Nothing Like You and I

DracoLover69 – I just finished this chapter today, sorry! I was going to get it done yesterday but it was my birthday so I went out to dinner and promptly passed out because I was exhausted. But I’m sooo sooo sooo happy that you are enjoying the story! It’s so amazing that one little story can get some one to join just to review. It made my day!

Songs:

*Heated Debate*
Guster – Two Points for Honesty
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YbkYok82d78

*Let Me Show You*
Natalie Walker – Colorblind
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u2hPTtiy76c


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*Heated Debate*

Hermione flung herself onto her bed and pulled her large white fluffy pillow to her, clasping her arms around it in a death lock. She ignored the subtle tapping on the door that sounded like rain drops on a tin roof. Draco’s soft subtle voice, almost ghost like, echoed through the two inch thick mahogany wood.

“Hermione?” He said lightly, repeating her name every few taps.

“Go away.” Hermione half shouted, smothering her face into her pillow.

She collapsed the pillow around her head and rocked back and forth, her toes curling as she thought repeatedly. Go away. Go away. You’re not real. Not real. He didn’t let up. The stupid git kept tapping on the door annoyingly without much effort. She wanted this to end, whatever her mind was doing to her was sick and she hated it. She didn’t want to look at him anymore and guess why she found him attractive. Why his stubborn attitude and vulgar choice of words were so appealing to her. Why he made her laugh. Why they both laughed. And more importantly, she didn’t want to be vulnerable. She survived a war for Merlin’s sake. She wasn’t supposed to be vulnerable, especially to some one who was dead. D.E.A.D. Dead.

“Open the door.” He said a little firmer, knocking with most of his knuckles.

Hermione clenched her eyes shut and shook her head. He wasn’t real. He wasn’t there with her, standing in her hallway knocking on her door.

Parting her lips, Hermione rasped out, “No.”

Draco grunted and began pounding on the door. That was the Draco she knew. Not this lovey-dovey one who wanted to skip off into the sunset holding hands and sipping champagne.

“You have to talk about it. We have to…” Draco still spoke softly, yet his words were toned with anger and annoyance.

“We don’t have to do anything. Go away.” Hermione called out, not bothering to look at the door as she bit down on the corner of her pillow, pulling her legs to her chest.

There was silence and Hermione almost sighed. That lasted all of three seconds before a loud crashing noise against her door slammed against it. Draco’s vicious tone bombarded the room, loud and scary

“Open the gods damn door!” He shouted, kicking and pounding the door, “Don’t make me break the fucking door down! Because I will!”

“FINE!” Hermione screamed at the door, clamoring from the bed with her pillow in tow.

She pulled the door open with must gusto, ignoring the shock of it hitting the wall hard enough to dent the wall where the handle flew into it. Draco was heaving with heavy breaths as he stared at her, his eyes narrowed.

“Don’t you ever…” Draco began, wagging his finger at her but at that moment, Hermione pulled her pillow up and wacked him. “Ow! What the fu-!”

She did it again, and again, and again. Hermione closed her eyes as she hit him several times across the back, chest and face with her oversized pillow. Draco growled and ripped the pillow from her but that only meant her fists were next. It didn’t hurt as much as she probably wanted it to, not like he could get bruised from her. Or could he? He didn’t know and didn’t particularly want to find out. Hermione pounded her fists against Draco’s chests as sobs began to elicit from her throat.

“I hate you. I hate you.” She crooned, sobbing heavier after each punch, “How could you do this to me?”

Draco wrapped his arms around her shoulders and pressed her into his chest. Her fists of fury died down as she buried her face into his warm cinnamon scented pectorals, sobbing heavily.

“What was I supposed to do? Come waltzing in, ‘oh by the way not only are you the only one who can see and hear me but we were also a couple but you decided to erase and change your memories’?” Draco asked quietly, rubbing her back with the palm of his hand and running his fingers through her hair with his other.

“You were supposed to not die.” Hermione wept, “So, I could kill you now.”

“Right,” Draco nodded, feeling a small pang in his chest as Hermione’s tears soaked his shirt. “Well, nothing I can really do about that now, can I?”

“I suppose not.” Hermione replied, her voice muffled in his chest but at least she stopped crying.

