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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
2,296
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Come Back To Bed
"Come Back To Bed" by John Mayer.
Another song fic... done better?
This is actually the second version..
because the first really good version wouldn't load
because something happened with my computer/AFF.
Who knows. =)
* * * * *
The room was so still without her in it, because even when she was gone he could read the story of how she was, how she is, and she would be in the knicknacks and photographs that littered the furniture and walls.
But right now she wasn't in the room. She had nearly cried herself to sleep when he wasn't in that bed, leaving the stains on the sheets, and now he heard her footsteps down the hall, almost silent, but he knew she was there.
Tell me what I did.
I can't find where the moment went wrong at all.
Of course, after all that they had been through, sometimes, when they were wrapped up in the scent of each other's skin and heat, they would talk, and sometimes he would say the wrong thing. And more often then not, it would strike her in the wrong spot.
You can be mad in the morning. I'll take back what I said.
Just don't leave me alone here, it's cold baby.
Come back to bed... come back to bed.
Come back to bed... come back to bed.
As hard as he tried he knew that even when he apologized, it never fixed anything. At least, not as fast as he would have hoped. Others wouldn't understand why she held those little grudges the way she did. But he understood, that was all that mattered.
What will this fix? You know you're not a quick forgive.
And I won't sleep through this. I survive on the breath you are finished with.
Because even when he apologized until she conceded, he wouldn't stop, until she understood he meant it, and made her writhe, and shudder, and whimper beneath to a climax, to make her forget her troubles with a pleasure he knew only he could give her.
You can be mad in the morning. I'll take back what I said.
Just don't leave me alone here, it's cold baby.
Come back to bed... come back to bed.
Come back to bed... come back to bed.
He hated to see her like this. He hated to see her cry.
He always did whatever he could to make it stop.
You can be mad in the morning, or the afternoon instead.
But don't leave me, 98 and 6 degrees of separation from you baby.
Come back to bed... come back to bed.
Come back to bed... come back to bed.
And everytime they fought, and everytime she left that bed,
Draco Malfoy would follow her and Hermione Granger would try to resist.
But he would open his arms to her, let her fold herself into them.
And he would wipe those tears from her cheeks, and take her back to bed.
Fin
Another song fic... done better?
This is actually the second version..
because the first really good version wouldn't load
because something happened with my computer/AFF.
Who knows. =)
The room was so still without her in it, because even when she was gone he could read the story of how she was, how she is, and she would be in the knicknacks and photographs that littered the furniture and walls.
But right now she wasn't in the room. She had nearly cried herself to sleep when he wasn't in that bed, leaving the stains on the sheets, and now he heard her footsteps down the hall, almost silent, but he knew she was there.
Tell me what I did.
I can't find where the moment went wrong at all.
Of course, after all that they had been through, sometimes, when they were wrapped up in the scent of each other's skin and heat, they would talk, and sometimes he would say the wrong thing. And more often then not, it would strike her in the wrong spot.
You can be mad in the morning. I'll take back what I said.
Just don't leave me alone here, it's cold baby.
Come back to bed... come back to bed.
Come back to bed... come back to bed.
As hard as he tried he knew that even when he apologized, it never fixed anything. At least, not as fast as he would have hoped. Others wouldn't understand why she held those little grudges the way she did. But he understood, that was all that mattered.
What will this fix? You know you're not a quick forgive.
And I won't sleep through this. I survive on the breath you are finished with.
Because even when he apologized until she conceded, he wouldn't stop, until she understood he meant it, and made her writhe, and shudder, and whimper beneath to a climax, to make her forget her troubles with a pleasure he knew only he could give her.
You can be mad in the morning. I'll take back what I said.
Just don't leave me alone here, it's cold baby.
Come back to bed... come back to bed.
Come back to bed... come back to bed.
He hated to see her like this. He hated to see her cry.
He always did whatever he could to make it stop.
You can be mad in the morning, or the afternoon instead.
But don't leave me, 98 and 6 degrees of separation from you baby.
Come back to bed... come back to bed.
Come back to bed... come back to bed.
And everytime they fought, and everytime she left that bed,
Draco Malfoy would follow her and Hermione Granger would try to resist.
But he would open his arms to her, let her fold herself into them.
And he would wipe those tears from her cheeks, and take her back to bed.
Fin