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Lost in the Music	By : Daydreamer Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 23800 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 22 – Twisted fate

“It would seem that fate had a plan for me all along, that plan involves you Ginny. What you were talking about earlier about my future without Hermione. That future involves you, you are my future.”

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Ginny’s jaw was hung open in shock, had she just heard Blaise right? Had her aura changed colour? Could it possibly be that her wildest dream had just come true?

It couldn’t have. Could it?

“What did you just say?” Ginny asked disbelief lacing her tone.

Blaise gave her a large smile, showing his perfectly white teeth, he laughed softly. “Ginevra Weasley, fate has destined you and I to live happily together, always.

Ginny’s blue eyes were wide with intrigue.

“How?” she asked.

Blaise stroked his fingers over the back of her knuckles.

“My dear, it would seem that fate had other ideas, perhaps it was her plan all along. Hermione was meant to choose Draco, they are meant for each other.”

“And what about us?” she asked

Blaise kissed the palm of her hand “I’d like to think that it was a catalyst, a situation that would draw two fated people together, to make us closer, to see the person beneath the persona, their reputation. Before all of this, we’d never spoken. Not once. And now I feel I know you, not as much as I would like to, but none the less, we’ve been brought together.”

Ginny nodded, “I still don’t know where we go from here.”

“I know, we can work on it, if you want to? I’d like to think you feel something towards me, I think you do. Can you honestly say that you feel nothing towards me?” he asked.

Ginny looked from Blaise to the dance floor where Hermione and Draco were lost in each other, she could see Draco whispering sweet nothings into Hermione ear, she could see the happiness her friend felt in that moment. They each looked so content and happy in the other’s arms.

She wanted that.

She shook her head; she couldn’t say she didn’t feel something for him. She’d felt some sort of pull towards him for the past few weeks, ever since that morning he had caught her from falling. His scent had hypnotised her, it lingered on her clothes and skin, a permanent reminder of the thing she wanted but couldn’t have. But apparently now she could.

“It doesn’t matter how I feel towards you, Blaise. You don’t feel the same way about me.” She said with a sad smile, soul mates or not she didn’t want to be with someone who didn’t feel the same for her as she did for them. She glanced again at the couple who had stilled their dancing in favour of kissing in the middle of the dance floor; students had begun to dance around them, as they became fully absorbed in each other.

Blaise shook his head and began pulling Ginny towards him, his hands rested on the bodice of her flattering black dress.

“You’re wrong, Ginny.” He whispered in her ear.

“How so?” she said tearing her gaze from Hermione and Draco, to look Blaise in the eye.

“You don’t realise what an amazing person you are. Any man must be stupid to not want you; Potter was an idiot to ever let you go. You’re this haze of happiness and sunshine and its infectious, you make people happy. You always say the right things, Ginny. You’re everything I could hope for.”

Ginny blushed at the compliment, she was still uncertain of what was happening, she honestly thought that she was dreaming, she half expected to wake up any moment, disappointed that it wasn’t real.”

“You’re beautiful and funny” Blaise continued “I don’t know how I feel towards you, but I’ve noticed you more since that morning, I’ve wanted to be near you more, to talk to you.” He said running his free hand through his black curls.

“That morning?” Ginny asked incredulously.

Blaise laughed, “yeah, the one where you were hung-over and nearly fell on the floor. When I caught you, my instinct was to pull you into my arms, to hold you close. I guess that makes sense now. But then I breathed in your scent and I couldn’t let go of you, it was spellbinding.” He said looking down at Ginny; he really hoped she knew he was genuine.

“What did I smell like?” Ginny asked her head cocked to the side.

Blaise smiled again, “You smelt like summer, the sun, and the flowers, the brightness of the season. Thinking about it, it suits you well.”

Ginny blushed again, “I know what you mean, with the scent thing.” She said hesitantly.

Blaise looked perplexed “Really?” he asked.

Ginny nodded. “When you pulled me into you, I didn’t want to move, I felt hypnotised by your scent, it was so overwhelming, in a nice way. Ever since I felt a like a pull towards you, but I never understood it, and then there was the thing with Hermione, so I didn’t do anything.” She said sincerely, she looked to Blaise’s brown eyes again, she could see the lights reflecting in his black pupils.