Draco felt Hermione try to worm her way out of his grasp but held her firmly against him. He was not about to let her go now, especially since she literally used him as a human punching bag. That, and he didn’t want to quite lose the feeling of her in his arms just yet. He sighed and rested his forehead on the top of her crown, swaying a little like a mother would an upset child. Hermione’s sobs began more like sniffles against his chest, her hands wound tightly in his shirt, tugging on them harshly.

“You’re not real,” Hermione whispered, breaking Draco from his unconcentrated gaze on the setting sun. “Snape said you’re just in my head.”

“Snape is a toerag,” Draco replied, burying his head into her hair, “A massive one at that.”

“He’s right,” Hermione struggled and felt Draco’s arms loosen around her enough for her to step back, “He’s right. You are my imagination.”

“Excuse me?” Draco quirked an eyebrow, staring at her in disbelief.

“It makes sense,” She had entered her own world now, brilliant,”There was something missing in my memories. Like a piece of the puzzle and so, when you died…” She glanced at him, but he just stood there stiff, “My subconscious created you as a way for me to deal with it because I had…”

“Wait a minute,” Draco interrupted, bringing his hands to her shoulder and whirling her around, “So, what you’re saying is…that I’m like an annoying imaginary friend?”

“Emphasis on annoying,” Hermione nodded, bringing her bottom lip between her teeth as she gnawed at it, “What I’m wondering now is why you are still here. I have had closure. I know what I was missing and…”

“I am not a fucking imaginary person, Granger! You think I’d know that more than anyone,” Draco growled, clenching his fists.

“It makes sense, Draco,” Hermione frowned at him, “No one else could see you, hear you, touch you. It’s not believable that you’re…you’re…”

*Let Me Show You*

Draco moved swiftly to her, grasping her by the back of her neck and pulled her to him. His mouth descended onto hers, capturing her lips with his own. Hermione’s eyes widened and gasped when she felt the warmth of his kiss. Her hands stretched out, pushing him back, or trying to but he held her firmly against him. His lips chewing at her own, pulling her bottom lip with his teeth. Eventually, Hermione stopped pushing back against him and just stood there, her eyes drooping low.

He parted his lips and traced his tongue along her bottom lip, running his hand to her lower back. When she gasped, he took initiative and pressed his tongue against hers. There was no way she didn’t feet that. Hermione moaned into the kiss, pressing her chest up against his as he moved backward, pressing her down on the bed. Draco grunted softly as he settled between her thighs, hoisting her skirt high enough so he could press himself against her centre.

Hermione gasped and tilted her head back, breaking the kiss, when she felt a very hard bulge press against her knickers. Her large doe eyes settled on Draco’s face, his lips glistening from their kiss, nostrils flared.

“Draco,” she whispered closing her eyes, “Stop you're not…”

“Don’t say it,” Draco breathed, pressing his lips against her throat, “Don’t you dare say it, Hermione.”

He traced his hand up her waist and cupped the side of her face, lowering his lips to her all while whispering, “Don’t say it. Just…let me…”

Hermione was silent, for once, and leaned back against the bed as Draco kissed her thoroughly. Her lips parted when he pulled away and a small moan tore through her throat when Draco began grinding against her. The hardness of his bulge rubbed hard against her centre, sending small shivers of pleasure through her. She tilted her head back, arching her neck, when she felt his hands glide over the buttons of her blouse. Each one slipped under his fingers until they were completely free. The cool air of the room hit her like a wave of ice water and she gasped as he pried the shirt from her.

Hermione bit her bottom lip as he leaned over, kissing a trail across her collarbone and down the centre of her chest, past her bra and to her navel. She closed her eyes and exhaled when his hands gathered the hem of her skirt and pulled it down, along with her knickers. She felt his hands trail up her thighs, causing her knees to quiver as he pulled her knees up, resting the soles of her feet on the bed.

“Draco…” She whispered, arching her back as a moan escaped her lips.

Her hand clenched onto the bed sheet as she felt his breath against her outer folds. Draco traced a finger across her plump feminine lips, parting them with two fingers. She moaned louder as his lips found her sweet nubbin, slick with her readiness for him. Draco hummed against her, licking and sucking at that particular button sending her over the edge as quickly as he had built it up. Her hands became entangled in the bed sheets as her back arched off the bed, but Draco didn’t relent.

