Miss You

Author's Note.... Alrighty. This is a one-shot song fic to the song Missing You by Jem. Normally I don't do the lyrics in the fic, but with this one it was the way to go. Ummm, those who read my stories know that I hate to give away the surprise, but sometimes it's necessary for the warnings. So, I feel obligated to tell you that this is a death fic. So if you read it and hate it based on that, don't flame me. Oh, and I've pushed back the events of HBP by a year and also thanks go to BuffyXO for beta'ing for me!

Okay, I am completely stealing dj's idea and I went looking on you tube for a video for the song, and not only did I find a bunch of them, I found one that was dedicated to Cedric Diggory! So that's the url here if you want to hear the song and drool over him in the process.

http://youtube.com/watch?v=EKjxbKn_ua8

Or if you just want to hear the song and dont want a montage about Cedric, go to my myspace (www.myspace.com/redheadfaerie) and it is the third song on my playlist.

~lyrics~
**flashbacks**


Hermione Granger lie on her bed in the Gryffindor girls' dormitory, the drapes closed tightly. Her head lolled off to the side of the damp pillow as she took in a shuddering breath. She reached up to her face, angrily wiping away another tear as she flopped over onto her stomach, the men's long t-shirt she was wearing riding up so her cotton-clad ass was showing to the darkness that surrounded her.

What the hell was wrong with her? She knew that it was going to end someday; it wasn't like they were even exclusive. It had just been a fling, and nothing more – a year long fling. So why the hell had she gone and fallen in love with him? She was so stupid; it was as if she had been asking for heartache.

She heard the door open, closely followed by the chattering voices of Lavendar and Pavarti. They came over to her bed, softly calling out her name. She closed her eyes and regulated her breathing, and when the two girls opened up her drapes, they quickly closed them and left the room to tell Harry and Ron that their other third was sleeping. It was just as well. They had gotten it into their heads that she had betrayed them and had barely been more than cordial to her over the past week.

~I wish this could be
A happy song
But my happiness disappeared
The moment you were gone
Don't think I ever believed that
This day would come
Now all I'm feeling
Is lost and numb~

**It was the middle of April in Hermione's sixth year and it was one of those unseasonably warm days that was a tease of the summer months to come. Deciding that the weather was too warm to waste, she stuffed the homework she was working on into her bag and proceeded on her way outside to a small grassy courtyard, laying down on a conjured blanket under a lonely tree though it held no promise of shade, as its leaves had yet to be reborn into the spring.

The sun was luxuriating warm on her bared flesh, only the uppermost tops of her legs covered by the short grey cotton shorts with a rolled down waistband. The only other article of clothing she wore was a spaghetti strap tank top, white with black racing stripes down the side. It was bunched up just enough to see a macabre tattoo of wildflowers with a bread and butterfly on either end that had been etched into her lower back in glorious color. On her right shoulder blade was a large butterfly of many colors, the head of a knight chess piece worked into one wing to be barely noticeable, as was the lightening bolt on the body and the Cheshire cat grin in the other wing.

She must have drifted off, because the next thing she was aware of was the sounds of someone else settling down in the courtyard. She opened her eyes and through the canopy of carefully tamed curls that fell over her face, she saw Draco Malfoy easing onto a Slytherin green blanket with his own homework on the other side of the tree, glancing her way every few seconds.

When she was fully awake, she pushed herself to a sitting position, groaning at the stiffness of her body, thinking that she must have been asleep on the hard ground longer than she had realized, leaving her grateful for the fact that she had remembered sun block before coming out, or she would be faced with an extremely uneven tan. She twisted her torso around, stretching out the muscles before doing the same to her neck. When it didn't help all too much, she brought her hands up and started massaging the taut muscles in the back of her neck and shoulders, completely forgetting that she had company. "Stupid ground," she muttered.

"What did the ground ever do to you, Granger?" came the recognizable drawl of the blond that was seated only a couple of meters away.