“What do I smell like to you?” he asked, pulling Ginny closer to his body.

“You smell like rain, the first rainfall of the season, its calming and homely.” She said, a soft smile on her red lips.

Blaise smiled, he was happy that he smelt homely to her, it was interesting to him, he had refrained from using that word. He hadn’t wanted to scare her, but in all honesty summer reminded him of home, home in Italy, spending the day lounging in the sun, the epitome of happiness.

“Could you give us a try? I mean, do you want to make it work between us? To be happy together?” Blaise asked, cupping Ginny’s cheek, looking in to her ocean blue eyes.

“More than anything.” She replied.

Blaise beamed in happiness, it was funny how he was sure that Hermione was the one but as he looked at the young witch in front of him, he’d never once felt such a strong need to make another being happy, as he did with Ginny. He was overjoyed to know that he had someone, someone of his very own, a future with happiness and love in it.

He looked to his Best friend, and felt his heart swell, never in all the years that he had known Draco had he seen his friend so happy. It was cruel that his life had been based on an unfair set of cards that delivered blow by blow at every turn, however looking at the young blonde man now, Blaise was reassured to know that fate had chosen well for his friend, his witch was compassionate and loving and in every way perfect for him. He knew that Draco had finally been given the happiness he readily deserved.

Finally they each had the chance to be truly happy; they’d both been through hardship, in relation to the families they were born into, and the values they had imposed. But by rejecting everything they had known and taking a chance, they had been given so much more in return.

Blaise was quickly brought from his thoughts by the hand that rested on his shoulder, turning his head he saw Draco, with a large smile on his handsome face, his eyes twinkling with hope. He had Hermione pulled to his body, the contact close and intimate, his fingers intertwined with hers.

“Hey, B.” Draco said.

“Hey.” He replied happily.

Hermione stepped forward “I… umm chose Draco.” She said, she hadn’t been sure what she was going to say, but she felt she needed to voice her choice to Blaise, it was only fair.

Blaise smiled “Hermione, I know. You made the right choice. You two are made for each other, you always have been.”

“I’m sorry.” Hermione said softly “I wish I could have chosen you, you’re going to make some girl very happy one day, but I’m afraid, Draco is the only one for me.” She said looking at Draco, the adoration in her eyes clear to see.

“I know he is, and you’re right Hermione. I hope one day I can make one particular witch happy, only if she’ll let me.” He said with a pointed look at Ginny.

Hermione looked from Blaise to Ginny; she saw the familiar blush sweep over Ginny’s pale cheeks when Blaise spoke of making a particular witch happy.

“It’s you!” Hermione said ecstatically, “You’re his soul mate!” she said walking towards Ginny asking for confirmation.

“Is it true, Mate?” Draco asked Blaise.

Blaise nodded and began explaining about the shifts of each of their auras.

Hermione couldn’t stop smiling, she was so happy that Ginny, had a chance at happiness, she was also very happy that it was with Blaise, with whom she had been pining over for the last few weeks. Hermione knew that if Ginny felt anything like she did at this very moment she would be happy.

Hermione was happy anyway, she knew she had chosen right, Draco was everything she could of ever hoped for, he was loyal, intelligent and a book that only she had the chance to read, she knew that he would keep her on her toes. She did wonder though about the next few days, she remembered something Dumbledore said about them being bound, she still didn’t understand, but she wasn’t worried, she knew that the answers would all come to light soon enough.

Right now though she was happy for Ginny, her sister and best friend, the one who had stood by her countless times. The pulsating of her wand startled her, and she accidentally grabbed Ginny’s hand.

“Mione? Are you okay?” she asked, concerned by her friend’s sudden action, Hermione led her away from their two soul mates. She wasn’t sure what else to call them yet, it was a bit too soon to be calling Draco her boyfriend. Was he her boyfriend?

“Gin, I have to go.” She said indicating at the stage that was curtained off in the hall.

Ginny wasn’t following, too lost in her daydream of Blaise.

“Go where?” she asked.

Hermione sighed exasperated, “Ginny, I have to go, you know, to sing” she whispered.

