Nothing Like You and I

A/N: This is a rather long chapter. Some of it I liked, some of it I didn’t meh. Lol.

Songs

Just Be Grateful: These Words, These Bodies
The Urgency - Fingertips
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=08CNWituV1I

Soon We’ll Be Found
Chad Michael Stewart - Hollow
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rolz1lUSA1I


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Just Be Grateful: These Words, These Bodies
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Hermione’s face was cast over with shadows as she was thrown against the wall, her hand haphazardly knocked over a lamp Remus and Teddy bought her last year for Christmas. It shattered against the wooden floor, but the light still flickered on, lighting the room in almost a menacing fashion. Lucius pressed his hand tighter around his throat, his breath labored and wheezing. Hermione let out a strangled grasp as Draco plunged his hands through Lucius’s chest – trying to get his father from her.

“Get the fuck off of her!” Draco shouted, tearing at Lucius’ chest although he couldn’t grasp onto him. “Let her down! What the fuck is wrong with you!?”

“My son,” Lucius breathed, his eyes wet with tears, “MY son!”

“Lucius,” Hermione whispered, “Can’t…breathe.”

It was as if his mind snapped back into reality at that moment. Withdrawing his hand, Lucius stumbled back into the back of her sofa. Hermione slumped to the ground, one leg curled up to her chest and the other pointing straight at him. She brought her hand to her throat and took several wheezing breaths as Lucius gripped onto the back of her couch and ran his hand through his hair.

He was disheveled and a right mess. Hair was falling out of its once tied back fashion; rather thick strands fell in front of his face. He looked old, which was an understatement considered the Malfoys never looked old. Draco kneeled beside Hermione, wrapping his arms around her to help her stand.

“Oh gods,” Hermione breathed, “He’s drunk.”

“Get him out of here, Hermione.” Draco warned, holding her back against the wall, “I can’t protect you…I can’t even…”

“Draco,” Hermione looked at him, “Look at him. He doesn’t even know what he’s doing.”

“He’s dangerous. I would know.” Draco argued, reaching for Hermione as she walked slowly to Lucius, her hand extended, “Mr. Malfoy…”

Lucius swiped at her when she brought her hands to his shoulder and slumped back against the couch, breathing heavily. Hermione felt for him, even if her right mind was telling her to get her wand and hog tie him to her china cabinet. Lucius had endured more guilt, pity, and hatred than any one else combined. He had lost his son, his pride, and his dignity all in one fail swoop. It was strange how he still held his head up high at work, but deep down Hermione knew Lucius used firewhiskey to drown out the rumors, taunts, and the memories of Draco.

“You’re drunk,” Hermione said, stating the obvious to which Draco rolled his eyes.

Lucius looked up at her through the thin veil of blond hair covering his face, “No. I am not drunk; I am inebriated beyond a reasonable doubt.” He said with a slurring tone, wobbling slightly.

“Mr. Malfoy you really should…” Hermione said quietly, bringing her hands to his back and arm, trying to pry him from the back of her couch.

Lucius swiped again and knocked her hands away, swaying heavily. “Get your filthy mudblood hands off of me. It’s because of you my son is dead. Because of you I can’t…I can’t find his body and…hold proper…” He spat angrily, wobbling forward where he passed straight through Draco and landed on the wall he had thrown Hermione into.

“He’s pissed, Granger. Get him some water with lemon.” Draco said with annoyance, running his hands through his hair.

Just bloody brilliant. His old man had to come and ruin a perfectly good evening with his drunken tirade. Why he didn’t just stay home and take it out on the house-elves was beyond him. And bloody Granger with her ‘oh he’s harmless he’s just a drunk.’ Mental. The whole lot of them.

“Water with lemon?” Hermione quirked an eyebrow, eyeing Draco – who was in serious thoughts of complaining inside his mind.

He turned and looked at Hermione, nodding once, “He used to get this drunk whenever I disappointed him, which was frequent but never to this degree.” Draco walked slowly to Lucius, trying to rest a hand on his shoulder; it stayed for a second before slipping past him. Bugger. “Father, what have you done to yourself?”

Hermione retreated into the kitchen and hastily pulled out a lemon, slicing it into wedges where she shoved it into a glass of water. When she came out, she noticed Draco leaning over Lucius, whispering something to him but the man was babbling like a baby. When Draco’s eyes met her, she knew. She knew right then that for everything Draco has ever said poorly about his father – he loved him. He still loved him.

