Drowning in Reality
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
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Adult ++
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8
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3,678
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9
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Stormy Revelation
Again- another short one. Sorry. But I can't bring myself to write a long chapter. DON'T read the end, don't even look at it. It ruins it.
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Still utterly confused, Hermione leapt off the counter and walked to her room. She’d practically thrown herself at him and he’d walked away; that had not been what she was expecting. ‘I might just jump your bones’ ‘How’s next week for you?’ ‘Mmm’ god how was I so stupid? He hadn’t wanted me, of course he hadn’t, and that’s why he walked away. It was a stupid excuse ‘Oh Hermione- not like this’ oh shove it Malfoy. Huffing, she paced back and forth around the room. Green fire roared out of her fireplace and for the second time in a twenty-four hour period Ginny Potter walked into her room.
“Remember what I said about feeling your feet in my head? You’re pacing.”
“Oh, Gin, I was so stupid. I did something really bloody stupid.” Ginny held out her hands and Hermione ran into her arms. “He doesn’t want me.”
“Who? Draco?” When Hermione only cried harder Ginny fought a chuckle. “Draco’s heart practically beats for you Hermione. I think ‘want’ is too weak a word for what Draco feels-”
“Gin- he practically ran out of the room!”
“Wait…what?”
“We were in the bloody kitchen and I lick my lips whatever, and then we’re going at it like cats on the kitchen island, then he left. He said he didn’t want to do it-”
“Rewind. You were on the kitchen island?” Hermione glared at her and Ginny blushed, it reminded her of something she and Harry would do. “Sorry. Did he say he didn’t want to do it, or did he say something else?”
“He said he didn’t want it to be like that.”
“Hermione Jane Granger! You are so silly. He wanted your first time together to be special, he didn’t want you to ravage each other, instead he wanted to enjoy you, to take his time.”
“Are you-”
“Sure? Yes. I know enough about men due to my husband to make that kind of assumption. Actually just about any woman could, which is why I’m surprised you didn’t. Hermione give him the credit he deserves, you’re a beautiful woman, he’s interested.”
“How come I’m so foolish, sometimes, Gin? I used be level headed, now here you are giving me a pep talk. I’m still not so sure-”
“Don’t. Stop it, now you’re just trying to be annoying. Stop degrading yourself.”
“Ginny, how are you so sure? How are you so sure that he wants me, how are you so sure he even cares?”
“I’m not going to even humour you with this anymore; you know the answers to all your questions just as well as I do. I’ll see you soon, Harry wants to have some people over on Sunday.”
“Who’s coming? Wait let me guess. Fred, George, Bill, Remus, Tonks, Arthur, Molly, Ron, and Draco?”
“See you.” Hermione retreated to her reclining chair next to the window, after a moment the door opened and Draco walked in. He looked confused, confused and a little bit angry.
“Hi-”
“Granger you told Ginny you thought I didn’t want you. Why?”
“You left! You left me all flustered and hot. I was on the kitchen counter.”
“I know, I put you there. But Granger that’s not the point. I didn’t want to take you on the counter; I wanted it to be special.” Kneeling before her, he took her hands in his own and kissed lightly across her knuckles. “I want to talk to you.”
“Just talk?” Hermione stood up, dragging him by the hands up too. She gently pushed him into the chair and sat her slight frame on his lap. Wriggling a bit, she moaned and he hissed as he felt his manhood stand to attention.
“Yes. I’m sorry, just talk. There are things I’d like to tell you, things you’ve never heard.”
“You don’t owe me any explanations for your life, Malfoy.”