Ginny’s eyes lit up and widened. “Oh Merlin, I forgot. Is it that time already?” she asked panicked for her friend.

“How are we going to get away?” she asked.

“What do you mean we, Ginny?” Hermione inquired.

Ginny placed both her hands on her hips, “You really think I’d leave you to do this in your own?” she said.

Hermione smiled, Ginny knew how scared and nervous she was about this, and she really couldn’t be late, Mr Lovewell hated tardiness and anything that would ruin his organisation.

Ginny pulled her back to Blaise and Draco, who had been in deep conversation with each other, a smile on each of their faces.

Hermione instinctively went to Draco, whose arm went immediately around her waist pulling her body close to his own; he placed a chaste kiss on her lips that brought goose bumps to her skin.

“Hermione and I, are going to powder our noses.” She said winking at Blaise.

“Hurry back” Blaise teased, bringing a flush to Ginny’s cheeks once more.

Ginny turned on her heel, pulling Hermione from Draco’s embrace.

The boys watched as the two girls walked to the grand open doors and leaving the ball. They immediately turned to one another.

“I bet you a galleon there going to talk about us.” Blaise said with mirth.

******

Hermione and Ginny quickly ducked into an alcove that was covered with a think tapestry.

“So what do we do know?” Ginny asked, she wasn’t aware of a plan and she was seriously hoping that Hermione had one up her sleep.

“Hold on to me.” Hermione said, Ginny looked at her friend sceptically but did as she was told.

Hermione quickly removed her wand that had been held in a hoister that was on her thigh.

“Hold tight.” She said, she flicked her wand apparating the two.

******

The girls quickly arrived behind the large crimson curtain that covered the stage; there sudden appearance had startled Mr Lovewell who had been expecting Hermione to come through the staff entrance, and not to appear out of thin air.

Mr Lovewell waved his wand and tutted, “Your cutting it a bit fine aren’t you Miss Granger.” He said with a disapproving sigh.

“I’m sorry Mr Lovewell I got caught up, but I’m here now, so I’ll just get into character.” She said

“Yes, that would be a wise choice.” He said handing over the shiny gold barrette.

Ginny glared at Lovewell, she’d never met the man before and she had already taken a dislike to him.

“And you are?” she heard him say, she turned to look at the greying man.

“Excuse me?” she bit back.

“I said who are you? And why are you here?” he said in his monotone voice.

Ginny’s fists clenched together, she didn’t want to cause attention to the stage by having to shout at Larissa’s manager because he was a rude, ignorant man.

“She’s with me!” Hermione called from the corner, Lovewell huffed. Ginny turned to face the corner that Hermione was standing in; she honestly had no idea what she was doing.

“What’s she doing?” Ginny asked Lovewell tentatively. Lovewell looked from Ginny to the corner in which Hermione stood.

“She’s getting into character; it’s a warm up exercise I make her do, to ‘get her in the zone’. Once she is in character, she will clip the barrette in and will change her glamour’s attire to suit the occasion. Once she is ready, it will be time for her to take to the stage.” He said simply, moving away from her.

Ginny stood and watched as her friend breathed in and out in an attempt to calm the nerves she knew would be plaguing her friend. Suddenly Hermione turned and faced her.

“Ready?” Ginny asked uncertainly.

“Almost.” She said with a smile. “Now comes the fun part.”

Ginny didn’t quite understand what Hermione meant, but all was revealed when she clipped the gold barrette into her hair. The glamour overtook immediately transforming Hermione into the leggy Blonde that was Larissa Grey.

“Wow” was all Ginny could say, she had only seen Larissa Grey once, when Hermione had told her, her secret in the ROR. But even now she was in awe, she knew it was Hermione, but she couldn’t quite make the connection.

Hermione giggled to herself once she saw Ginny’s reaction, she quickly transfigured a chair into a full length mirror, to scrutinise her choice of clothing. Hermione was pleasantly surprise by the figure before her. Larissa’s hair was styled to perfection; her blonde hair was style into a 1940s inspired up-do, the soft waves and curls shaping her face. A single curl hung loosely, the soft blonde tone of her hair complementing her choice of dress. Larissa wore a floaty silvery grey asymmetrical dress. The single band hung over her left shoulder, the band covered in sparkling diamonds. The simple bodice was tight fitting to Larissa’s slim build; her waist was accentuated by the material belt and diamond embellishments as the skirt of the dress flowed out gracefully.