She jumped at the intrusion of her personal conversation with herself, head whipping to look at him, a scathing remark falling unsaid off her tongue at the look held on his face. For the most part, she had never seen any look on his face other than a smirk or a sneer. Now she had a glimpse of something else before his usual mask slipped back into place. She wasn't sure what the look was, but she knew that she liked it. His eyes had seemed almost warm, and while he wasn't smiling, his face looked nice without the usual distorting features. His hair was falling forward into his eyes, having given up slicking it back only this year. For the first time ever, she looked at him and felt desire, though the moment the thought formed; she mentally slapped herself across the face.

"You there, Granger?" he asked, snapping his fingers at her when she hadn't responded to his earlier comment.

"Yeah, I'm here, Malfoy. What do you want?” she asked grouchily as she rotated her neck again.

"You don't have to get snippy."

"I'm not snippy. I'm just sore. Falling asleep on the ground is just not comfortable. So if you have something to say, then say it, otherwise leave me alone." She looked over to him and when he didn't say anything, she went back to her homework, completely ignoring him, and on occasion reaching back to rub her still sore neck muscles.

Ten minutes of silence, with the exception of the sound of quills scraping against parchment, later, Hermione suddenly felt the warmth of fingers on her neck, fingers that were not her own. She jumped and whirled around while still seated, coming face to face with Draco. "What are you doing?" she asked, her voice cold despite the fact that she couldn't keep the curiosity out.

"You're driving me crazy with all the neck rolling and stuff. It's very distracting. So if you'll let me, I'm going to give you a real neck massage, and then you can stop and I can get some work done."

"No one said you had to do your work here, Malfoy," she responded.

"No, but it's too nice to be cooped up inside and everywhere else is teeming with people who are being too loud for me to do any work."

She couldn't argue with that, as it was the reason she had chosen this particular courtyard as well. "Is my presence here really bothering you that much?" she asked, her voice daring him to make some sort of rude comment.

"Your presence, no; your continuous distractions, yes."

"Fine then, if it's that important to you."

"You know, Granger, for this to work out, you have to turn around so you're not looking at my handsome face." In response, she merely gave him a death glare before turning back around.

In less than five minutes, she was a pile of goo under his ministrations, trying to hold back her sighs and moans. He had raised himself up onto his knees, looking down her top to her round, pert breasts for most of the time, not being able to restrain himself. Over the last year or so, the male population of Hogwarts had noticed that Hermione was growing into a pretty young woman, and Draco had been no exception. He had spent more time than he would care to admit, even to himself, imagining what it would be like to have her body beneath his, her calling out his name, but he knew that his father would have killed him for even thinking such things. So if this was the closest he would ever get to the muggleborn, so be it. He had a feeling it was closer than any of the other wizards, the way Potty and the Weasel were always with her, giving the impression that anyone who wanted to get to Hermione would have to go through them.**

~And ohhh I know I promised
Mmmm that I would try

But I, yes I, miss you
And it's killing inside~

**The week after that fateful hot spring day, Hermione had found herself pressed between a castle wall and Draco one night while doing rounds. That night she had given him her virginity, her need to be touched overwhelming. For the rest of the school year, they found time at least once a week for a rendezvous, neither mentioning their newest extra-curricular activities to their friends. After all, they weren't dating, or even really acknowledging each other in public except for a few snide words. They were simply shagging, releasing pent up aggressions into the other's body.

It was in the middle of July when Hermione received a letter attached to a nondescript owl while cleaning the den at Grimmauld Place. She opened the scroll and was immediately relived that she was alone in the room, recognizing Draco's fancy scrawl. She gave the bird a treat as she sat down in a chair, reading the words written to her. Draco wanted to see her, and he was hoping they could make some sort of arrangement. She turned the parchment around and pulled a quill from a drawer in a desk that sat against one wall, replying that she would see what she could do.

A week and a half later, they met up in the middle of a muggle mall, much to Draco's chagrin though he knew this was the best way for them not to be recognized. He pulled her into a public toilet where she apparated them to a muggle motel that she had reserved under a false name. Once they were in the room, he lost no time in removing her clothing, never letting her lips leave his own.

