A Beautiful Disaster
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
6,172
Reviews:
11
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0
Currently Reading:
0
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A Beautiful Disaster
BEAUTIFUL DISASTER
By: Snapes_Goddess
Inspired by the song A Beautiful Disaster by Jon McLaughlin
She loves her mama's lemonade,
Hates the sounds that goodbyes make.
She prays one day she'll find someone to need her.
She swears that there's no difference,
Between the lies and complements.
It's all the same if everybody leaves her.
She was sleeping now. Her face turned towards him on the pillow they shared, her lips swollen and red from his kisses, her cheeks flushed from his loving. A soft smile tugged at the corners of her mouth as the early morning sunlight filtered through the sheers and cast her in a golden glow. He loved waking up to find her beside him, loving her slowly as the sun came up, before she had the chance to awaken and slip from his bed. Soon she would leave him, she would go about her day as though she had not just spent the entire night wrapped in his arms.
She opened her eyes slowly and smiled.
“Good morning.” She whispered.
“Good morning, Sweetheart.” He said.
“It’s time for me to go.” She sighed, squinting against the morning sun.
“Don’t go, stay with me.” He said, taking her hand and bringing it to his lips. She smiled broader and snuggled close.
“I wish I could, but I need to get back before they realize I am gone.” She said. She referred to her friends, the two of them had lives and loves of their own yet still expected her to be with them, to guide them and clean up their messes. She couldn’t tell them no because more than anything in the world she wanted to be needed. Why couldn’t she see how much he needed her?
He watched her slip from the bed and dress. She smiled, leaned in to kiss him, and then left without a word. She never said goodbye, said she just couldn’t stand the finality of the word, so she said nothing; she merely smiled and drifted away.
How many mornings had they done this? How many times in the last two years had he begged her to tell her friends about them, to put their relationship in the open so they could move forward? Still she put him off, not convinced that he was in for the long haul and afraid that her friends would leave her.
And every magazine tells her she's not good enough,
The pictures that she sees make her cry.
And she would change everything, everything just ask her.
Caught in the in between of beautiful disaster,
And she needs someone to take her home.
He supposed that part of that was his fault, her belief that he wasn’t as serious as he claimed. His position in society made his appearance at certain events necessary and unfortunately he had been photographed with more than one lovely debutante. A simple, innocent greeting of kissing their cheeks turned into tabloid fodder.
Every one of those pictures tore at her heart, no matter that she knew he was faithful to her. She would never look like those perfect women in the photographs with their long, lean figures and perfect hair. She would always be small, curvy and her hair was just uncontrollable. She offered on more than one occasion to let him go, to let him move on with one of those perfect women who looked so good on his arm.
She didn’t understand that those women were not what he wanted, he wanted her. He told her that if she would just let them come out in the open then she would be with him at those events and those photographs would be of the two of them. She just shook her head and said that the world wouldn’t understand that she would never fit in his world.
She's giving boys what they want, tries to act so nonchalant,
Afraid they'll see that she's lost her direction.
She never stays the same for long,
Assuming that she'll get it wrong.
Perfect only in her imperfection.
He showered and dressed his mind on the woman who held his heart in her hands. Did she know how easily she could break him? She was so concerned with her friend’s reactions, so worried that they would think her mad for forgiving him, for loving him that she didn’t realize she was tearing him apart.
They suspected she was with someone, how could they not? She was with him every night, meeting him for dinner in his home and sleeping in his bed, she went to her own flat for nothing more than to change clothing before going to work. He wanted it out, wanted to love her openly for the world to see. He wanted to be able to go to her office and have lunch, to take her to a nice restaurant and to the cinema or the theater. He was tired of hiding.
She's not a drama queen,
She doesn't want to feel this way, only seventeen but tired
She would change everything for happy ever after.
Caught in the in between of beautiful disaster,
But she just needs someone to take her home.
She was easy enough to find, sitting in the park and watching her friends play an informal game of Quidditch. She was drinking from a plastic cup and smiling at something the Weasley girl was saying. It wasn’t a real smile, not like she had given him only hours earlier, but the mask of a smile that she wore for her friends.
He hoped she would forgive him for what he was about to do. He knew she wouldn’t make a scene; it wasn’t who she was, but he knew if he didn’t do it they would forever live in the darkness, sneaking around and being miserable. He leaned against a tree and conjured a green and black butterfly, the wings brightly colored and accented with silver, with a gentle breath he blew on the wings and it took flight, landing on the top of her hand.
Immediately she noted the colors and smiled, she knew who it was from. She bit her lip and looked around the park, their eyes meeting. She knew the moment he came towards her that he was tired of waiting, he had come for her, come to claim her before everyone.
“Oi, what’s Malfoy doing here?” Ron Weasley asked, dismounting his broom.
“He’s coming over, I wonder what he wants?” Harry became very aware that he was looking at Hermione and no one else. “Mione, what’s going on?”