Ginny circled Hermione “You look amazing, Hermione.” She said. Hermione laughed, “I’m Larissa, Remember.” Ginny shook her head “No, you’re Hermione, My amazing friend.” She said hugging Hermione tightly. The two girls were startled by the sound of Mr Lovewell voice.

“Places people, Larissa is on stage in two minutes people!” He cried, his deep voice commanding the staffs attention. Hermione and Ginny were still hugging; Ginny had felt how Hermione had tensed up knowing that she would be singing in front of the student body of Hogwarts, as well as the faculty.

“I know you’ll be brilliant, just focus on me, I’ll be there okay.” She whispered in her ear, Hermione nodded.

“If you’re quite finished, Miss Granger, You need to take you’re position on the stage.” Lovewell said.

“I’m coming.” She said parting from Ginny. “Can you cover for me?” she asked quickly, Ginny nodded. “Be quick, Gin. Blaise will be wondering where you are. Please keep an eye on Draco for me.” She said quickly before she exited the backstage area accompanied by Lovewell.

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Ginny had quickly disillusioned herself and left through the teacher’s entrance, she made it out to the hallway before removing the charm and re-entering, she cast a quick scan over the room. She could see Harry and Luna swaying to the music, laughing at each other happily. She found Ron sulking by the punch bowl, having decided not to find a date, Ginny frowned that wouldn’t do, she’d have to find someone for her brother. Her eyes finally rested on the man that had become so important to her, she made her way across to him, his face lighting up when he saw her.

“I was starting to think you had stood me up.” He said giving her his best puppy dog impression. Ginny laughed.

“As if I would ever do something like that to you.” She said with a soft smile as he kissed her cheek.

Draco was looking frantic around the ballroom “Red, Where is my lioness?” he asked sternly.

Ginny panicked slightly, what could she tell him? “She’s dealing with a second year Hufflepuff. The girl was crying, something about her date.” She said quickly. Draco rolled his eyes. “Bloody, Hufflepuffs.” He said.

Ginny gave a sigh of relief, he seemed to have bought her lie, it was then that Dumbledore walked onto the stage ceasing the music, a loud groan could be heard from the students. Dumbledore raised his hands, his mere presence commanding attention. With a quick wave of his hands his voice was magnified.

“Ladies and Gentleman, Girls and Boys. I would like to once again thank you all for attending tonight, you all look simply divine. A few weeks ago it was revealed to me that a certain, famous witch had agreed to perform especially at this year’s Yule Ball. It is my pleasure to announce that Larissa Grey is indeed at Hogwarts.” Several shrieks of excitement could be heard. Dumbledore continued “This is her first public performance, and we are especially lucky as we are getting an exclusive performance of her new song. So without further ado here is Miss Larissa Grey.” The elderly wizard stepped from the stage as the lights on the dance floor flickered out, plunging the room into darkness. The lights that surrounded the grand stage lit focusing on the large crimson curtains that were beginning to part, revealing Larissa Grey.

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Hermione had been whisked away onto the stage, she noted rather interestingly that all the instruments she played were being played by another witch or wizard, with the exception of the piano. She was giddy knowing that Lovewell has also enlisted a wizard to sing alongside her in one of the songs.

A stool was placed in the centre of the stage, which Lovewell had urged her to sit in, she could hear Dumbledore giving his speech introducing her. She tried her deep breathing to stop the anxiousness rising in her stomach, but she couldn’t shift the feeling that something was going to go wrong.

All of a sudden all the stage hands were on the stage picking up their instruments, each of them uttering ‘Sonorus’. The lights plunged off before the spotlights appeared and she knew that there was no going back.

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She had the timing and order of the performances memorised, she could do this, she kept telling herself. The curtains finally opened revealing the sea of mesmerised students, the blue of Ginny’s eyes could be seen glinting, and it gave Hermione courage. She could do this.

“Thank you for having me here today.” She said her voice not as squeaky as it had been earlier in the day. “The song I am about to sing was the first song I ever wrote and released, I wrote it for a dear friend of mine. I hope you enjoy.”

