Champagne Dreams and Caviar Wishes

I wonder if writing this story at work on scrap paper means that I'm getting paid to be an author? hehe
So if you have noticed that I also posted this story under Draco/Hermione or Hermione/Lucius, whomever you are voting to win Hermione's mind body soul *lol* I will be changing the stories to fit their respective lover. For example... if you lust over Lucius... and want him to "win" then read that... or if you drool over Draco... stay put in the Draco/Hermione pairing. Or read both! el fin - Esme
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Draco was trying to get Hermione's attention during class by slipping her a note asking here where she was last night and if they could chat after class. Hermione's response to the note was "please, lets not talk about this right now.. I will explain everything tonight in our common room, love -HG. "Love" Draco read over and over again with a smile on his face. Draco flew her a note behind professor Flitwicks back saying "it's a date then... wear something skimpy. xoxo -DM. The "xoxo" was what Hermione read to the point of obsession making her stomach flutter, not to mention she loved his sense of humor.

After classes, Dinner and Quidditch practice Hermione and Draco finally met up in their common room. Draco had decided it was time to break out the Sangria... the truth serum variety and slipped it into some tea he was going to give to Hermione. He knew she would probably never forgive him for it, but he had to speed things up before they graduated and she would be out of his life forever...also he knew he loved her, but didn't want to sacrifice a friendship over a one sided unrequited love.

Draco made some irresistible smelling Earl Grey tea for them, put 3 drops of Sangria into her tea for sure measure, even though his father said 2 drops would do the trick. He charmed them so they would stay warm for them, he took a seat on the black leather couch and waited... butterflies in his stomach, so anxious for the answers he wanted from Hermione. Hermione made it back to the common room to find Draco waiting for her, her heart sometimes would soar just gazing upon his face or catching his sexy expensive scent, this time her heart broke and soared at the same time just catching the glimpse of his shinning platinum hair over the edge of the couch. God how she loved him... but it was not meant to be... he could never want her for so many reasons.

"What's that glorious smell?" Draco's cupid's bow broadened, indeed she would drink this for him. "Earl Grey... I made us some... its my favorite, have a seat" Hermione was nervous about this confrontation... she loved him and wanted to tell him the truth.. but she couldn't... she wanted to lie to save him... to save herself and Lucius as well... she had every intention of sticking with her horrible lies like Lady Macbeth, but love or fate stepped in.

Hermione took a seat close to Draco on the couch and clutched her tea, taking a modest sip and enjoying the aroma she noticed Draco staring at her intently. "Don't mind me... do you like the tea?". "Oh its wonderful thank you." She took another long swallow just to buy some time so she wouldn't have to lie. Draco thought he would warm her up first "So I'm glad I've got you all to myself, what happened last night?". Hermione's eyes darted around the room ready to go into the act she put on for Snape, but felt hot waves of lust, love, and shame wave over her at once and she almost gasped from all the intensity of it. She steadied herself and took another sip of tea. "I was with your father". Draco did not expect that answer... but not suspecting of foul play he pushed on, "My father?, he didn't give a detention that lasted all night did he? you should tell Dumbledore... Hermione he didn't hurt you did he?" a slight touch of panic flowed through his deep voice.

"No Draco... he did not hurt me in any way, and I wasn't serving detention.. and we weren't working on a class project either" tears began to well in her eyes and she couldn't believe the words that were gushing out of her mouth. "Hermione... then what were you doing there?" Draco started to panic... he didn't expect this, he knew his fathers reputation with women and there were few that resisted his charm, money and looks.. but this was HIS Hermione. "than what did you do with my father last night?" he said with sheer panic in his voice. "Draco I"m so sorry... I love you so much... please forgive me... I can't live without you!" Draco felt his stomach do cartwheels with the realization that Hermione loved him... but his heart was destroyed with the realization that Hermione had given herself to his father... he felt the vomit coming up his throat but surpressed it. He simply stared at her, not realizing he had his hands firmly grasping her shoulders. "tell me what happened!". Tears were pouring down her cheeks, "Draco... I... I've been with him... he made me take a potion... I've known him with my... my mouth... I'm still a virgin... thats what the potion was about". "Did he force you?! tell me now! Did he force himself on you!!" Draco was shaking her shoulders now, frantic that his world was crumbling before him.

"Draco your hurting me...NO! He didnt force me... I went to him on my own free will" Draco released his hold on her, picked up his tea cup and wailed it at the fireplace...he then got up from the couch to stand at the fire place with his hands in his hair.
Hermione flinched, now scared for her life... Draco's deadly temper was well known. "Please Draco... don't hate me...
I've been meeting him since the start of the semester, he told me the potion made it so that only he could take my virginity... I guess its like a magical chastity belt... I wanted to give myself to you! Draco I love you... but I know you don't love me... because your a pureblood...and your beautiful... and your not even straight anymore... I'm so confused... I thought I had a chance with you but then you told me about wearing women's clothes... and I realized I couldn't of ever had you anyways... I went to Lucius, because he looked so much like you... so experienced...I thought I would at least try to forget wanting to touch you, or make love to you".

Draco stared dangerously into the raging fire in the grate. "Hermione... why would you do this to yourself? to me?" Hermione just slumped onto the couch with her head in her hands. "because I love you! and I always will! I can't get you out of my head... I can't stop thinking about you...I can't eat, sleep or study properly... I was heart broken when I knew I couldn't have you".