He brought his hands to the swell of her hips and pulled her thighs over his shoulder, scooting her closer to his mouth. His nose pressed against her center as his tongue darted out, swiping long hard movements across her clit and dipping it into her seeping hole. Hermione muffled a cry by bringing the back of her hand to her lips, pressing down hard against her mouth.

Her knees were quivering, shaking so badly at this point that she wouldn’t be surprised if she couldn’t stand later. Draco paid her no mind as he traced a hand over her hips and down her thighs until he reached her soft sweet core, dipping and pushing two fingers inside her warmth. He listened to Hermione’s soft wordless moans as his fingers plunged into her heat, curling ever so slightly as his tongue and lips assaulted her engorged nubbin.

Hermione bit her bottom lip and mumbled Draco’s name, arching her hips each time his fingers pressed against her erogenous zone, that sweet spot she knew was there but had never experienced the full force of how pleasure inducing it was. Draco hummed once more, causing her walls to clench painfully around his fingers and a wave of ecstasy wash over her. Hermione tilted her head back and cried loudly, her chest heaving, gasping for air.

Draco moved from her, pulling himself between her thighs. He trailed kissed up her stomach, his hands following suit before wrapping behind her, twisting her bra off with one swift movement. Hermione’s eyes fluttered open and watched as his hands traced over the swell of each breast, rolling them softly in his hand. The cool air perked her budding nipples, which were tormented by the expertise of Draco’s tongue as he lolled the tip over each bud before encasing them with his lips.

He listened to Hermione whimper and groaned as he moved upward a little, his raging bulge pushing against her centre. Draco leaned forward, capturing her lips once more and Hermione didn’t fight him. Instead, she leaned up, pressing herself against his chest, her arm digging into the back of his neck. She felt so warm, so right under him, kissing him, and he wouldn’t have it any other way. Maybe in an ‘alive’ way but that was beyond the point.

“Your clothes?” Hermione breathed, parting from him to look over his body. Everything he had been wearing vanished, leaving his body chiseled and naked between her.

“I’m dead remember,” He grinned, pushing her back against the bed, “But I’m not incompetent, so stop giving me that look.”

“Oh gods, I’m shagging a…”

“An imaginary man, apparently,” Draco crooned, pushing one thigh up to straddle his waist as he nudged forward, nestling the tip of his seeping length into her, “Maybe when we’re through you’ll realize that I’m not just in your head. That I’m…”

“Real?” Hermione breathed, gasping as he slowly sheathed his length into her.

“Yess…” Draco hissed, both answering her question and hissing as the tightness that surrounded his length.

He dipped her head down, resting it on her forehead as his hips went to work. Working slowly against her, Draco panted softly, feeling the searing heat and tightness of her sex around him. Hermione whimpered as he began a steady pace, flexing his buttocks after each thrust, his pelvis colliding with her clit – sending shivers up and down her spine. Hermione brought her hands to his forearms and arched her back, moaning his name softly.

Draco grunted at her slick heat, his thrusts growing harder and quicker after each passing moment. He hissed when he felt Hermione’s nails bite into his forearm but said nothing beyond an idle curse here or there. Draco leaned back, pulling her thighs to drape over his as Hermione lifted herself onto her elbows. They stared at one another as Draco traced a hand down her chest, thrusting into the apex of her thighs. Hermione quivered with each pulsating pound of his and lolled her head back, crying out.

His hands gripped onto her waist, diving his engorged length into her tight hole. His eyes danced across her flesh, pink and dribbled with a sweet sheen of sweat. His gaze landed on their joining, wantonly pounding against her, watching his manhood become fully sheathed into her warmth and pull out wet from her juices. Hermione clenched at the bed sheets as Draco’s thrusts grew heavier, harder, and if possible, deeper. She let out an explosive cry when her aching walls clenched around his length, drawing every inch inside her. Draco grunted and groaned loudly, leaning over her as he slammed into her three times before he felt both of their orgasms rushing through their bodies.

Hermione fell back against the bed, Draco following suit. He felt heavy on her, almost constricting her breathing, but she didn’t mind. It only meant that he was closer to her, he was real enough. Draco traced kisses over her face and rolled to his back, panting heavily.

“By gods,” he breathed, laughing a little, “Who woulda guessed, dead sex is amazing.”

“Mmm…” Hermione moaned rolling onto her stomach.

“How does it feel?” Draco asked, watching Hermione turn her head to him, resting her cheek on the bed, “Necrophilia that is.”

