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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
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2,295
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1
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Hide and Seek
So, I've been gone awhile, and am slowly coming back with a few new stories.
I'm trying my hand at songfics, and I hope that they work.
Go ahead and download the songs, I'm sure it'll make everything make a lot more sense!
"Hide and Seek" by Imogen Heap.
* * * * *
They were all moved out now.
All the boxes had been packed and were getting stacked near the doors for the movers.
The bedroom was empty, the kitchen cabinets clear of dishes.
The furniture was gone, except for a few pieces covered in white cloth.
The pictures were cleared from the mantle, and the dust had begun to settle.
When she walked across the carpet it looked like she was leaving behind crop circles in this foreign place.
Someone spun her around and sent her into a parallel universe.
None of this could really be happening.
She held her head down as she stepped to the mantle, slid her hands across the marble, so cold beneath her fingers.
More steps, towards the window, where just beneath, along the wall, those oily marks you could see.
Where spontaneous bouts of passion occurred when they moved in, while they attempted to create this life together.
But what she’d known him for had to sweep back; that same insensitivity she’d hated.
It was like stepping back into the still life of a photograph from years long past.
She hadn’t wanted much from him. She had thought of what they could build together.
Little toy trains and a sewing machine and a break from magic.
It’d taken so much blood. So many tears. For them to get where they were now.
But no. Someone had been there first. Someone who’d she’d never learn to forget.
And they would fight.
As if nothing had changed, they’d scream.
“What did you say? You only meant well?”
She’d huff and shake her head.
“Well of course you did! You always do.”
And he’d always have something to say.
“This is all for the best? Of course it is. The best for you. The best thing for you.”
More explanations, more excuses.
“That’s just what we need... what we need? And you decided this?”
What did he say? A little more of what he always said.
And she’d seen the notes.
Those ransom notes. The ones she’d tried to ignore.
He could never leave his dark past behind.
But he’d sweet talk her with words that were cut and pasted together.
And he’d come back to her. Even when she felt the worst.
Draco Malfoy couldn't say he loved her unconditionally, could he?
Or were the Death Eaters the only unbreakable bond he would know?
But he would say it. And he would say it again.
“I don’t believe you.”
And she would offer the same insensitive tone he’d managed to cut back on in the beginning.
He’d touch her shoulder, stepping behind her, pulling her close in that house they’d once called a home.
Hermione Granger knew that he could change.
Because he hadn’t yet... he hadn’t for her.
For the family they could have had. The love they could have made together.
There was so much more to this story then she wanted to remember.
And she couldn’t let him lie to her. To speak with no feeling.
And she tried to be strong, as those tears began to fall.
As he pulled her close and refused to let go.
Leaving her in his arms, repeating, still repeating.
“You don’t care a bit. You don’t care at all.”
Fin
I'm trying my hand at songfics, and I hope that they work.
Go ahead and download the songs, I'm sure it'll make everything make a lot more sense!
"Hide and Seek" by Imogen Heap.
They were all moved out now.
All the boxes had been packed and were getting stacked near the doors for the movers.
The bedroom was empty, the kitchen cabinets clear of dishes.
The furniture was gone, except for a few pieces covered in white cloth.
The pictures were cleared from the mantle, and the dust had begun to settle.
When she walked across the carpet it looked like she was leaving behind crop circles in this foreign place.
Someone spun her around and sent her into a parallel universe.
None of this could really be happening.
She held her head down as she stepped to the mantle, slid her hands across the marble, so cold beneath her fingers.
More steps, towards the window, where just beneath, along the wall, those oily marks you could see.
Where spontaneous bouts of passion occurred when they moved in, while they attempted to create this life together.
But what she’d known him for had to sweep back; that same insensitivity she’d hated.
It was like stepping back into the still life of a photograph from years long past.
She hadn’t wanted much from him. She had thought of what they could build together.
Little toy trains and a sewing machine and a break from magic.
It’d taken so much blood. So many tears. For them to get where they were now.
But no. Someone had been there first. Someone who’d she’d never learn to forget.
And they would fight.
As if nothing had changed, they’d scream.
“What did you say? You only meant well?”
She’d huff and shake her head.
“Well of course you did! You always do.”
And he’d always have something to say.
“This is all for the best? Of course it is. The best for you. The best thing for you.”
More explanations, more excuses.
“That’s just what we need... what we need? And you decided this?”
What did he say? A little more of what he always said.
And she’d seen the notes.
Those ransom notes. The ones she’d tried to ignore.
He could never leave his dark past behind.
But he’d sweet talk her with words that were cut and pasted together.
And he’d come back to her. Even when she felt the worst.
Draco Malfoy couldn't say he loved her unconditionally, could he?
Or were the Death Eaters the only unbreakable bond he would know?
But he would say it. And he would say it again.
“I don’t believe you.”
And she would offer the same insensitive tone he’d managed to cut back on in the beginning.
He’d touch her shoulder, stepping behind her, pulling her close in that house they’d once called a home.
Hermione Granger knew that he could change.
Because he hadn’t yet... he hadn’t for her.
For the family they could have had. The love they could have made together.
There was so much more to this story then she wanted to remember.
And she couldn’t let him lie to her. To speak with no feeling.
And she tried to be strong, as those tears began to fall.
As he pulled her close and refused to let go.
Leaving her in his arms, repeating, still repeating.
“You don’t care a bit. You don’t care at all.”
Fin