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Squirm	By : Alcoholic_Rootbeer Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 28992 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Final Chapter. *sniffle*
~A
I close my eyes, listening to the soft hum of the magic beneath my feet as I set on a path through Diagon Alley for the first time in three years. Winter's first snow has taken a liking to the shops, blanketing over the rooftops in a delicate display. The streets are charmed to stay warm, so every step I take is met with heat that tickles up my legs all the way into my bones. I still wrap my cloak tightly around my body to avoid the wind, taking in the twinkling shop lights and children on either side of the street, slinging snowballs and laughing. One is a small child with brown curls - her laugh is infectious, and it reminds me of someone I still love. Someone I haven't seen since that night.
It isn't that I've actively avoided her; Malfoy Manor 'accidentally' was burned down in a 'mysterious' fiendfyre two days after I said my goodbyes, and goodbyes I mean Obliviating the one person who knew me better than anyone. There's been many times I've tossed in my bed, regretting the thought as I traveled, looking for somewhere to shrug off my boots and call home. But home hasn't been found. No matter how often I try to find a place that calls to me, I keep diving into pensieves, staring at her as she sleeps beside me. Hermione Granger is an addiction I've come to know, and I'm the world's most terrifying junkie - not in the way I was. I miss her, is all. She's what keeps me going when I think about all of the terrible things I've done; she's what pushes me to continue to try to fix all of my mistakes.
So why have I come back to the start of it all? My pain? My suffering? Why do I feel this is where I belong? Have I gone completely mental? Still, something within me says to drink my sorrows away in The Leaky Cauldron and pretend, if for a moment, she's near. Not to say I know where she is...because I don't. I've purposefully kept myself busy to keep from snooping around to show up at her doorstep and proclaim my undying love for her. It's selfish, really; she deserves so much more than me.
The Leaky is full tonight - patrons of all shapes, sizes, and ages fill up any available space, save but for a few spots directly at the bar. Smirking, I make my way up to one of the high tops and order a firewhiskey to drown out today's lull of emptiness. Why did I come back here? What purpose could this serve?
"Well, I'll be…" the bartender grumbles, setting a shot glass in front of me full to the brim with amber liquid. "Draco Malfoy, in the flesh."
"Cheers, mate," I reply, kicking back the shot. "Another."
I drown myself in alcohol until my vision blurs, and then I order a room up top to rest my head for the night. The old me - the prideful me - would have snubbed my nose at the simple decor and quaintness, but this new me - the broken me - could hardly care less. I take the key from the innkeeper and pay my tab, ready for a night of depressing self-indulgence with my hand when someone sits down beside me and says, "One more drink for the road?"
Despite my altered state of mind, I still recognize that feminine timbre. My breath catches, and my heart speeds its pace. It's official; I've gone completely mental, because there's no way it could be… but it is. Hermione Granger sit next to me on a high top stool, her eyes cautious and bright as they meet mine. She hasn't aged a day, still as beautiful as she ever was. She's bundled in a burgundy peacoat and woolen mittens as warm as her smile.
She isn't supposed to be here. She isn't supposed to see me, or talk to me, or address me in any way.
It's true, I took her memories from her. I couldn't let her live with that burden. Guilt weighs heavy in my heart for it, but there's no regrets. How could I leave her with the image of being raped and her friend tortured seared into her thoughts for eternity? How could I sleep soundly knowing that she would live that experience again and again? So I gave her new memories; ones of me being a complete git, of me breaking her heart. Of her never wanting to speak to me again. It was the best way - the only way to get her to understand; I'm no good for her.
I don't deserve her.
Not after all I've done.
"Hey there, stranger." Her chocolate eyes soften, and she leans a gloved hand under her chin. "Long time, no see." She hiccups, motioning to the bartender. "Roy, another shot for my friend? Please? And I'll take another vodka cranberry, if you can spare it."
I raise an eyebrow, noticing the slur in her speech and the handedness of her eyes as I blurt out, "Are you wankered?"
Hermione narrows her eyes, taking her index finger and poking the end of my nose. "Three years. No letters. No floo coversations. Not a hello-" hiccup, "-how are you, and the first thing to come out of your mouth is 'are you wankered?' You have some nerve!" Her finger slides off my nose and down to my upper lip, where her eyes travel, too. They stare at my mouth with interest. "And for your information…" another hiccup, "I am."