“I want to give them to you, Hermione. I want to share this part of me, this part of me that hurts, with you.” He wrapped his arms around her slender waist, pulled her into him and began to speak. “I was jealous of you, of the Golden Trio. You had a friendship so fierce I could tell it almost hurt. That kind of love, I never knew when I was a child. I still don’t know it, not really. My mother, she loved me, and my father, in his own sick way, loved the idea of me. He wanted me as a mold of himself, and he was utterly disappointed time and again by what I became. Oh I tried so hard to be what he wanted; I got the Dark Mark imprinted on my arm when I was 16. I joined the ranks along side my father. But I found myself punished for his mistakes, and eventually, for my own. Granger, I have seen things that haunt me, things I have tried desperately to forget. I have felt things that will never leave me. I was subjected, at 14, to the Cruciatus curse.” His voice shook, and he held tighter to her body. “My mum was suffering one of my father’s more cruel moods; he raped her, beat her, and tortured her with the Cruciatus. He made me watch. I was so sickened, I threw up on the floor and I looked into her eyes. She looked defeated, dead almost. So I fought, and thrashed and screamed at him. And I found myself the victim of Lucius Malfoy’s curses. From that day on Lucius used me as the dummy for his inventions. He was infamous for creating blood curdling, toe curling, curses. When I was 16 I was given a task, a task to kill Dumbledore. It was a sick jest, really, meant to punish my father for his part in the failing of the battle in the Department of Mysteries. I did not succeed and so Snape came to my rescue and to Dumbledore’s, in the grander scheme of things. I was there when Snape as killed. The Dark Lord had found of his allegiances, I don’t know how. It was the worst I have ever seen. In time, I knew they would come after me; it was past the time when my loyalties had changed, I’m afraid the Dark Lord had realized that. So I fled, eventually Harry found me, midst in the middle of a row I was painfully losing, with a pair of hungry giants, the Dark Lord had sent them on my tail. Harry saved my life, he healed me of the broken bones, which were abundant and informed me that I now owed him a life debt; I agreed, but I would have gone with him even if I hadn’t owed him, I was bruised, broken, and scared for my life. I owe more to Harry than my life Hermione, and I owe you too. You gave me a chance, you all gave me a chance to be something more than the former Death Eater that everyone must keep their eyes out for. I love Harry, and the life he gave me. And ‘Mione, I think- I think I’m in love with you.”
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Still utterly confused, Hermione leapt off the counter and walked to her room. She’d practically thrown herself at him and he’d walked away; that had not been what she was expecting. ‘I might just jump your bones’ ‘How’s next week for you?’ ‘Mmm’ god how was I so stupid? He hadn’t wanted me, of course he hadn’t, and that’s why he walked away. It was a stupid excuse ‘Oh Hermione- not like this’ oh shove it Malfoy. Huffing, she paced back and forth around the room. Green fire roared out of her fireplace and for the second time in a twenty-four hour period Ginny Potter walked into her room.
“Remember what I said about feeling your feet in my head? You’re pacing.”
“Oh, Gin, I was so stupid. I did something really bloody stupid.” Ginny held out her hands and Hermione ran into her arms. “He doesn’t want me.”
“Who? Draco?” When Hermione only cried harder Ginny fought a chuckle. “Draco’s heart practically beats for you Hermione. I think ‘want’ is too weak a word for what Draco feels-”
“Gin- he practically ran out of the room!”
“Wait…what?”
“We were in the bloody kitchen and I lick my lips whatever, and then we’re going at it like cats on the kitchen island, then he left. He said he didn’t want to do it-”
“Rewind. You were on the kitchen island?” Hermione glared at her and Ginny blushed, it reminded her of something she and Harry would do. “Sorry. Did he say he didn’t want to do it, or did he say something else?”
“He said he didn’t want it to be like that.”
“Hermione Jane Granger! You are so silly. He wanted your first time together to be special, he didn’t want you to ravage each other, instead he wanted to enjoy you, to take his time.”
“Are you-”
“Sure? Yes. I know enough about men due to my husband to make that kind of assumption. Actually just about any woman could, which is why I’m surprised you didn’t. Hermione give him the credit he deserves, you’re a beautiful woman, he’s interested.”