Clearing her throat, Hermione moved to Lucius and held the glass out to him. Lucius looked as if he were contemplating whether he should take it or how she knew what to give him when he was drunk. It wouldn’t have surprised him in the least. The smartest witch in all of England.

Lucius growled and knocked the glass from her hand, the lemon wedges, water and glass clanked on the floor, joining the mixture of broken lamp.

“I don’t want your shitty water. Tainted with your filth.” He snarled, standing up straight for a moment, but swaying as if he were on a very shaky ship.

“Charming, isn’t he?” Draco snorted, eyeing Lucius a little.

“Very.” Hermione agreed, moving back to Lucius with her hands extended “Mr. Malfoy…”

“I want my son back,” Lucius breathed, leaning on Hermione, his hands gripping onto her pajama shirt, tugging them hard. “I want him to come home. I…I was a terrible father. I never told him how proud of him I was. I was…I…”

“Just let him stew, Granger. He’ll come to his senses and return home to mother.” Draco advised, sitting back against the back of the couch.

Why she was so adamant on making things better with Lucius was beyond him. It wasn’t the first time Lucius gotten into a drunken stupor because of something he had done. Draco clearly remembered the time where he first learned that Draco and Hermione were involved no thanks to his darling mother – who had the audacity to figure things out by intercepting their owls during their fifth year. He had to bolt his door shut by how hard Lucius was pounding on it, yelling at him that he was a disgrace for being with some one of ‘low birth’. A load of rubbish.

It was only because he was afraid of what Voldemort would do to Draco if he ever found out how far Draco’s closeness to Hermione extended that he kept his mind silent. That and it wasn’t very smart to bring up the fact that a pureblood was itching for a muggle-born. Not to mention, Voldemort hardly gave to shakes of a fist as to the personal lives of the Malfoys, he used Lucius for his own benefit and everyone knew that.

“It’s over. All of it. My wife. My family. Everything destroyed, because of you.” Lucius nearly sobbed, causing Draco to roll his eyes.

“Me? I…Please…let me.” Hermione whispered as Lucius began to droop to the floor, while she tried to lift him to his feet.

She gasped as he nearly tackled her to the ground, pushing her body against the floor. Draco leapt from the couch, his fists clenching.

“I told you Granger!” Draco shouted, moving around them as he tried to figure out how to do something, anything.

“Touch me again and I will snap your neck like a twig!” Lucius snarled against her, pushing his hand hard on her collarbone.

Hermione let out a hoarse cry and struggled, weaving her legs around him while Lucius pinned her down

“Let her go, father!” Draco screamed, trying his best to kick Lucius in the head – but his foot went straight through his father’s fat head.

“You were always so smart. So much smarter than my boy.” Lucius then purred, running his hand down the small of her body, his lips tracing her jaw and ear.

He reeked of alcohol and what was worse; he was far from slim and athletic as he once was. Rather, the amount of alcohol he consumed went straight to his stomach, making him extremely heavy.

Hermione gasped for breath, and muttered, “Stop. You’re hurting me.”

“Get your hands off of her!” Draco snarled, trying to pull Hermione from under him.

If he couldn’t touch Lucius, he would try his hardest to get Hermione out from his lecherous claws. Hermione wouldn’t budge, she couldn’t with all the weight that Lucius had on her. What a fat, flippin cow.

“You’ve grown, Hermione” Lucius whispered, wrapping his hand around her thigh to pull it from under him. “A child now a woman.”

“Don’t…stop…” Hermione whispered as tears formed in the corner of her eyes. She struggled, never one to give it easily, the curly-haired witch twisted and kicked. It didn’t seem to matter how hard she moved, with her arms pinned under Lucius’ form and his inebriated state, she was stuck. Draco looked livid, his face red and pulsating with anger.

“Father, I’m warning you!” He growled, and for a split second – Hermione thought she saw sparks surrounding him but that was cut off when she felt something press between the apex of her thigh and wanted to vomit at that moment.

“You will bare me a child, a son, for the one you cost me.” Lucius mumbled, grinding what would be an erection against her clothed centre as he gripped onto her hip.

“Stop! Lucius!” Hermione managed to cry out, arching her back to try and squirm but the dead weight Lucius Malfoy had on her was overwhelming.

“That’s it, say my name. Scream it.” Lucius snickered as his hand snaked under the fabric of her pajama bottoms.