Draco stopped in front of her, love shining in his eyes as he looked down at her.
“Are you ready, Love?” He asked, extending his hand.
“Ready? Love? Mione?” Harry looked from her to Draco then back to her. She looked at her friends with desperation in her eyes then at Draco with such longing, such love that it became clear to them all. She put her hand in his and let him pull her to her feet.
“Let’s go.” He whispered, leaning in to kiss her lips gently.
“Go? Go where?” Ron asked, trying to figure out just what was happening.
“I’m here to take her home.” Draco said quietly.
“Since when do you care?” Ginny piped up.
“Since I fell in love with her two years ago.” Draco said. “We’ve kept it quiet for you, so you wouldn’t be upset by it, but I’m tired of hiding, I’m tired of secrets. I love her and she loves me, you are just going to have to learn to accept it.”
“You love her? Hermione?” Ron asked incredulously. He didn’t realize how cruelly his words affected her. Even her friends seemed to think she wasn’t good enough for him.
“Yes, I love her and you need to watch what you say, Weasel, I wont have you hurting her.” Draco put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her close. Ron saw the way his words hit her.
“I’m sorry, Mione.” Ron said softly. “It’s just that the two of you are so different…”
“Not so different.” Draco said. “For two years I have sat back and let her put you before her own happiness, it stops here. You don’t appreciate what she has done for you and you don’t appreciate her. You take her for granted, but I never will.”
“Draco…why now?” Hermione asked him softly.
“I’m sorry, my love, I am tired of waiting, I love you, I want…no, I need to marry you, to make a life with you. It’s time.” He said, his hands cupping her face.
“You deserve better than me, a wife who fits in with your elegant, wealthy lifestyle, not a frumpy bookworm for a wife.” She said, her insecurity showing.
“Nonsense, you are perfect. And what makes you perfect for me is that I love you and could never love another.” He said, kissing her right there in front of god and everyone.
“Alright, Draco…take me home.” She said, resting her head on his chest as he disapparated them from sight. She didn’t look back to see if her friends were upset, to see how they reacted. This was what she wanted, a life in the open with Draco, to be his wife, to bear his children. She would give up everything for him, for happy ever after.
Cuz she's just the way she is, but no ones told her that's ok.
And she would change everything, everything just ask her.
Caught in the in between of beautiful disaster,
And she would change everything for happy ever after.
Caught in the in between of beautiful disaster
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Dedicated to SS......I wasnt going to post it, but at your urging and because you loved it so, I did.
Thanks to ladyvoldemort87 for her encouragement as well, XXX..
By: Snapes_Goddess
Inspired by the song A Beautiful Disaster by Jon McLaughlin
She loves her mama's lemonade,
Hates the sounds that goodbyes make.
She prays one day she'll find someone to need her.
She swears that there's no difference,
Between the lies and complements.
It's all the same if everybody leaves her.
She was sleeping now. Her face turned towards him on the pillow they shared, her lips swollen and red from his kisses, her cheeks flushed from his loving. A soft smile tugged at the corners of her mouth as the early morning sunlight filtered through the sheers and cast her in a golden glow. He loved waking up to find her beside him, loving her slowly as the sun came up, before she had the chance to awaken and slip from his bed. Soon she would leave him, she would go about her day as though she had not just spent the entire night wrapped in his arms.
She opened her eyes slowly and smiled.
“Good morning.” She whispered.
“Good morning, Sweetheart.” He said.
“It’s time for me to go.” She sighed, squinting against the morning sun.
“Don’t go, stay with me.” He said, taking her hand and bringing it to his lips. She smiled broader and snuggled close.
“I wish I could, but I need to get back before they realize I am gone.” She said. She referred to her friends, the two of them had lives and loves of their own yet still expected her to be with them, to guide them and clean up their messes. She couldn’t tell them no because more than anything in the world she wanted to be needed. Why couldn’t she see how much he needed her?
He watched her slip from the bed and dress. She smiled, leaned in to kiss him, and then left without a word. She never said goodbye, said she just couldn’t stand the finality of the word, so she said nothing; she merely smiled and drifted away.
How many mornings had they done this? How many times in the last two years had he begged her to tell her friends about them, to put their relationship in the open so they could move forward? Still she put him off, not convinced that he was in for the long haul and afraid that her friends would leave her.
And every magazine tells her she's not good enough,
The pictures that she sees make her cry.
And she would change everything, everything just ask her.
Caught in the in between of beautiful disaster,
And she needs someone to take her home.
He supposed that part of that was his fault, her belief that he wasn’t as serious as he claimed. His position in society made his appearance at certain events necessary and unfortunately he had been photographed with more than one lovely debutante. A simple, innocent greeting of kissing their cheeks turned into tabloid fodder.
Every one of those pictures tore at her heart, no matter that she knew he was faithful to her. She would never look like those perfect women in the photographs with their long, lean figures and perfect hair. She would always be small, curvy and her hair was just uncontrollable. She offered on more than one occasion to let him go, to let him move on with one of those perfect women who looked so good on his arm.