By the time he had pushed her onto the bed, she was completely naked and he was only wearing a long sleeved dress shirt with the top three buttons undone. Every time she tried to take the shirt off him he found something to keep her distracted and by the time he was pounding into her sopping core she had forgotten the shirt, her head tossed back as he nipped and sucked at her collarbone, her fingers threaded through his hair.

After they had both climaxed and were lying next to each other on the bed, he allowed her to remove his shirt, his heart pounding in his throat the entire time. Once the shirt was pulled free from his body, she saw the reason he had wanted to keep it on.

"When?" she asked, her eyes watering as she stared at the black skull and snake that marred his perfect flesh.

"On my birthday," he responded.

"I'm sorry," she told him, softly kissing his lips.

"It was my choice." There was a reason they never spoke of politics. They each knew what side the other was on, but this one mark made that divide seem more like a chasm.

"Though you have reminded me, I forgot to wish you a happy birthday," she said, deciding to ignore the Dark Mark that was seared into her lover's skin.

"Yes, you did," he replied, the beginnings of a smirk forming on his lips.

"I didn't buy you anything," she told him earnestly, the sparkle in her eyes belying her serious voice.

"I think you can make it up to me," he said, even as her mouth started its journey from his lips down his body.**

~I'll always be thankful
For the time we had
We were blessed
I should celebrate
But I feel too sad
All the wonderful memories
Just make me fall apart
And it feels like somebody's
Stabbed me in my heart~

**"Happy late Christmas," Draco greeted her as he pulled her in close for a kiss.

"Happy late Christmas," she murmured against his lips. "How was your holiday?" she asked.

"Not the best. Ever since Father got sent to Azkaban, Mother hasn't been herself," he replied, then asked, "Yours?"

"I'm sorry," she told him before continuing, not giving him a chance to tell her not to pity him. "I couldn't go to my parents, they're in hiding, and I have no idea where. So I went to stay with the Weasleys, but it wasn't the same."

Having had enough personal conversation, as nothing good could come from either of them elaborating on anything, he swooped back in, forcing his lips against her for a moment before she wilted under his touch, opening her lips to allow him entrance into her mouth.

"You need to unwrap you present," she told him as she pulled away.

"Mmmm …" he said, rubbing his nose against hers, "What did you get me?"

"Me," she responded with a smile, the smile that she knew made him weak at the knees, though he would never admit to such a thing.

"I think that may just be the best present I've ever been given," he said between kisses as he picked her up and brought her over to the bed. Once she was seated, he did just what she had suggested and started to carefully undress her, kissing and nipping at her skin as it was revealed and soon she was wearing nothing but a matching bra and undie set in Slytherin green.

He quickly divested himself of his own clothing before joining her on the bed, and he took his time in teasing her as he removed the last two pieces of cloth that separated her from him.

After he helped her shimmy out of her panties, he kissed his way back up her legs until he was right where he wanted to be, bringing his tongue to her folds as he pulled her pussy lips apart with his fingers. He licked her slit, varying from broad strokes of the tongue to staccato pulses as his fingers found their way in her core. It was when he simultaneously found her g-spot and nipped at the bud of her clit with his teeth that she was brought screaming over the edge.

Once he had finished lapping up her juices, his talented tongue worked its way up the rest of her body, paying attention to her stomach and her breasts. He tickled them with light touches before causing her to moan with pleasure at the warmth that spread over her nipple as he played with it in his mouth, rolling the bud over before sucking it hard into his mouth, stopping just this side of pain.

When he finally reached her face, he kissed her eyelids, her forehead, her cheeks, leaving her lips for last. When her tongue finally found his, she pressed her body up against his, wrapping her legs around his waist, begging him to fill her.

With his cock completely buried in her wet, soft heat, he had to work to control his actions so that they were slow and steady, kissing her and breathing in every small gasp and mewling noise she made as he made love to her for the first time, keeping the steady pace while slowly bringing them both to orgasm.

