Confidence
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
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1,650
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7
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All together now
Chapter 3
-*Forgive me if I stutter
From all of the clutter in my head
Cuz I could fall asleep in those eyes
Like a water bed
Do I seem familiar, i've crossed you in hallways
a thousand times, no more camouflage
I want to be exposed, and not be afraid to fall.
I'm gonna muster every ounce of confidence I have
And cannon ball into the water
I'm gonna muster every ounce of confidence I have
For you I will
You always want what you can't have
But I've got to try
I'm gonna muster every ounce of confidence I have
For you I will
For you I will
For you I will
For you*-
Hermione sighed and looked up from her parchment. “Malfoy, do you think you could bring yourself to stop chasing that snitch around the room? I know it’s close to the Holiday, but honestly. You remind me of…” Her voice caught in her throat and her eyes got misty.
She never spoke of Harry or the war with Draco, even though she knew that it had been his information passing that the Light had won.
“Do you notice that every time you think of Potter, you revert to calling me Malfoy?” he asked seriously, pulling out the chair across from her, plopping into it elegantly.
She slammed her pen down on the table so hard that the ink inside sprayed all over her face and chest. “His name was Harry,” she snapped at him.
“And mine is Draco,” was his steady reply.
“You bleeding bloody wanker you have no idea! He was just amazing, he was…Harry was an amazing friend, and amazing person. He was always ready to help, even when his life was hard. You were always so rude, so hateful to him. Don’t you dare profane his memory by speaking his name,” Hermione screamed in his face, leaping from her chair so fast it fell backwards. She tried in vain to wipe the ink from her flushed cheeks, smearing in broad streaks.
She walked to the wall and punched it as hard as she could, dropping her head into her hands. She looked up in shock at Draco’s voice.
“That’s been a while coming then, hasn’t it?” he said calmly, walking toward her with his hand outstretched. “He wouldn’t hate you for being my friend, Mione, he was my friend toward then end.”
“You slimy…You great slimy GIT!” Hermione launched herself at Draco, pounding on his hard chest with a vengeance.
Grabbing both of her hands in one of his, Draco forced her to look at him. “You are beautiful. Every bit the goddess Potter made you out to be.”
With that, he scooped her up against his chest, and kissed her furiously, nipping at her lower lip to show his anger at being her punching bag. He slid his tongue over the bitten area, begging the entrance she quickly granted him. He groaned as she shifted against his obvious erection and kissed her with a renewed passion, tangling his hands in her soft curls.
She dug her nails into her chest, twisting her fingers in the silky fabric of his shirt. Her tongue battled his fiercely, and she whimpered softly into his mouth.
Draco growled at her whimpers and shoved her away from him roughly. “What is it then, Granger? Do you want the past, do you want to stay there, alone? Or do you want me? Now?”
Hermione dropped her heavy lidded gaze and sighed. “You never noticed me before, Draco. It’s like I wasn’t there.”
“I knew you were there,” he said simply. “It just took my father’s death to make me realize that I cared about that fact. But the choice is yours, Hermione. Me or the past?”
Hermione studied her rumpled blouse and skirt, still covered in ink. She thought of Harry, of Ron, of the nameless, faceless people she had killed, of the people she had watched die. She thought of six years of torment. She thought of the kindness that Draco had shown her this year, of the comfortable routines they had fallen into, and looked up.
“I choose…y-you,” she stammered shyly.
“I know,” he smirked confidently, claiming her lips with his own again.
i dunno about this chapter. i think i need a beta, or someone to just like, bounce ideas off of, so that i can keep my thoughts straight. my email address is constantnoise@hotmail.com, if you'd like to help out. that would make it so much easier for me to update faster, and make the story better for you guys!
-*Forgive me if I stutter
From all of the clutter in my head
Cuz I could fall asleep in those eyes
Like a water bed
Do I seem familiar, i've crossed you in hallways
a thousand times, no more camouflage
I want to be exposed, and not be afraid to fall.
I'm gonna muster every ounce of confidence I have
And cannon ball into the water
I'm gonna muster every ounce of confidence I have
For you I will
You always want what you can't have
But I've got to try
I'm gonna muster every ounce of confidence I have
For you I will
For you I will
For you I will
For you*-
Hermione sighed and looked up from her parchment. “Malfoy, do you think you could bring yourself to stop chasing that snitch around the room? I know it’s close to the Holiday, but honestly. You remind me of…” Her voice caught in her throat and her eyes got misty.
She never spoke of Harry or the war with Draco, even though she knew that it had been his information passing that the Light had won.
“Do you notice that every time you think of Potter, you revert to calling me Malfoy?” he asked seriously, pulling out the chair across from her, plopping into it elegantly.
She slammed her pen down on the table so hard that the ink inside sprayed all over her face and chest. “His name was Harry,” she snapped at him.
“And mine is Draco,” was his steady reply.
“You bleeding bloody wanker you have no idea! He was just amazing, he was…Harry was an amazing friend, and amazing person. He was always ready to help, even when his life was hard. You were always so rude, so hateful to him. Don’t you dare profane his memory by speaking his name,” Hermione screamed in his face, leaping from her chair so fast it fell backwards. She tried in vain to wipe the ink from her flushed cheeks, smearing in broad streaks.
She walked to the wall and punched it as hard as she could, dropping her head into her hands. She looked up in shock at Draco’s voice.
“That’s been a while coming then, hasn’t it?” he said calmly, walking toward her with his hand outstretched. “He wouldn’t hate you for being my friend, Mione, he was my friend toward then end.”
“You slimy…You great slimy GIT!” Hermione launched herself at Draco, pounding on his hard chest with a vengeance.
Grabbing both of her hands in one of his, Draco forced her to look at him. “You are beautiful. Every bit the goddess Potter made you out to be.”
With that, he scooped her up against his chest, and kissed her furiously, nipping at her lower lip to show his anger at being her punching bag. He slid his tongue over the bitten area, begging the entrance she quickly granted him. He groaned as she shifted against his obvious erection and kissed her with a renewed passion, tangling his hands in her soft curls.
She dug her nails into her chest, twisting her fingers in the silky fabric of his shirt. Her tongue battled his fiercely, and she whimpered softly into his mouth.
Draco growled at her whimpers and shoved her away from him roughly. “What is it then, Granger? Do you want the past, do you want to stay there, alone? Or do you want me? Now?”
Hermione dropped her heavy lidded gaze and sighed. “You never noticed me before, Draco. It’s like I wasn’t there.”
“I knew you were there,” he said simply. “It just took my father’s death to make me realize that I cared about that fact. But the choice is yours, Hermione. Me or the past?”
Hermione studied her rumpled blouse and skirt, still covered in ink. She thought of Harry, of Ron, of the nameless, faceless people she had killed, of the people she had watched die. She thought of six years of torment. She thought of the kindness that Draco had shown her this year, of the comfortable routines they had fallen into, and looked up.
“I choose…y-you,” she stammered shyly.
“I know,” he smirked confidently, claiming her lips with his own again.
i dunno about this chapter. i think i need a beta, or someone to just like, bounce ideas off of, so that i can keep my thoughts straight. my email address is constantnoise@hotmail.com, if you'd like to help out. that would make it so much easier for me to update faster, and make the story better for you guys!