The sounds of the guitars cords eased Hermione slightly, if she could just get lost in the music, it would be that hard to do. And then it was her cue and she sang with all her heart, for Ginny, she sang the song for Ginny.

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Ginny could see how nervous Hermione was, not that anyone else would know what to look for, hell they didn’t even know it was Hermione. Ginny had smiled brightly when Hermione had said that the song was dedicated to a dear friend she knew she was talking to her. And then the music had started and Ginny had seen Hermione slowly start to relax as the tenderness of the lyrics and music washed over her body, comforting her.

Ginny could watch Hermione sing for ages, because she wasn’t seeing Larissa on the stage, she was seeing Hermione. Her friend and sister. Ginny smiled through the song, it brought goose bumps to her skin each word sung so beautifully, the harmony and melody between Hermione and her accompaniment had her floating in an air of blissfulness, despite not being with Harry anymore it didn’t take away how significant the song was for her. Ginny didn’t regret anything with Harry; he was still a big part of her life.

Blaise was pulling her closer, his hand placed on the small of her back. She could see out of the corner of her eye that every now and then he would just look at her, as if he were trying to memorise every detail of her face, she liked it, it made her feel special.

The song was coming to a close when all of a sudden Hermione changed one of the words, Ginny looked around at her peers to find that no one had even acknowledged the impromptu change of lyrics, but for Ginny it was significant. The changed lyrics were especially for her, they were a direct reference to her change, it was a reference to her and Blaise. The original lyrics had been green eyes, but Hermione had changed it to brown, Blaise had brown eyes. Ginny was elated by this and snuggled closer to Blaise, her red flowing locks splayed out on his suit as she rested her head on his chest.

******

Draco was restless, he wanted Hermione in his arms, twirling her and swaying her along to the delicate voice of Larissa Grey.

Larissa was beautiful, stunning, and usually Draco’s attention would have been on the slim witch on the stage, planning his moves to seduce her. How times had changed, now all he wanted was the woman of his dreams against him. To feel her very presence was soothing, and he was ridiculously restless without her, when had it become like this?

Draco gave a quick glance at his best friend and his soul mate, Red. He was happy for them, and at this very moment very jealous of their proximity. Why was Hermione the caring soul she was? Why had she taken pity of the damn Hufflepuff girl, when she should be with him? Draco knew why, if Hermione hadn’t have done that, she wouldn’t have been the witch he had fallen in love with.

Draco was frantically searching around the room, in hopes of spotting Hermione; he just wanted to see her that was all. He hadn’t realised that the music had fallen way into the background in his search until Larissa’s timid voice was addressing the room.

“Thank you everyone, my final song is my newly written one, which I hope you like. I wrote it at a time of loneliness and sadness. Thought I am quite happy to say that I am no longer lonely and sad. Enjoy”

Draco watched as Larissa moved over towards the regal looking piano, a sudden sense of déjà vu came over him, a feeling like he had been here before, but he shook it off.

The tinkling of the piano’s ivory keys began the melody that met Larissa’s sombre tones creating a perfect harmony as they grew louder throughout the progression of the song.

His body was suddenly awash with Goosebumps, the song was all too familiar, the sincerity and ache that underlay each of the words ripping his heart.

That song, that feeling, the raw emotions. He had heard it before, seen the emotions that coincided with them he knew it, had seen it first-hand. Hermione.

Hermione, that day with the Weasel he had seen her pour her heart out over the piano as she expressed every ounce of her being into the song. The song that had affected him so deeply, the vulnerability she portrayed. He looked up at Larissa as she sung; he looked at her through scrunched eyes, in an attempted to focus on her more, could it be? I couldn’t actually be? He swear he saw the faintest of hint of golden brown hair. He looked again, no it was definitely there, Larissa’s blonde hair had turned a golden brown, much like Hermione’s. In fact the style had changed as well, this wasn’t right.

Draco looked over at Blaise and Ginny to see if they had noticed the change as well; he wasn’t going mad, was he?

His quick glance found Ginny staring at him, in panic.

“I’ll be back in a minute, Blaise.” She said softly placing a delicate kiss on his cheek, Blaise smiled at the gesture.