“How come I’m so foolish, sometimes, Gin? I used be level headed, now here you are giving me a pep talk. I’m still not so sure-”
“Don’t. Stop it, now you’re just trying to be annoying. Stop degrading yourself.”
“Ginny, how are you so sure? How are you so sure that he wants me, how are you so sure he even cares?”
“I’m not going to even humour you with this anymore; you know the answers to all your questions just as well as I do. I’ll see you soon, Harry wants to have some people over on Sunday.”
“Who’s coming? Wait let me guess. Fred, George, Bill, Remus, Tonks, Arthur, Molly, Ron, and Draco?”
“See you.” Hermione retreated to her reclining chair next to the window, after a moment the door opened and Draco walked in. He looked confused, confused and a little bit angry.
“Hi-”
“Granger you told Ginny you thought I didn’t want you. Why?”
“You left! You left me all flustered and hot. I was on the kitchen counter.”
“I know, I put you there. But Granger that’s not the point. I didn’t want to take you on the counter; I wanted it to be special.” Kneeling before her, he took her hands in his own and kissed lightly across her knuckles. “I want to talk to you.”
“Just talk?” Hermione stood up, dragging him by the hands up too. She gently pushed him into the chair and sat her slight frame on his lap. Wriggling a bit, she moaned and he hissed as he felt his manhood stand to attention.
“Yes. I’m sorry, just talk. There are things I’d like to tell you, things you’ve never heard.”
“You don’t owe me any explanations for your life, Malfoy.”
“I want to give them to you, Hermione. I want to share this part of me, this part of me that hurts, with you.” He wrapped his arms around her slender waist, pulled her into him and began to speak. “I was jealous of you, of the Golden Trio. You had a friendship so fierce I could tell it almost hurt. That kind of love, I never knew when I was a child. I still don’t know it, not really. My mother, she loved me, and my father, in his own sick way, loved the idea of me. He wanted me as a mold of himself, and he was utterly disappointed time and again by what I became. Oh I tried so hard to be what he wanted; I got the Dark Mark imprinted on my arm when I was 16. I joined the ranks along side my father. But I found myself punished for his mistakes, and eventually, for my own. Granger, I have seen things that haunt me, things I have tried desperately to forget. I have felt things that will never leave me. I was subjected, at 14, to the Cruciatus curse.” His voice shook, and he held tighter to her body. “My mum was suffering one of my father’s more cruel moods; he raped her, beat her, and tortured her with the Cruciatus. He made me watch. I was so sickened, I threw up on the floor and I looked into her eyes. She looked defeated, dead almost. So I fought, and thrashed and screamed at him. And I found myself the victim of Lucius Malfoy’s curses. From that day on Lucius used me as the dummy for his inventions. He was infamous for creating blood curdling, toe curling, curses. When I was 16 I was given a task, a task to kill Dumbledore. It was a sick jest, really, meant to punish my father for his part in the failing of the battle in the Department of Mysteries. I did not succeed and so Snape came to my rescue and to Dumbledore’s, in the grander scheme of things. I was there when Snape as killed. The Dark Lord had found of his allegiances, I don’t know how. It was the worst I have ever seen. In time, I knew they would come after me; it was past the time when my loyalties had changed, I’m afraid the Dark Lord had realized that. So I fled, eventually Harry found me, midst in the middle of a row I was painfully losing, with a pair of hungry giants, the Dark Lord had sent them on my tail. Harry saved my life, he healed me of the broken bones, which were abundant and informed me that I now owed him a life debt; I agreed, but I would have gone with him even if I hadn’t owed him, I was bruised, broken, and scared for my life. I owe more to Harry than my life Hermione, and I owe you too. You gave me a chance, you all gave me a chance to be something more than the former Death Eater that everyone must keep their eyes out for. I love Harry, and the life he gave me. And ‘Mione, I think- I think I’m in love with you.”