Draco’s face looked as if he were about to explode as he launched himself at Lucius – despite not being able to touch him previously. “Get the fuck off of her!” He shouted, colliding with a very solid Lucius when he leaned up to pull off his cloak.

Lucius’ eyes widened as Draco and he clashed, sending him flying against the door, nearly ripping it off its hinges. Draco stood back in a half hearted jump, his face pale and eyes wide. Lucius, on the other hand, had passed out and was now slumped against the wall with a trickle of blood traveling down his forehead.

“Oh Gods.” Hermione whispered, rising to her shaky legs.

Draco looked down at his hands and then back at Hermione, who had rushed to Lucius.

“I…I just….” He said quietly, stuttering over what he had just done.

Hermione bent down and placed her hand over the large gash on Lucius’ forehead and winced. She tried to pick him up and sling him over her shoulder, but he was a little too heavy for the hundred and ten pound curly-haired witch.

“Help me, Draco!” Hermione shouted as she nearly slumped to the ground from his sheer weight.

Draco moved to grasp his arm but his hands slipped right through them. Eyes widening, Draco stammered back and looked down at his hands, “I can’t touch him!”

He was flabbergasted but Hermione was slowly being crushed under Lucius’ massive weight and shrugged him a little higher onto her shoulders, his head rolling onto the top of her head. Lucius’ long blond hair masked Hermione’s vision as she snarled, “Then….I don’t know MOVE”

Draco stepped to the side as Hermione stumbled into her bedroom, dragging Lucius behind her while Draco followed shortly. She threw Lucius onto the bed haphazardly and panted heavily, wiping her brow and hair from her face before swinging his legs onto her bed.

Leaning against the bedpost, Hermione surveyed the unconscious former Death Eater and her boss and panted. Draco leaned over his father for a moment, tisking before he looked to her – worry casted across his face.

“Are you ok?” He asked softly, moving toward her but she batted away his hands.

Hermione cracked her neck and back, resting a hand on her lower back before moaning, “I think I pulled my back.”

“He’s gotten heavier.” Draco noted, looking over the form of his father with a mild form of disgust playing across his lips.

“Too much firewhiskey.” Hermione nodded, leaning against the bed post with her forehead resting on her forearm.

“Probably.” He said lightly, casting several glances to his father but keeping his eyes trained on her “So what do we do now?”

He didn’t know what had gotten into Granger at that moment. She was almost sexually assaulted, probably close to being raped, and here she stood leaning against her bed post cracking jokes about her back. She was clearly mental, that was it. Hermione’s mocha brown eyes flashed to Draco for a second before looking away. She hated the way he looked at her as if she were a frail weak creature. Sure she looked frail and weak, but she had a bright mind and in the end brains always triumphed over brawn.

“Let him sleep it off. Clearly, he’s out of his mind.” Hermione muttered, leaning back enough to crack her back.

She felt Draco’s arm on her, snaking behind her waist. As much as she wanted to lean her head on his chest, deep in her mind she was telling herself that this was too good to be true and not to expect things.

“Are you ok though?” he whispered, looking over her thoroughly as if he’d see some kind of injury – a reason to pummel his father to an early grave.

Hermione snorted and pulled from Draco, moving to Lucius where she pried his muddy boots off and rearranged his sleeping form. “I’m fine, Draco.”

“What he did was inexcusable…” Draco began, his teeth clenching when he heard his father groan and roll over, closer to Hermione than he wanted him to be.

“He is drunk and emotionally unstable at the moment.” Hermione merely stated, prying off his gloves and placing them on the night stand. She’d have to find some hang over potion somewhere in her cabinets, if she had any. Hermione hardly had alcohol after that one incident with Seamus and wasn’t sure if Ron had used it all up during his last stint at Muggle bar hopping.

Hermione stood and stared at Draco, who was looking at his hand. Her expression softened as he tried to touch Lucius’ foot only to have his fingers slip right through him. Draco muttered incoherently under his breath and brought his eyes to her. Was he crying? No, it was the light. Right?

“How do you reckon I could touch him but not now?” Draco asked, clearing his throat when his voice cracked slightly.

The last thing he wanted was to show a ‘softer’ side, especially with an unconscious father and bloody Granger in the room.

“I don’t know. Emotions? Magic? It might just be my imagination.” Hermione shrugged, taking a seat in her wicker chair where she ran her fingers over the bruise that was forming around her neck.