Ginny marched over to Draco pulling his arm in the direction away from Blaise. “What’s going on, Red.”

Ginny looked around the room quickly as she cast a silencing spell around them.

“I said what’s going on? Where is Hermione?” Draco asked again.

“You see something, don’t you?” Ginny asked completely disregarding Draco’s questions.

“You see it too?” Draco asked. Ginny shook her head.

“What do you see?” Ginny asked.

Draco looked back at Larissa, her characteristics changing every second, as the witch appeared to look more like Hermione in every passing moment. “I don’t know, I was thinking, I recognised the song, I saw Hermione singing once, she was singing that song!” he said. Ginny nodded her head.

“Yes she was. So my question to you again, is what do you see?” she asked again earnestly.

Draco looked back at the stage, his eyes falling over his witch, Hermione. There was no Larissa just his beautiful Lioness, singing so beautifully.

“I see, Hermione.” He said. Ginny looked grave for a moment. “Why do I see Hermione, is she…?” Draco didn’t get to finish his sentence.

“Draco, Hermione is Larissa Grey, you see Hermione because you know that now. You can see through the glamour just like I can.”

Draco thought about it a moment, was it plausible? Why hadn’t he made the connection the first time he’d hear Hermione sing? There was something familiar, that he couldn’t put his finger on and now her knew why.

The two teens were too deep in discussion to notice that the performance had ended and people had resumed dancing. Blaise stood watching the conversation between the two, when Hermione appeared.

“Where have you been? Draco’s been as agitated as I don’t know what without you.” Hermione smiled, she understood the feeling, she just wanted to embrace him, to feel the calmness wash over her.

“Where is he?” she asked, Blaise pointed in the direction of a dark corner, she could faintly make out the silhouette of two people. Her heart skipped a beat.

“Don’t panic, Mione. It’s Ginny.” Blaise said with a smile, he’d seen the look of concern appear on her face, Hermione felt a wave of relief.

Hermione started in the direction of Draco and Ginny; Ginny had seen her approaching and quickly taken down the silencing spell. She’d left Draco standing in the corner and approached her friend.

“I think you two need to talk.”

******

Draco and Hermione had quickly made there excuses and had left the yule ball, they knew that the festivities would be running way passed dawn and right now there was a need that the two of them talked.

They had walked hand in hand in silence back to their dorm and Hermione had become more and more anxious with every step, Draco looked troubled, she could feel his anxiety and he was yet to say a word to her which only added to the tension.

******

When they reached the common room Hermione sat down on her favourite cream chase, and stared expectantly at Draco, she had assumed that he had planned an entire conversation in his head. She’d expected him to just come out with it, to tell her what was wrong. But he didn’t instead he followed her over to the chaise as kneeled at her feet; he took both her hands in his and looked deep into her eyes.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked his voice soft.

“Tell you what?” Hermione asked she wasn’t following what he was on about, what hadn’t she told him?

“Come on princess, you can trust me, you can tell me anything.” He said. “I know I can.” She replied, she did now that she could trust him. The look of disappointment went straight to her heart.

“Hermione, I will always be here for you. No matter what. But why can’t you just tell me, I know what I saw.” He sounded sad, confused even.

“Draco, will you please tell me what’s going on, you’re scaring me. I don’t understand what you’re talking about.” She said stroking his cheek, he leaned into her touch.

He stood up from his kneeling; he picked her up in his arms and carried her off in the direction of his room. “Please, I need to know what’s going on.” He said. He placed her softly onto his green satin sheets.

“Please explain it to me, Draco.” Her anxiety was rising, making her feel nauseous. Draco turned his back on her, running his fingers through his soft hair. “I know who you are, Princess.” He said, Hermione’s eyes widened her breath caught in her throat. “That day in the ROR when you sung, it triggered such a reaction in me, to see you so vulnerable, your heartache made my own heartache. And then today, that song you sung weeks ago, was sung by Larissa Grey tonight.”

Hermione’s hear skipped a beat in panic. “I…I” she tried to get her words out but she couldn’t, blind panic taking over, she didn’t want him to be mad at her, she didn’t want him to leave her, not when she had just found the missing piece of her. She could feel a panic attack coming on.