She didn’t understand that those women were not what he wanted, he wanted her. He told her that if she would just let them come out in the open then she would be with him at those events and those photographs would be of the two of them. She just shook her head and said that the world wouldn’t understand that she would never fit in his world.
She's giving boys what they want, tries to act so nonchalant,
Afraid they'll see that she's lost her direction.
She never stays the same for long,
Assuming that she'll get it wrong.
Perfect only in her imperfection.
He showered and dressed his mind on the woman who held his heart in her hands. Did she know how easily she could break him? She was so concerned with her friend’s reactions, so worried that they would think her mad for forgiving him, for loving him that she didn’t realize she was tearing him apart.
They suspected she was with someone, how could they not? She was with him every night, meeting him for dinner in his home and sleeping in his bed, she went to her own flat for nothing more than to change clothing before going to work. He wanted it out, wanted to love her openly for the world to see. He wanted to be able to go to her office and have lunch, to take her to a nice restaurant and to the cinema or the theater. He was tired of hiding.
She's not a drama queen,
She doesn't want to feel this way, only seventeen but tired
She would change everything for happy ever after.
Caught in the in between of beautiful disaster,
But she just needs someone to take her home.
She was easy enough to find, sitting in the park and watching her friends play an informal game of Quidditch. She was drinking from a plastic cup and smiling at something the Weasley girl was saying. It wasn’t a real smile, not like she had given him only hours earlier, but the mask of a smile that she wore for her friends.
He hoped she would forgive him for what he was about to do. He knew she wouldn’t make a scene; it wasn’t who she was, but he knew if he didn’t do it they would forever live in the darkness, sneaking around and being miserable. He leaned against a tree and conjured a green and black butterfly, the wings brightly colored and accented with silver, with a gentle breath he blew on the wings and it took flight, landing on the top of her hand.
Immediately she noted the colors and smiled, she knew who it was from. She bit her lip and looked around the park, their eyes meeting. She knew the moment he came towards her that he was tired of waiting, he had come for her, come to claim her before everyone.
“Oi, what’s Malfoy doing here?” Ron Weasley asked, dismounting his broom.
“He’s coming over, I wonder what he wants?” Harry became very aware that he was looking at Hermione and no one else. “Mione, what’s going on?”
Draco stopped in front of her, love shining in his eyes as he looked down at her.
“Are you ready, Love?” He asked, extending his hand.
“Ready? Love? Mione?” Harry looked from her to Draco then back to her. She looked at her friends with desperation in her eyes then at Draco with such longing, such love that it became clear to them all. She put her hand in his and let him pull her to her feet.
“Let’s go.” He whispered, leaning in to kiss her lips gently.
“Go? Go where?” Ron asked, trying to figure out just what was happening.
“I’m here to take her home.” Draco said quietly.
“Since when do you care?” Ginny piped up.
“Since I fell in love with her two years ago.” Draco said. “We’ve kept it quiet for you, so you wouldn’t be upset by it, but I’m tired of hiding, I’m tired of secrets. I love her and she loves me, you are just going to have to learn to accept it.”
“You love her? Hermione?” Ron asked incredulously. He didn’t realize how cruelly his words affected her. Even her friends seemed to think she wasn’t good enough for him.
“Yes, I love her and you need to watch what you say, Weasel, I wont have you hurting her.” Draco put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her close. Ron saw the way his words hit her.
“I’m sorry, Mione.” Ron said softly. “It’s just that the two of you are so different…”
“Not so different.” Draco said. “For two years I have sat back and let her put you before her own happiness, it stops here. You don’t appreciate what she has done for you and you don’t appreciate her. You take her for granted, but I never will.”
“Draco…why now?” Hermione asked him softly.
“I’m sorry, my love, I am tired of waiting, I love you, I want…no, I need to marry you, to make a life with you. It’s time.” He said, his hands cupping her face.
“You deserve better than me, a wife who fits in with your elegant, wealthy lifestyle, not a frumpy bookworm for a wife.” She said, her insecurity showing.
“Nonsense, you are perfect. And what makes you perfect for me is that I love you and could never love another.” He said, kissing her right there in front of god and everyone.
“Alright, Draco…take me home.” She said, resting her head on his chest as he disapparated them from sight. She didn’t look back to see if her friends were upset, to see how they reacted. This was what she wanted, a life in the open with Draco, to be his wife, to bear his children. She would give up everything for him, for happy ever after.
Cuz she's just the way she is, but no ones told her that's ok.
And she would change everything, everything just ask her.
Caught in the in between of beautiful disaster,
And she would change everything for happy ever after.
Caught in the in between of beautiful disaster
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Dedicated to SS......I wasnt going to post it, but at your urging and because you loved it so, I did.
Thanks to ladyvoldemort87 for her encouragement as well, XXX..