“Necrophilia is when you have sex with a dead body, not a…” Hermione explained, biting her bottom lip.

“Not a…a ghost? An ‘imaginary friend’?” Draco asked, moving to his side where he propped himself up by his elbow, “Just get over it and tell me it was amazing.”

“And inflate your ego?” Hermione laughed, rolling her face onto her bed for a moment, “Not a chance.”

“You didn’t deny it,” Draco waggled his eyebrows, leaning over to wrap an arm around her and pull her to him.

Hermione moaned as she felt him press her head against his chest, both remained silent as they stared up at the ceiling. She closed her eyes and draped her arm around his chest, breathing softly. She could hear his heart beating, fluttering underneath his skin. It was surreal. If this were a dream, some horrid nightmare, she didn’t want it to end. She didn’t want to wake up and find that he was missing, gone forever. Who would annoy her then?

They stayed together for what seemed hours and only moved when a bright light shone in front of Hermione’s wind from a passing car. Draco was instantly dressed but sat on the bed without any shoes on, watching Hermione rummage through her drawers.

“Wear the black frilly thing,” Draco grinned, “I like that one.”

“And give you any ideas?” Hermione laughed, pulling something less provocative, “I think not.”

“Why do you have it if you don’t plan on wearing it then?” He asked, watching Hermione grad a towel and drape it over her nude form.

“I don’t really know. I got it as a gag gift from Ginny last Christmas.”

“How is that a gag gift?” Draco quirked an eyebrow when she gave him a knowing look. He broke out in pearls of laughter, “Oh, now I get it. Bookworm plus frilly panties equals hot and sexy. I like it.”

“You are impossible,” Hermione grunted, shuffling off into the bathroom.

“I try,” Draco replied, leaning back against the bed with his hands tucked behind his head. He closed his eyes and sighed, listening to the running water in the bathroom.

Hermione and Draco sat in silence at her kitchen table as she picked at a grapefruit. Her hair was stringy and still wet from her shower but she had a healthy glow to her face. Their eyes would meet and she’d look away, her cheeks flushing. Draco waggled his eye brows and leaned in, running his hand down to hers, feeling her flesh prickle at the slightest touch he gave her.

“Hermione,” Draco said quietly, “I’m….I’m not really good with saying this so…I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. It was just, when you decided to get rid of those memories only Snape and Dumbledore knew. Theo thought we just broke up and I threatened him not to say anything. I thought that once the war was over, we could start again and things might be different, but…as we all know.”

“You died,” Hermione whispered, pulling her hand from him. She brought her hands to her face and sighed heavily, “It would’ve been so much easier to understand everything. Why I felt the way I did whenever you were around. Denial is not really fun.”

“I’m sure, but then again, everyone wants a Malfoy,” Draco chuckled, moving when Hermione threw a grape at him.

“You ruined my life, did you realize that?” Draco’s grin fell from his face instantly and he averted his eyes when Hermione continued, “For years I thought there was something some one wasn’t telling me. How everyone looked at me with such sorrow and pity.”

“No one pities you, Granger,” Draco interrupted, “And if anything, they only thought you were nutters because you saw me all the bloody time.”

“Like it matters anymore,” Hermione sighed, dropping her hands to the table, “Things can never be the same again, can they?”

Draco nodded and brought his hand to his hair, slicking it back, “I suppose not. If it makes you feel any better…You were….are… a bloody good shag.”

“Pig,” Hermione snorted, finding a small smile grace her lips.

“Oink, oink.” Draco laughed, bringing a hand to her face where he tucked some hair behind her ear.

“Draco…I…” Hermione began but a loud knock at her door silenced her.

Both looked to the door and then at one another. Hermione rose slowly, followed by Draco, and walked to the door.

“Expecting anyone?” Draco asked, coming up behind Hermione, his hand resting lightly on her lower back.

“No one ever visits unless they owl first…” Hermione replied softly, frowning when she reached for the door as some one pounded on it.

“Don’t answer it,” Draco whispered, but it was too late, Hermione had already turned the knob.

The door flew open and her eyes widened as a hand shot out and grasped onto her throat, throwing her against the adjacent wall.

“You!” a man drawled in a drunken slur, “You killed my son!”

“Lucius!” Hermione breathed, grasping onto his hand as he pushed her harder against the wall.