She noticed Draco’s eyes linger on the marks and pried her hand from her neck, covering it with her hair.

Draco flashed his eyes to her and sneered, “So, you think I’m imaginary? Geeze, if that were true the least you could do was make my dick longer. Not humorously long but firm, you know?”

He clenched his fist and make a power face, causing Hermione to roll her eyes.

“Why do you always have to make everything a joke, or into something sexual?” She asked, leaning back into her seat where she closed her eyes and rubbed them.

“Dunno. You like it.” Draco shrugged, leaning against the bedpost with that trademark smile on his face.

Hermione snorted again and rose, pulling her shirt up over her shoulders, leaving them hanging around her neck. Draco gaped but she just shrugged. He had seen her naked and Lucius was out cold. Not to mention, she was in her bra so it didn’t really matter.

Clearing her throat, Hermione said, “You wish. I need to shower. Can you…watch him?”
Draco pulled his eyes from Hermione and glanced at a softly snoring Lucius. “As an imaginary friend or….”

“Just watch him!” Hermione snapped, feeling a tad light headed from the day’s events. She pulled her shirt from her and tossed it into the hamper before grabbing her robe.

“Fine! What rode up your skivvies?” Draco called out after her, leaning over to check out her smooth back as she entered the bathroom and closed the door.

He groaned and flopped into the same wicker chair Hermione had sat, glaring daggers at his father. Lucius snorted and let out a deep breath, wincing from the sudden pain in his forehead. Draco had the urge to stick his finger in the wound and squish it around to cause him more pain.

“You know. I should castrate you for what you tried to do to her…But, it is kind of understandable. She is bloody gorgeous when she’s upset or angry.” Draco replied offhandedly, leaning back into the chair with his hand over his face, “You wouldn’t be able to stop yourself if you heard her call your name…”

“Draco….” Lucius breathed, causing Draco to jump and look at him. Did he hear him? No. He had just regained consciousness and was talking idly.

“What has gotten into you? First you storm off in league with the devil and now…you’re a drunken mess. What would mother think?” Draco asked, staring at his father’s swollen face, slick with tears.

“I’m sorry,” Lucius breathed, his voice cracking heavily “I’m sorry I was such a bad father.”

“You weren’t a bad father. Neglectful yes but there were times where we felt like a real family.” Draco shrugged, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees.

“It’s my fault you’re dead.” Lucius continued, his hand tracing the seams of Hermione’s bed sheets.

Draco snorted, “Imaginary according to Granger.”

“I wanted to make you proud. Proud of your old man but…I was so wrong. I…I don’t deserve a son like you. I never had.”

His eyes widened and he grunted angrily, coming to a stand “Oh stop with this crap. Grow some bollocks and get on with your life. Not everything is based on an heir.”

Maybe he was in denial but he didn’t want to deal with his father’s emotions at this time. He was still trying to deal with the fact that he was dead, made love to a woman who erased all memories of him and her, and tackled his drunken father off of his…girl?

“Son. If you can hear me…” Lucius whispered, his hand outstretched to the ceiling.

“Yes, because I’m deaf and not sitting next to you…” Draco grunted a reply and sat back into the wicker chair, his hand rubbing his chin harshly.

“I love you and I am proud…proud to have you as my son. My Draco.” Lucius sighed sadly and drifted off into a drunken slumber while Draco’s eyes faltered and he looked away.

Clearing his throat, Draco gulped and sniffed all at once. No tears. No emotions. Remember, you are a Malfoy. YOU make others cry, not the other way around.

“What. A. Load. Of. Rubbish.” Draco managed to squirt out, his voice heavily cracking.

“He seems to be speaking the truth,” came a soft voice from the door.

Draco didn’t even have to look at the door to know who the voice belonged to. His head fell into his hands and he let out a loud sigh.

“Butting into other people’s conversation are you?” Draco asked, staring at Hermione with a quirked eyebrow.

“If you forgot, this is my room,” she replied, walking in with a white towel wrapped around her body.

Draco couldn’t help but stare at her legs, the swell of her behind and her covered breasts as she passed. Her hair was dripping from the water and cascaded over her back like a waterfall. He grunted and turned away when she went rummaging though her drawers.

“Right. Well, he’s out and you need to change…in another room. I don’t want him regaining consciousness to find a half naked Granger standing in front of him.” Draco grumbled, coming to a stand between his father and her, as if that’s block the view.