I'm not sure what comes over me (maybe it's the love I still feel for her), but I gesture to the bartender and say, "Nevermind on those extra drinks, mate. Just let me pay her tab."
"Oh, no y'don't," Hermione presses her finger against both of my lips, shushing me. "Y'don't get to...to come here and…" Her eyes begin to fill with tears. Suddenly, she's a blubbering mess. "I looked everywhere for you, you know...everywhere…" She sniffles into her mitten before swiping at her tears. I throw a handful of galleons onto the counter and decide it's better not to make a scene my first night back.
I stand up and wrap an arm around Hermione's shoulder, guiding her off her stool. "Alright, you've made your point. Shh… come on. Let's go somewhere more private." I lead her up the steps of the Leaky's second floor and to my newly-rented room, turning the key in the door. Hermione leans against the wall beside it, still fighting off tears.
"Come in and lay down," I bark at her, harsher than needed, but I can't find the will to let myself be entirely comforting. If I am, I'll want to fall back into bed with her and take her until the morning light peers in under the curtains. I grab Hermione's wrist and tug her into the room with me, careful to lock the door behind us. As soon as I turn around, I'm thrown up against the door with a thud, and Hermione's hands dig into my cloak, eyes still puffy but full of fierceness.
"Hermione…"
"I know."
It takes everything within my not to send my eyebrows soaring into my hairline. There's no way she can know I Obliviated her memories. No way… "What do you know?" I mutter.
She gives a soft laugh. "I thought maybe I'd gone around the bend, but…" She raises her left arm and tugs down her coat sleeve, revealing something wrapped around it in diamonds, adorned with a golden snitch. The bracelet I gave her. She's still kept it? After all of this time? "I know I can't stop loving you. No matter what was said… no matter what you thought went on between Ron and I…"
Oh yeah...I'd nearly forgotten the reason I put into her head; jealousy. It seemed fitting. More me than anything else I could come up with.
"But then I remembered…" she pauses, searching my face.
My stomach bottoms out, and it takes everything in me not to bolt out the door. "Go on, then," I challenge.
""I remembered you never asked for this back," she laughs, bitter. "And I began to ask myself why. Why would Draco Malfoy, a vindictive twat, not ask back the one expensive item he'd given to me? Why would he be so kind? And then I realized -it's because you love me, too." Her knees wobble, and I reach out, wrapping my arms around her waist just before she falls. I lead the drunken woman to the edge of the bed and sit her down on it. Before I know what's happened, I've been tugged down on top of her as she leans back, and her lips crash onto mine, soft and welcoming. My eyes widen in surprise.
Holy shit. She's kissing me. She's kissing me.
I close my eyes for half a moment, unburdening my heart as I begin to move my mouth against hers, tasting the vodka and unmissable essence of her. But then I realize what I'm doing, hoisting myself off of her and onto my feet in a flash. My heart races a mile a minute. My cheeks are permanently stained with blush. I've never felt so alive and yet so defeated in my entire life…
"Hermione," I begin.
More tears trickle down her cheeks. "Don't stop."
"You're pissed."
"And you're not?" She raises an eyebrow. "If you being drunk is the only way to get you to look at me..."
Her words strike my heart like a chime, and I find myself back on top of her in a flash, straddling her lap and cupping her cheeks to pull her into the most seductive kiss I can manage. My tongue slides along her bottom lip, begging for access, and she eagerly gives it to me. Her mitten is itchy against my cheek as she soothes it with small strokes, but I'm so happy for the contact I don't care. I move my hands down, down, down to the first button of her coat, working through each one with careful precision. With a rough jerk, I slide the offending coat off her arms and onto the floor before peeling off her mittens, never once breaking the kissing frenzy between us. Off comes my cloak, her shirt, my shirt, her shoes, and I bunch up the lengthy skirt around her hips.