“Hey, hey, sshhh Baby, calm down.” Draco whispered in her ear “It’s okay, everything is going to be okay.” He said his hands on either side of her cheeks as he placed a delicate kiss on her lips. “I didn’t mean to scare you, I just needed to hear it from you, to hear you confirm what I’m thinking.”

Hermione breathed deeply. “It’s me… I’m….L…Larissa” she managed out.

Draco nodded “Thank you.” He said placing another kiss on her lips; he pulled her in to his chest, her head resting just over his heart, the sound of it beating soothing and calming Hermione. They remained that way for several minutes, just enjoying the proximity.

“How?” she asked when she’s finally calmed down, her voice was muffled by Draco’s chest. She pulled back to look at him.

Draco smiled “I recognised the song, and then the strangest thing happened. It was like the glamour you had on was wearing off, and Larissa suddenly changed into you. Ginny noticed too, but she already knew didn’t she? He asked, Hermione nodded.

“What I don’t understand is how did I not make the connection when I first saw you sing?” he asked. Hermione smiled she could answer that question.

“Up until tonight every time you have heard Larissa sing, you heard Larissa, because that was what you expected. When you accidentally stumbled on me singing in the ROR you saw me singing, you saw me, therefore you heard me singing, no one else, because that was what you expected.”

“And tonight?” Draco asked following Hermione’s explanation.

“Tonight you recognised the song, you recognised how I sung it and began making comparisons between Larissa and Myself, because you remembered me singing the song, you expected me to be singing it, and you broke through the glamour, to see me. If Larissa had been real it wouldn’t have happened, but it did because you wanted to see me.” Hermione smiled wistfully.

“I did want to see you, when you left, I felt Incomplete and restless, like something was missing and I didn’t like it. Then when the song started, I could remember you so vividly and I just needed you. I suppose it makes sense.” He smiled.

“So you’re not mad with me?” she asked incredulously, Draco laughed.

“Of course not, Princess, How could I be mad? I know there will come times in our future where we won’t always agree on things. But no matter how different our views are on things, I will never be mad at you. I simply wish you could have told me, but I know why you couldn’t”

Hermione smiled “What did I ever do to deserve you?” she asked kissing him softly, he deepened the kiss, his tongue glided over her bottom lip seeking entry into her mouth to taste her. She let him kiss away the rejection she had feared and replaced the feeling with happiness and completeness she felt with him. He pulled away from her mouth, placing soft kisses up her jaw and neck. Paying attention to the soft sensitive flesh, Hermione secreted a soft moan at the contact, as he made his way up to her ear. His hot breath was tantalizing.

“The question my little Lioness, is how did I deserve you? Fate has never been a fair maiden in my life and yet with you in my arms I feel that everything was worthwhile.”

Hermione threw her hands around Draco’s neck pulling him onto the bed with her, their lips never once breaking their connection. She could feel his body weight pressing down on her, the proximity adding to the arousal she felt. She knew that her dress was becoming bunched up around her waist as they inched backwards toward the pillows. Draco’s knee was placed between her legs causing friction against the lace of her knickers, the movement stimulating the desire in her core.

Draco’s hands were everywhere he couldn’t get enough of her, he needed to touch her, to map out her body, to memorise every curve and crevice of her body. He wanted to know every touch that made her whimper, every caress that elicited a moan all adding up to the moment when he could make her his. She was his, no one else’s. His perfect witch.

Hermione’s hands had made quick work of removing the jacket to Draco’s tuxedo, her hands started at his shoulders moving down his arms as she guided his arms free of it. She could feel his arousal pressed against her thigh, she knew she wasn’t ready for anything that intimate yet, but she could do something similar to the previous night, she knew she wanted to.

Suddenly she was pulled from her lying on the bed, standing in front of Draco as he circled her; there was something rather predatory about him, the look in his eye confirming his intentions. He kissed he exposed back, starting at the exposed nape of her neck.

“So beautiful.” He whispered.

His hands worked the zip fastening at the side and Hermione made no attempt to stop him, she could feel the silk being pulled from her skin and over her raised arms, exposing her in nothing but the sexy underwear Ginny had replaced all her undergarments with.

