Just Can't Live a Lie

Just Can't Live a Lie


Hermione sighed as she packed up her trunk, her old faithful companion and holder of everything she has ever had. This was the last night of her seven-year education at Hogwarts, and she could not be more melancholy if she tried. These walls held the best seven years of her life, minus the one she spent fighting Voldemort, who was now gladly dead and buried.

It had taken a lot of persuading to get Harry back for his seventh year, but the moment he walked through the portrait of the Gryffindor common room, he sunk into the nearest armchair and proclaimed that he was home to stay. The last year in comparison to most was uneventful, and it pleased Hermione to no end.

Being Head girl brought many responsibilities and tasks, and Hermione relished in the respect the position brought her. The one downfall? Draco Malfoy. The pompous arrogant brat had done everything to get out of doing his tasks as Head boy, Head boy that was laughable. He spent the entire year acting as if the war had never happened, him and his pug faced companion Pansy Parkinson eating each other’s faces off every time she walked into the Heads common room, and it made Hermione’s blood boil.

Ok, so she couldn’t deny that Malfoy was good looking but did he have to flaunt it every goddamn moment of the day? Ok so his taunting of her person had stopped and she could count on one hand how many times he’d called her that foul name this year, but Draco Malfoy would never change…Or so she thought.

~*~

(Flashback)



Hermione snickered as she listened to Malfoy, who was completely unaware that he had left the bathroom door open a jar.

“You’re sexy, you’re rich, everybody loves you,” she heard the ferret say into the mirror.

Hermione laughed when she heard those words leave his mouth, who knew Malfoy was as self-loving as this?

“Yes that’s right Mudblood, suck my cock.” she heard him say breathily.

“What!” screeched Hermione as she shot up and pulled the door open.

“Shit!” squealed Draco, who was paying a visit to Mrs. Palm and her five beautiful daughters.

Hermione flushed and quickly covered her eyes, not before getting a quick glance at Malfoy’s family jewels, which was everything she had heard they were, no wonder Pansy was always smiling these days. Although with that thing you would think she would be walking like a penguin, thought Hermione.

“Granger….I…Err.” stuttered Draco.

“Is it safe to uncover my eyes?” asked Hermione.

“Yeah.” he said quietly.

Hermione breathed in quickly as she opened her eyes, breathing out with relief as she saw Malfoy, fully clothed. A smirk quickly appeared on her still slightly flushed face.

“Who would have thought it? You knocking one off while thinking about me?” she laughed.

Draco’s smirk matched hers, and he stood up and walked toward her.

“Who isn’t knocking one off, while thinking about the Head girl? Whose skirt has gotten a whole lot shorter, and whose rat nest like hair has finally calmed down, all in all Granger, you’ve become extremely fuckable.” he said as he took a step closer.

“What are you doing?” she said as his hand swept the hair away from her face.

“What every seventh year male with a dick wants to.” he said as he kissed her lips hungrily, nibbling slightly on her lower lip and she let him in without thinking.

Hermione was frozen on the spot, she could not pull away. What was Draco Malfoy doing kissing her?. when he pulled away, he looked her dead on in the eye and her heart stopped for a millisecond, she stumbled slightly, falling into Draco.

“Is this some sort of joke?” she asked as her head continued to spin.

“Does this feel like a joke Granger?” asked Draco, who took Hermione’s hand and pressed it to his erection.

“Malfoy, I don’t know what you’re trying to do, but it won’t work on me!” she said as she pulled her hand out his grasp and bolted out of the bathroom.

~*~


Hermione smiled as she recalled that fateful day, the catalyst to all her problems, the day that started the mutual obsession that the unlikely pair shared.

Well, you could not exactly call it an obsession, it more like a knowing glance in one another’s direction, a hungry glare every now again, tension in a filled room.

Parkinson, she had been the one to start the ball rolling, seeing her fawning all over Malfoy had set Hermione’s insides alight with fury, balling her fists under the table in the Great Hall, Hermione had watched as she stroked the blonds hair as he ate, blissfully unaware of how pathetic Pansy was acting.