Together, we shift just the right amount of clothing, touching each other and caressing in ways I could never before. Not with him inside of me. But it's just me now, and I touch her in all of the ways I've always wanted. It's not long before I'm buried inside of her, moving my hips in time with hers and panting between more smothering kisses. My lips only leave hers to travel to her neck, her cheek, her eyelids, her forehead, bestowing every built up fantasy of kissing her three years in the making. Her arms curl around my neck, digging her fingers into my blond tresses as she moans sweetly in my ear.
"Draco...God, Draco…" Hermione expertly moves her body, angling it just right to take me even deeper inside of her. "Never stop…"
So I don't. I continue to build her up, to give her the sweetest rolls of my hips and angle of my cock inside her quim. Her warmth envelopes me, her voice intoxicates me, and soon I'm lost in the raw ecstasy of making love to the woman I love. This has to be a dream, because there's no way she's really here, clawing her nails down my back or arching her spine to angle her breasts into my face.
But then she tightens around me, clutching my hair and mewling the loveliest of sighs, and I know… she's really here.
"Again," I growl into her ear, rolling her over to sit on top of me and moving her hips with my hands. I pick up the pace and grind her clit into my pelvis, eyes roaming over her parted lips and lust-filled expression as I bring her into another, gentler orgasm. Hermione bites her lower lip and closes her eyes, panting. "Again." And then I sit up, kissing under her jaw to let her take control. Another five blissful minutes later, she comes again, tightening around me in the most exquisite of ways, this time with a high pitched sigh of exuberance. I move her hips, even after her release, unable to hold back the words, "I love you," as I spill myself inside of her. Lips crash against mine.
"I love you, too."
Sweaty, panting, and full of spirit, we rest in the afterglow for a time as my eyes find their way to the bracelet I'd gifted her so long ago.
"How'd you...know I'd be here?" I choke out as she rolls over onto her side and snuggles against me.
"Didn't," she yawns, kissing my shoulder. "Coincidence."
"Weasley?"
"Just a friend. Has been for a long time…"
I find myself rolling over to stare at her, pulling her tight against me, intertwining limbs and emotions. So many blasted questions and comments race through my mind, it's a bit of a headache to focus on any particular one. "I never stopped loving you," I admit to her.
"I know. You had things to take care of." Her speech is far less slurred; being shagged must have sobered her up. I know it's done the same to me, which only makes me nervous.
"Things…?" I ask.
Hermione begins stroking my cheek with her warm fingers, smiling gently. "I figured out where all of that unaccounted money was going from your business - before you turned it over to Zabini so you could travel." My eyebrows crinkle in confusion, and she must be able to read my expression pretty well, because she continues, "The pink form? The one I made you fill out before I agreed to go on our first date?"
It then dawns on me. "Oh." My heart races some more. "You… you know where the extra money went?"
"To his victims' families. You'd been trying to fight him for so long..."
Our eyes catch, and there's a moment of pure understanding.
"You remember."
"Almost everything," she admits. "Though there are pieces… small bits of time that, I think, I've chosen to forget."
Immediately, I sit up, fumbling to pull up my pants and retreat - I can't look at her if she knows…
Hermione's arms wrap around my torso, and her head rests on my shoulder, holding me in place from behind. "Don't you dare leave again." There's a quiver in her tone, but she keeps it strong. "If you leave, I'll crumble apart."
I lick my dry lips, filled with panic and dread. That is, until her lips press against my cheek, melting my heart. "Hermione…"
"You promised me," she continues, "in another life, remember. Why not make it this one?" Her hand slides down my leg and finds my own, lacing our fingers together before bringing our hands up against my chest, directly above my heart. "I'm not taking no for an answer, Draco Malfoy."
"I don't deserve-"
"-Maybe the old you didn't. But the you that's here before me… the one that's been inside of you all along; he deserves this. I deserve this."
"I'm broken," I whisper to her, turning my face to meet her gaze.
Hermione Granger smiles. "We are all, Draco. But I'm willing to bet there's enough shards between us to put a heart back together - one we can share."
For the first time in three years, I smile. It hurts, but I smile. "Stubborn little witch…" My insult his half hearted as I lay is both back into bed, drawing the covers around us. There, I kiss her forehead and hold her to me. "There's just no getting rid of you, is there?"
"Afraid not," she teases.
"...Another life, then."
"A better one. Beginning now."
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