After they lay there spent, he gathered her up in his arms, and there were only two words to explain what she felt at that moment: loved, and safe.**

~And ohhh I know I promised
Mmmm that I wouldn't cry

But I, yes I, miss you
And it's killing inside
Ooh well I, yes I, miss you
Want you by my side

Walking, holding hands
Talking, making plans
Touching my heart my soul~

**It was February and Hermione and Draco were in the Room of Requirement studying for N.E.W.T.'s. Throughout the year, Draco had become increasingly pale and had lost a lot of weight that he couldn't really afford to lose. He had become withdrawn from his friends and while he still showed up to all of his classes, his grades were slipping almost as fast as his attention.

Hermione knew there was something wrong with him, but she didn't say anything to him. She also knew that she was his one refuge of whatever it was that was going on his life. Therefore, they worked together, often with her teaching him what he hadn't learned in class.

He let out a scream of frustration and shoved his books away from him, various parchments fluttering to the floor. "I don't understand this," he said, his voice tight with anger.

"Do you want to take a break?" Hermione asked, running her fingers down his front. He caught her hands with his own and pulled her into his lap, kissing her hungrily. She moved so she was straddling him, grinding herself against his burgeoning erection, moaning into his mouth at the contact.

He stood up with her, sitting her on the space where his books had previously been. In the blink of an eye he had his trousers unbuttoned and around his ankles, accompanied by his boxers. In one swift movement, he was sheathed to the hilt inside her, helped along by her heels that were digging into his ass, pulling him into her.

His assault on her pussy was unrelenting as he worked out his frustrations on her body. She grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled him down to her for a bruising kiss, her hands roaming up and down his back under his shirt, leaving long scratches behind in her wake. She raised up from the table, meeting him with every thrust until he was almost to his peak, when his hand came down between them to make sure that she came with him.

His seed spurted into her for the third time in the previous hour and a half and he lay on top of her body, crushing her against the table as he caught his breath. After a couple of minutes, she reached down and tapped him gently on the ass and he moved so he was laying on the table next to her, allowing her to breathe now that her lungs could inflate properly.

She eventually got off the table, smoothing down her skirt and her hair as she sat back down on her chair, accio'ing her work. A couple minutes later Draco followed her lead, though this time when he started to have issues with his arithmancy, they moved over to a couch that had appeared so she could teach him the formulas in comfort.

Forty minutes later, Draco finally understood everything that had been taught in Arithmancy over the previous two weeks. As a reward, Hermione's hand found its way down his pants, stroking his cock to fullness as she nipped at his ear. At the moaned word "Please," she pulled his trousers and boxers down once more and brought her mouth to meet her hand on his swollen organ.

Her mouth never left his cock as her hands moved over his body, playing with his balls and stroking the coarser hair of his groin as well as the path of hair leading down from his stomach. When she finally moved away from him she stood up, glancing down at her watch.

He got up as well, once again pulling up and belting his lower garments. He roughly pulled her to him and gently kissed both of her eyelids. "What would I do without you?" he asked, more to himself than to her.

"Fail Arithmancy and make do with your hand?" she suggested cheekily.

He swatted her ass playfully and led her to the door, where she took her leave as he waited a few more minutes before he left as well.**


~I wish this could be
A happy song
But my happiness disappeared
The moment you were gone
Tell me it's not happening
Say it's not as it seems
Tell me that I'm gonna wake up
It's just a bad dream
Please tell me that it's fiction
Tell me it's just a lie
Whatever you choose to tell me
Please say he didn't die~

**Hermione and Luna were sitting in the corridor outside Snape's office, for what seemed like forever, when Professor Flitwick came while muttering about Death Eaters. When Snape came out of the room saying that Flitwick had passed out, neither girl thought anything of it and went to go see what they could do for the diminutive charms professor. After trying to get him to wake up for over ten minutes, they decided to levitate him to the hospital wing.

It took almost fifteen minutes to make the trip from the dungeons, and once they arrived Madame Pomfrey refused to let them out of her sight, in effect not allowing them to go join the fight. Not that they even knew where the fight was actually taking place anyway.