~*~

(Flashback)

Cause hurtful words are all that we exchange
But I can't watch you walk away.


Hermione could hear her whiney voice before she’d even spoke the password to the Heads common room, and was not happy with what she saw.

Pansy Parkinson was semi- naked and writhing face down all over Malfoy’s lap while he looked away bored, Hermione was outraged that he would bring that…that…HARLOT into their common room and parade her round in front of her face.

Pansy shrieked as she saw Hermione walking toward her, her eyes flashing violently.

“Get out.” said Hermione simply.

Draco snickered and stood to his feet.

“Stay.” he shot in Pansy’s direction and she obeyed immediately.

“I said GET OUT!” shouted Hermione.

Pansy gathered her clothes quickly and threw them on, she could feel Hermione’s anger building and she did not want to be anywhere near the pissed off Head girl when she blew up. She threw an apologetic glance Draco’s way before she left the room.

“See now, Granger, that just wasn’t nice was it?” said Draco as he crossed his arms over his bare torso.

“Don’t you ever bring one of your groupies here again, this is a shared space, Malfoy, and that was disgusting!” she spat.
“You know what I think?” he asked.

“I don’t really care Malfoy.” she said with a glare.

“I think, you’re jealous.” he smirked.

Hermione spluttered indignantly.

“I am NOT jealous, Malfoy!” she screeched.

“See this,” he said as he pointed at Hermione’s person, “is what jealousy looks like.”

“You slimy little ferret!”

“Now now, Granger, we are no longer third years.” he drawled.

“Mentally, you still are in third year!” she hissed.

“What’s next Granger? Going to get fist happy?” he said with a smile.

“I hate you!” she spat.

“Do you know what I think?” he said as he closed the gap in-between them, “I think you like me Granger.”

“Like you? I don’t lik-”

Hermione was cut off by the familiar feeling of his lips on hers once more, his fingers wound through her hair and his arm crept round her waist, her brain was telling her to resist but her heart was screaming, More! More! More!

She kissed him back with as much passion as she could, she wanted to make him feel as she was feeling, she needed to get under his skin as he so had under hers, and she wanted to hurt him as if he had her. She wanted to leave her mark, so that everyone would know he was hers.

He pulled away panting.

“I didn’t think you had it in you.” he said with a slight smirk.
Hermione untangled herself from him and laughed.

“Well now you do.” she said as she walked away.

He smiled to himself as he watched her walk away, this was definitely not over.

~*~

Hermione remembered Narcissa Malfoy vividly from the final battle, a tall willowy woman with hair as white as snow. Hermione once thought she was a snotty Pureblood, who could not tell her arse from her elbow. However, Narcissa Malfoy was anything but all of thee above , she was a caring loving mother who would do anything for her son, to secure his happiness and his health.

It came as a shock to Hermione when she was slain by one of the last remaining Death Eaters in revenge for turning on their master when loyalty mattered the most.

~*~

(Flashback)

Some people fight,
And some people fall,
Others pretend,
They don't care at all,
If you wanna fight,
I'll stand right beside you,
The day that you fall,
I'll be right behind you,
To pick up the pieces,
If you don't believe me,
Then just look into my eyes,
Cause the heart never lies.

‘MALFOY MATRIACH SLAIN BY LAST LIVING DEATH EATERS’

Hermione’s stomach dropped when she read that headline, the Great Hall had erupted into whispers the moment the owls had delivered the papers. This must be the reason I haven’t seen Malfoy for days! she thought.

Overwhelming sadness enveloped her, and she found it hard to breathe, she had never more felt sorry for Malfoy now than in her who seven years of knowing him. Hermione’s heart clenched when she thought of what he must be going through, she knew how Narcissa had thought of Draco up until the very last moments of the final battle, the way herself and Lucius had ran through the halls of Hogwarts shouting his name, desperate to know where their son was.

