a gentle kiss. Hermione released a tiny moan and pressed into him to deepen it.
She shivered as Draco’s hand pushed its way under her lightweight cream-colored nightdress and she ran her hands up his back under his gray cotton tee. As they molded their bodies together, Hermione’s music began to softly overtake the quiet humming and chirping of the late summer wildlife in the grasses that surrounded them. Draco didn’t ask what it was, but Hermione knew it…Sad Romance by Thao Nguyen Xanh.
Draco slipped Hermione’s nightdress over her head before pulling off his shirt. He took a moment to look down appreciatively at her soft nude form before descending upon her again. Their hot skin pressed together and warmed them against the cooling night air as they embraced beneath the starlight. Draco moved to cover her completely and their hands instinctively roamed to remove the little clothing they still wore.
Slowly, rhythmically, passionately…they made love. The song’s haunting melody repeatedly soared over the landscape as they fell over the edge time and again; completely lost in each other. Tomorrow the game would start again, but for now it was only them…and the stars.
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