"Oh Hermione... what you dont know is... I am not gay... I dont really know what's wrong with me.. I knows it's not normal... or maybe it is? Look the point is... I've wanted you for as long as I can remember... and now you've gone and done this... my father is dangerous Hermione!... I don't know what to do from here". Hermione sobbed harder at his words, knowing how far she has destroyed her chances with Draco... "I can't tell you how much I wish I could take it back! I"m sorry".

Draco looked at her for the first time since she confessed, "I'm sorry too" and with that he left the common room quietly and locked himself into his room.

Days went by without Hermione or Draco ever looking each other in the eye or speaking. Neither of them had felt more lonely in their entire lives. Hermione would get frequent notes from Lucius demanding to see her in his office, ignoring every one of them she didn't care if she died a virgin or if she died at all... if it meant not having Draco. Draco became withdrawn from everyone and everything, his mood constantly dark, he considered what it would mean to kill his own father.. he knew he didn't have it in him.. what about himself? He felt so miserable he couldn't take it anymore. Hermione also could not take it anymore and decided to act.


Hermione couldn't stand another day without him, she wrote this on her red and gold stationary and charmed it onto his door.

Got you. You're mine now. For the rest of the day, week, month, year, life. Have you guessed who I am? Sometimes I think you have. Sometimes when you're standing in a crowd I feel those sultry, dark eyes of yours stop on me. Are you too afraid to come up to me and let me know how you feel? I want to moan and writhe with you and I want to go up to you and kiss your mouth and pull you to me and say "I love you I love you I love you" while stripping. I want you so bad it stings. I want to kill the ugly girls that you're always with. Do you really like those boring, naive, coy, calculating girls or is it just for sex? The seeds of love have taken hold, and if we won't burn together, I'll burn alone.

I won't take credit it for this... its from one of my "pornographic" muggle movies as you refer to them...but this is how I feel about you baby... don't make me burn alone...

Draco was coming from Quidditch practice exhausted, as usual... it's been two days with no sleep, a common routine for him... go as long as possible then crash. He stops at his door to find her note... he gently takes it down and retreats to his room. He can smell her on it... he can almost see her face arise out of the ink... a tear falls down his face as he realizes how much he hurts...and how much pain he is putting her in as well.

Hermione goes into the common room, she heard him enter through her bedroom door. She pulls out her old record player and flips through her records lazily until she settles on an old Sam Cooke record. "Bring it to me"... this song.. this is the song that reminds me of him...

Draco collapsed onto his bed and stared at his ceiling, reading the note over and over until he heard the most heartbreaking music flood his ears. ""if you ever change your mind... about leaving me behind.. baby bring it to me .. bring your sweet loving, bring it on home to me..." Draco had to admit he enjoyed these strange lyrics and the way that muggle sang it made your heart wrench. So much emotion and power was put into those words, it made you want to do foolish and rash things like confess your undying love or belt these lyrics out at the top of your lungs.

Draco decided to give in... he needed to see her...touch her... hell just know she's ok. He slowly walking into the common room to find Hermione swaying to that slow bitter sweet music. She looked so captivated by the music, so natural and second nature to express herself like this he thought. Hermione didn't pick this song on accident alone, this song had always reminded her of Draco... and even more so now... and she needed him back in her life desperately. This song described them in detail... and she knew Draco felt it too.

He moved cautiously out into their common room, not able to pry his eyes off her swaying hips. She continued to slowly gyrate her hips as she glided over to him. "Draco" she whispered his name like a prayer. She silently walked up to him and placed her hand on his shoulders and looked up into his stormy grey eyes. Draco just stared deeply into her eyes. and before he could think twice she rested her head on his chest. He instinctively wrapped his arms around her waist as they swayed to the music.

Gradually Hermione began to sing along with the lyrics, lost in the atmosphere the song was creating "you now I'll always be your slave, till I'm buried! buried in my grave..." she sang along with Sam Cooke. Draco had never seen her like this before... so completely relaxed and carefree and baring herself to him. He had missed her... the way she smelled. the color or her eyes... the way she walked, talked, the feel of her hair in his hands.

He tried to follow her lead, and being a pureblood was raised on ballroom lessons and the like... but all those lessons went out the window with this kind of sensual bitter sweet music. Draco simply let himself go and swayed with Hermione. "Now your getting the hang of it" she said as she smiled and pressed herself closer to Draco "just feel it...move with the beat, relax every muscle" as she practically grinded into him. Hermione rested her head against Draco's chest and sang her favorite verses.
"you know I tried to treat you right... but you stayed out! stayed out in the night... but I forgive you!...bring it to me...bring it on home to me... I'll give ya' jewelry and money too.. that ain't all I'll do for you"

To Draco it seemed as if she was singing the song for him... and they swayed slowly together to the music, their bodies clinging to one another, Hermione put the song on repeat and they danced to the song a couple of times more. Draco's hands wandered down to her ass, but Hermione didn't object, maybe it was her mood or the music but Draco never wanted to let her go... this was too perfect and too right to end. They danced together for a very long time until Hermione stopped swaying and stared up into his eyes.

"I've missed you... she stared into his soul and those stormy eyes of his. Draco felt like nothing else really mattered anymore but her... "I missed you too" he said with a weak smile. "I love you, there has never been anyone else but you... I"m sorry for hurting you... I don't deserve you... and I understand if you never want to see me again... I just need you to know... I'm in love with you"

Draco realized that she was baring her soul to him without any charms, potions or magic... she was in love with him...and love is the oldest and strongest magic there is. Draco could feel the weight of the world lift off of him if only for a second, he bent closer to her and whispered across her lips "I'm in love with you too" and lightly brushed his lips against hers before claiming her lips.