Soon enough the wounded started arriving, and Hermione was more than happy to see the faces of each of her friends and members of the Order alive, if not well. Not knowing what to do, she sat next to the bed that held Bill Weasley, holding his hand as Madame Pomfrey tried spell after spell on him, eventually giving up and resorting to potions.

Eventually Harry and Ginny returned to the infirmary with the news of the death of the headmaster. Harry told his story of what happened to everyone, including the part where Draco had orchestrated the whole thing, but couldn't follow through.

When he was done and everyone was listening to the phoenix song, Hermione looked up at the group that was huddled together in the large room. "What happened to Malfoy? Did he go with Snape?" she asked of them.

"No, he was killed by a stray curse from that big Death Eater," Ron responded.

"And where is his body?" she asked, her voice wavering, though no one noticed.

"Probably still in the hallway," he said in the same careless way.

"Excuse me," she said before racing from the infirmary and up the stairs until she was at the astronomy tower. Draco was on the floor and if not for the expression on his face, he could be sleeping in the middle of the hall.

She collapsed onto the ground next to him, her legs no longer having the strength to hold her up. "Oh, Draco," she whispered, tears rolling down her face as she closed his eyes with her fingers and caressed his cheek. Before she knew it, she was sobbing into his still warm chest.

She was found not a minute later when Harry, Ron, Ginny, Luna, Remus and Tonks arrived on the scene, having followed her from the infirmary. She felt a hand on her shoulder, alerting her to the presence that she had not heard over her own cries. She unburied her head from Draco's robes and looked up to see Ron hovering over her.

He had his hand held out to her, and his face was clearly puzzled. "Come on, Hermione. There's no use crying over the ferret. He may not have deserved to die, but he was still a git to you, to all of us."

Hermione just stared up at him, her still running eyes turned to steel. "Fuck you, Ronald Weasley," she spat out at him.

"Hermione," Harry intervened, stepping forward, his face full of sorrow for Dumbledore, "Ron is an insensitive prat, and you know that. But he's not wrong. Malfoy hated us, and we hated him. Come on with us back to the common room."

She looked up into those bright green eyes that were pleading with her. She shook her head at him. "I'm staying with Draco. He shouldn't be left alone, not like this," she said softly, her tears coming fresh again as she looked down to her lover, her love.

"But, why?" Ron demanded heatedly.

"Because I love him," she whispered.

"What!" came the resounding chorus of almost everyone; however, only Luna did not look shocked by this news.

"I said that I love him, and I'm not leaving him. If you're just going to stand here and talk shit about him, go away. I am going to stay with him until someone from the Ministry comes to take him." Having said her peace, she leaned across his chest, burying her face in the crook of his neck, her arms on the cold floor encircling his head like a halo.

She heard sounds of disgust and footsteps leading away before another touch came to her back. This time it was Luna, who was whispering nonsensical comforts into her ear as she sat down next to Hermione, wrapping her arms around her while still making sure not to touch the cooling body that Hermione was ensconced with.**

~And I, yes I, miss you
And it's killing inside
Ooh well I, yes I, miss you
Want you by my side
Ooh well I, miss you
Want you by my side
Back here by my side
Here by my side~

Hermione woke up after a short fitful sleep, her dreams filled with Draco and his death. Tomorrow was the last day of school; everyone would be leaving for the summer, assuming that the school would reopen next year. However, for Hermione, that thought brought her no comfort. This was where she had been her happiest. This was where she had fallen in love. This was where her love was ripped away from her and her friends left her because of who she had chosen to love.

She pulled out her best dress robes and put them on in the dark, careful not to wake up the other inhabitants of the room. She then went over to her side table drawer and grabbed a small vial that she had ordered from a catalogue and had arrived only two days before.

She made her way to the astronomy tower despite the fact that the whole area was closed down for renovation from all the damage that had been done during the fight. There had been one caving since then, but she didn't mind. She found herself here almost every day, curled up on the spot where she had last laid eyes on Draco.

She pulled the vial out of her pocket and brought it to her lips before laying down on the spot on the floor that had become so comforting to her. It didn't take long for the potent poison to work its way into her system, shutting down all her vital organs until she was forever gone, to join her love in the afterlife.