Draco growled at the view, Hermione wore a strapless black lace bra with matching thong; however what got him was the suspenders and stockings she wore. The darkness of the material against her skin and her current make up had Hermione looking like a professional seductress.

Draco’s cock twitched in anticipation, he knew he couldn’t claim her now, but he would, when she was ready to let him. But know he was just happy to look at the wonder that was Hermione Granger.

Hermione was unbuttoning his shirt exposing his chiselled body and strong arms; she placed the softest of kisses on his pecks, her breath tickling. Draco shook his hands free from his shirt; he didn’t want to be contained in his clothes anymore. Hermione watched on in awe as Draco undid his trousers revealing a pair of black silk boxers, his hard member more prominent because of the tight material. Hermione’s eyes rested on the bulge as she blushed prettily “Did I do that?” she asked. Draco laughed looking down at himself “There is a lot to be said about a woman who doesn’t know the affect she has on a man. You my beloved are insatiable, so desirable and alluring and yet you know not of what you do.”

He kissed her softly before standing back, Hermione looked at Draco in his glory, she could see the scattering of fair hair that started at his navel and went south into the silk boxers.

“I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to, Hermione. We’ll go at your speed, do what you want to do.” Hermione looked into Draco’s eyes they were so full of love and joy. “I’m not ready for that, yet.” She whispered, almost afraid to say the words.

“Only when you’re ready.” He said kissing her, her hands trailed down his chest, her nails causing tiny scratches to mar his skin slightly, the sensation made Draco hiss in pleasure.

“Tell me what you want, Hermione. Let me make you happy.”

Hermione smiled and leaned forward to whisper in his ear. “I want to touch you, can I?” she asked innocently, Draco nodded. Her hands roamed his body in exploration, she suddenly felt the courage to do something she wouldn’t have ever considered, but in this moment it was too delicious not to. Her hand continued to travel south brushing against his toned body until she could feel the silk of his boxers under her prying finger tips.

Her hand brushed against his hard member, as Draco’s body tensed from the unexpected but welcome contact. She moved her hand over his hardness until Draco found it too unbearable, her gentle ministrations were eating away at him and groaned. Suddenly Hermione was pushing him towards the bed he landed on the softness of his bed. He moved backwards until his back rested against his headboard. He watched tentatively as she climbed on to him, her thighs either side of him, until her core got the friction it desired.

Draco moaned into her passionate kiss, his hands reaching to her hips to grind her hot core against him. “Merlin, Draco.” She gasped out. He kissed her neck, sucking and biting on her flesh as she moved against his length; her movements became more erratic as they continued their exploration of each other, becoming more acquainted with the others body.

Hermione’s patience finally snapped, gone were the careful ministration and caresses, she was fuelled by the desire to seek her release and bring Draco his own. She could feel his hardness pressed against her, she could feel her own wetness her arousal peaking at the contact as she thrust against him. She felt the familiar sense of tightening in her loins each time winding tighter and tighter until finally it snapped and she was biting. She was biting into Draco’s shoulder to stifle the cry of her orgasm. Her bite had brought Draco into his own climatic bliss, his vision blurred by the intensity. His breathing was erratic and drawn out as he attempted to calm himself, but to no avail.

Draco looked up at the witch who was kissing his bite mark, softly. He could have sworn it sounded as if she were purring. He moved a loose curl from her face.

“I’m sorry I bit you.” came the meek voice.

Draco laughed “Angel, you can bite me anytime, if that’s the result it gets.” He said triggering a blush from Hermione.

“Will you stay with me tonight?” he asked hope lacing his tone.

“I’d love to.” She said with a contented sigh.

They each flicked their wand cleaning and dressing themselves before they settled down curled up together, falling into a sated, contented sleep.

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A/N : So… Draco now knows Hermione’s secret, what did you think guys? What about Ginny and Blaise aren’t they so bloody cute!

Here is your dose of pictures:

Larissa’s Dress: http://pinterest.com/pin/250935010457448377/

Larissa’s Hair: http://pinterest.com/pin/250935010457535083/

Dracoschick007: I like to keep the twists, I’m glad you’re enjoying it.

Hypergurl221: I’m glad you love it makes me really happy, knowing you enjoy it.

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