“Jealous?” Hermione asked, quirking an eyebrow as she pulled out a pair of pink panties, matching bra, shorts and a t-shirt.

Draco snorted and looked away, staring daggers at the ground, “Hardly.”

He felt her hand on his shoulder and looked at her, staring at her face as tiny strands of hair clung to her forehead. “Draco?” He grumbled, “What?”

“He does love you. You know that right?” Hermione said quietly, watching his face contort slowly. He nodded and traced a hand to the hem of her towel, clutching it with his fingers.

“Yes, unfortunately. Now, scram.”

They looked at each other and she leaned up at that moment, pressing her lips against his temple.

“Good night.” Hermione whispered, biting her bottom lip as she walked into the order room.

Draco slumped onto Hermione’s bed and ran his hands through his hair. “Night,” he whispered quietly, sighing into his hands.


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Hermione had taken refuge on the couch and planted her wand firmly underneath her pillow, just in case. Her eyes fluttered slowly for a moment but shot open when she felt some one lift the blanket and climb in with her. Rolling over a little, Hermione rubbed her eyes with one hand and mumbled, “Draco?”

“Ssshh…” he whispered, pulling her form against his bare chest.

He moved his back against the edge of the couch, thanking Merlin for a resizing spell the witch had put on the couch after the red headed twins crashed that one night. Hermione rolled over under their chests were touching, her hand rested lightly on his abdomen.

“What are you doing?” she asked, whispering very quietly when she felt his smooth skin under her fingers.

“Quiet…let me…I…” Draco mumbled, pressing his lips over her own, his hands snaking into her hair.

Tracing his lips over her jaw and to her neck, Hermione closed her eyes and arched her throat slightly, whimpering, “Oh…”

He reached between them and pulled her shorts from her, moving only slightly as her leg draped over his hip. Hermione let out a breath when Draco began grinding against her, his bulge pulsating against her wet knickers. Not wasting any time with foreplay, Draco pushed down her pink panties and brought his hand to her thigh gauging their position.

She let out a small breath turned moan as he pushed his hard length into her heat, both chests heaving slightly. Draco released her thigh and brought it around her back, holding her still as he ground against her, thrusting slowly and steadily into her heat.

“Draco,” Hermione moaned, rolling and rocking her hips against him as his manhood filled every inch of her.

Draco grunted, bringing his lips to the edge of her shirt where he kissed the exposed flesh. His thrusts grew more heated when her nails bit into his chest. Moving so that she was on her back, Draco pushed her thighs apart, holding onto her legs via her knees, Draco exhaled after each thrust. Hermione jerked forward moaning softly, her legs quivering around him.

She watched the moonlight cascade over his skin, making him appear somewhat translucent or very icy in color. Sweat had developed across his forehead and chest, causing his hair to stick to his forehead. If she looked a tad lower, she’d find a trail of silvery blond hair travel form his navel straight to a ring of hair surrounding his thick length – currently sheathed inside her warm quim.

A little lower and she could witness the joining of their fruits, his length glistening with her sweet nectar. Draco leaned back against his heels and pulled Hermione to him, setting on his back as she straddled him. His hand traveled under her shirt and toward her breasts. When Hermione tired to lift her shirt, Draco shook his head and tugged it back down.

“I…” he grunted, rocking his hips skyward, “Don’t…want…my father to..wake and see you…naked. Only…for me..”

Hermione released the hem of her shirt and leaned forward, brushing her lips against his. “Only you.” She whispered, causing Draco to smirk into the kiss, groaning when her hips rolled just right over him.

Resting his hand on her lower back, Draco rocked upward, grunting heavily as Hermione’s pace picked up, rolling her hips roughly against them. She bit onto her bottom lip, hands planted firmly on his chest, as she tried to keep her moans to a minimum. Biting his own bottom lip, Draco lurched backward, thrusting several times quickly as he felt her orgasm clenching around his length and his own tighten around him, his seed seeping into her warmth.

Hermione cried softly and fell against his chest, her cheek resting in the crook of his neck. He brought his hand to her hair and ran fingers through her tresses. Hermione rolled from Draco and sat up, bringing her legs to her chest as Draco sat up as well. He smirked and gathered her up in his arms, rolling over back to where they started, her back to him. She fell into a deep slumber, but Draco. He couldn’t sleep.

So, he just watched her.