It was with a heavy heart that Hermione approached Headmistress McGonagall at the staff table, she asked to be excused from classes that day for personal reasons, and the Headmistress didn’t question her.

As Hermione walked through the corridors of Hogwarts, a hundred different memories invaded her mind at once, Harry catching Neville’s Remembrall in first year, Malfoy’s first Quidditch match against Gryffindor, how Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy had watched proudly from the teachers box, how in third year Harry had scared the hell out of Malfoy under his fathers invisibility cloak.

Fourth year, her defining moment, the Yule Ball, Viktor Krum, being smiled at inside of snarled at by Malfoy, fifth year…Sirius dying, that sixth and fateful year…Dumbledore falling, defeated from the battlements, and last year…The Horcrux hunt, the locket, the cup, the diary, watching Tonks die in Remus’ arms, Fred’s last smile…Hermione barely held back the tears as she walked through the portrait whole no password needed to be uttered by the Head girl.

She found Malfoy curled up on the couch, his eyes glassy as he stared into the fire. She walked in front of him and kneeled down, and reluctantly reached a hand out and touched his face tenderly, he closed his eyes as he felt her touch, and her skin was so soft.

He backed up further into the couch and held the blanket open, no words were needed. She climbed in and lay down face to face with him, he placed the blanket over them and wrapped his arm around her, burying his face in her neck as his body shook with sobs.

Her hands found their way into his hair and she stroked it as he cried quietly, his hold on her waist never loosening. It felt like they had been laying in each others arms for hours when draco finally took his head from Hermione’s neck.

His red puffy eyes stared into Hermione’s, reading her face, looking for a sign, he needed her, he couldn’t bear at this moment to let her go.

He moved inward and tenderly kissed her lips.

“Draco?” asked Hermione.

“Please, I need this.” he said, his voice hoarse and low.

She only nodded and pressed her lips to his once more and he moved so that he was on top of her, her arms wound round his neck and pulled her closer to him, closing the gap between them, it felt as if they were encushioned in a warm cocoon, like the world was far away and they were the only two people in this imaginary bubble.

Hermione could feel his heavy breathing on her collar bone as he showered her with soft kisses, she needed to get this hot heavy sweater off her, she felt as if she was soaked, she pushed draco up with her hands and pulled both her shirt and jumper over her head and throwing them to the floor along with her Gryffindor tie.

Hermione’s hands ran down Draco’s smooth torso and to the drawstring on his black jogging pants, she stopped when his hands came over hers.

“Are you sure?” he asked hesitantly.

“I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t.” she replied

His hands came to rest on the waist of her skirt and she raised her hips allowing him to slide it down and pull it off, Draco took the time to observe her as he chest rose and fell, her glorious curls flowed down over the edge of the sumptuous sofa, shining softly from the dying embers of the fire.

Her breath was now coming in pants as they came together, skin on skin, Hermione unclasped the front opening of her bra leaving her bare, and ripe for the taking, Draco groaned and attached himself to her breast, tasting and teasing her taut pink nipples, repeating the actions on its twin, he bit down slightly eliciting a wondrous moan from the goddess writhing underneath him.

She fiddled with the drawstring of his pants before losing patience and yanking them down, before becoming reacquainted with her old friend from the bathroom, his glorious long thick cock stood to attention, its head coated with sticky pre-cum.

Hermione whimpered at the thought of it being inside of her, taking her to places she had only dreamed of, she bit her lip and looked up at the Adonis like figure above her, who in turn was imagining sinking himself into her tight channel and groaned aloud.

His fingers found her wet heat, and he stroked along her silken lips, and she arched into him, his lips latched on to hers and kissed her roughly, wanting to pour his emotion into her and rid him of this pain he was feeling, being with her made him forget, and he wanted to cling to her as long as he could.

He couldn’t wait any longer, he pulled her knickers down over her thighs, they rested on her calves, and he felt her kick them off, landing somewhere unknown on the floor. His cock came to rest snugly on her warm wet pussy, and he pushed in slowly, he moaned heartily as he took her virginity and became buried to the hilt in the throbbing walls of Hermione Granger.

She wrapped her legs around his waist and forced him even deeper than before, he loved how tight she was, and how with every thrust, her tight little pussy throbbed around cock, begging for his seed, he thrust in harder, deeper, and she cried out as she felt the stirrings of pleasure deep within her.

He moved more quickly, his cock sliding in and out of her like a piston, until she was screaming out his name as her pussy clamped down upon his cock, milking him for all he was worth, he wanted so badly to shoot his load in her, and continued to thrust, until he felt that snap in the base of his stomach and he came, shooting wave after wave of warm thick cum into her womb.

Their chest’s moved in perfect rhythm as they panted, he couldn’t help but stare into her eyes, they held such affection for him, when once there was nothing but distain and dislike. He knew he could never make up for everything he did but that did not mean he was not going to try.

He kissed her softly as he withdrew from her sated body, pulling the blanket over the two of them and closing his eyes from exhaustion.

He wasn’t awake when she moved his arms from around her, or when she tucked him up on the sofa before kissing his head and going to bed.


~*~


Her life had changed dramatically after that night, Draco was gone the next morning, he’d been allowed to go home for a week, for the reading of his mothers will and to plan her funeral, Hermione knew Draco was broken by his mothers death, it would be the thing that would turn him forever or it would make him into the man she knew he could be.

~*~

Could I forget the look that tells me that you want me?
And all the reasons that make loving you so easy
The kiss that always makes it hard to breathe
The way you know just what I mean


Draco had returned to school a very different person, void of all feeling. His demeanour was cold and cruel, but to Hermione he would always be that person, who astounded her with just one kiss, in that one experience, he had shown her who he really was.


It was that person who she fell in love with.

She would catch him sometimes looking over at her, a look of far off wonderment in his eye, like she was a prize he could never obtain, Harry was amused by Hermione’s little secret, but swore never to tell Ron, who she was sure secretly still nursed his crush upon her.

She knew Draco could never love her back, she knew he probably had a great capacity to love freely, but maybe just not to love her.

~*~


Hermione took one last look around her rooms as she shut her trunk and heard it click together as it locked magically, she was really leaving Hogwarts, her seven years here were up, she knew in her heart she would always be welcome here, she knew she would always be able to call it her home from home.

She placed a levitating charm on her trunk as she guided it down the stairs, it fell with a loud thump to the floor.

Hermione looked around the room and was surprised to see Malfoy sitting there by the fire, his school trunk placed near hers.

“Granger.” he nodded.

“Malfoy.” she replied.

“Sit with me?” he asked as he patted the seat next to him

She shrugged her shoulders and sat down.

“Do you ever wonder, Granger, what could have been?” he asked.

Hermione’s heart began to thump wildly in her chest.

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“Us, you and me.” he said as he gestured between them.

Before she had time to answer, he spoke.

“I did, it was all I thought about to be honest, for a long time.” he said.

“What?!” she asked outraged, “You never once indicated that you felt like that! I sat here night after night, falling for you and you never thought to tell me!”.

“I didn’t think you-Wait! Did you say you fell for me?” he asked wide-eyed.

“Yes I did Draco Malfoy, I fell hook, line and sinker!” she said.

“Get here!” he growled, and kissed her possessively before pulling her onto his lap.

“Wait!” she said and pulled away, “I’m not doing this to get hurt, if this is really happening, and we try ok?”.

“Shh, Granger, and start acting like my girlfriend.” he smirked.

“Oh I will,” she said as she kissed him, “You best start acting like my boyfriend then, Malfoy.”

He smiled and then held her close.

“I love you, Hermione Granger, you annoying bookworm.” he whispered.

“I love you too, you pompous arrogant ferret.” she laughed.

I know I could say we're through
And tell myself I'm over you
But even if I made a vow
I promise not to miss you now
And try to hide the truth inside
I'd fail cause I, I just can't live a lie


Lyrics belong to Carrie Underwood.