The Man Who Can't Be Moved
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
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Adult
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1
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3,218
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4
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The Man Who Can't Be Moved
The Man Who Can't Be Moved by EmeraldRosalie
Draco looked up at the large glass panelled window, which he had been staring out constantly for the past week. He could make out slight movement behind the glass as the occupier of the flat played out their everyday life inside it. He just wanted one glimpse of her, that would be enough to satisfy him on this cold November night. He knew he looked pathetic as he took up his stoop on the corner of the street, conjuring a squashy arm chair, much like Dumbledore used to. He sat down, ignoring the curious glances of the passers by, and rubbed his hands together.
This was going to be a long night.
*
Hermione stood watching him peer upward into her flat, her Notice Me Not charm working perfectly. She sighed as she watched him conjure up an armchair and take a seat. It had been over a week since she had told him it was over. His reluctance to make their relationship public had driven her to this point, she had her reservations about revealing their relationship to the entire wizarding world, but at least she wanted to do it. Draco had refused on countless occasions, telling her he was all too selfish to have to share her with anyone else.
She wondered perhaps if it was because of Lucius and Narcissa, that he refused to go public with her? The Malfoy patriarch had been actively searching for a wife for his apparently single son, for a good few years now. Draco had refused each and every woman, having secretly been with Hermione for nearly two years. He had told her he loved her every single day that had been together, but was his love behind closed doors really enough for her? In the end it wasn’t.
*
Draco knew Hermione better than she knew herself. He knew she wouldn’t come back to him without getting what she wanted the most, and he knew he could stand to lose everything if he publicly declared his relationship with the Gryffindor Muggleborn. His father would be furious and he would be swiftly disinherited. Not that he really cared about the money, he had enough of his own. He didn’t know what held him back from telling everyone just how much he really did love Hermione. Maybe it was the fact that she had never really said it back to him.
She had always told him that she wasn’t the sort of person to go around open expressing her feelings, preferring to show him how much she cared. But there comes a time in everyone’s life where words can mean more than actions. He just wanted to hear her say it, was it really to much to ask? Draco thought it wasn’t.
As the wind started to pick up, Draco stood and vanished the arm chair, and apparated to the manor, heading straight for the attic. He quickly grabbed his fathers three storey tent which he used for his frequent hunting trips with Severus, and returned to Hermione’s street. He proceeded to set up the tent on the corner of the road, in clear view of her living room window, and settled down for the night.
*
He was woken by a soft rapping on the door of the tent, and quickly moved to open it, hoping and praying it was Hermione. He grimaced as he came face to face with Auror Potter, Hermione’s best friend. Potter stared down at him with soft eyes, something that Draco was not familiar with in the slightest, and it unnerved him.
“What do you want, Potter?” he asked harshly.
“You need to move, Malfoy,” said Harry, as he glanced back at Hermione’s window.
“I’m staying here, even if it takes a month or a year,” he said fiercely.
“What is all this about?” he asked.
“Its between me and Hermione, Potter,” said Draco.
“Hermione? Since when have you called her Hermione?” he asked.
“Listen Potter, I’m not going to sit here and spill my soul out like a poof,”
“Jesus, Malfoy! You and Hermione?” he asked.
“Its been me and her, for the last two years,” he said.
“Two years? You been together for two years?” said Harry, the shock ringing through his features.
“Well we were together for two years, she broke it off last week.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m too pig headed and selfish to share her. It was easier this way.”
“Just because it’s easier, doesn’t make it the right choice.”
“Gods Potter, you sound just like Dumbledore.” said Draco.
“You say that like it’s a bad thing.” smiled Harry, whose eye’s took on a Dumbledore-like mischievous plan twinkle.
*
Hermione stirred her coffee absent mindedly as she unfolded her morning copy of the Daily Prophet. She laid the paper flat on her kitchen table and proceeded to gasp at the headline.
‘HAVE YOU SEEN THIS GIRL?”
Beneath the headline was a picture of herself and Draco, smiling happily into the camera. She felt her eyes fill with tears as she watched the animated Draco lean over and kiss her softly. She knew she had wounded Draco by not telling her she loved him, like he had told her oh so many times. She did love him more than anything, and wanted to tell everyone. Was this Draco’s public surrender?
Loved and missed by her boyfriend, Mr Draco Malfoy, Miss Hermione Granger is requested to look out her window when she receives this mornings edition of the Daily Prophet. There she will find proof if his devotion and commitment to their relationship. When asked of the depth of his devotion to Miss Granger, Mr Malfoy declared that he had slept rough for several nights, hoping to get a glimpse of his beloved. He had resisted Auror interference, has refused help, and has therefore been branded ’The Man Who Cant Be Moved’. We here at the Daily Prophet hope that Miss Granger can indeed succeed at moving Mr Malfoy.
Hermione dropped the paper and flew to the window, letting out a sharp cry as she took in the scene below her. Draco was on his knees in the middle of her road, his gaze fixed upon her window. In his hand was a small black box. She looked out over the small crowd that had gathered, and smiled. There behind Draco, were Harry, Ron and Ginny.
“Hermione!” boomed Draco, His voice amplified by the Sonorous charm, “Will you marry me?”
She flung open the window and screamed “YES!”
There on the corner of her road, for the first of many times, Hermione told Draco she loved him, and later that month they became Mr and Mrs Malfoy. He may have been broke, but he wasn’t broken hearted anymore.
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Very brief drabble, but here it is! Based on the song of the same name by The Scripts!
Draco looked up at the large glass panelled window, which he had been staring out constantly for the past week. He could make out slight movement behind the glass as the occupier of the flat played out their everyday life inside it. He just wanted one glimpse of her, that would be enough to satisfy him on this cold November night. He knew he looked pathetic as he took up his stoop on the corner of the street, conjuring a squashy arm chair, much like Dumbledore used to. He sat down, ignoring the curious glances of the passers by, and rubbed his hands together.
This was going to be a long night.
*
Hermione stood watching him peer upward into her flat, her Notice Me Not charm working perfectly. She sighed as she watched him conjure up an armchair and take a seat. It had been over a week since she had told him it was over. His reluctance to make their relationship public had driven her to this point, she had her reservations about revealing their relationship to the entire wizarding world, but at least she wanted to do it. Draco had refused on countless occasions, telling her he was all too selfish to have to share her with anyone else.
She wondered perhaps if it was because of Lucius and Narcissa, that he refused to go public with her? The Malfoy patriarch had been actively searching for a wife for his apparently single son, for a good few years now. Draco had refused each and every woman, having secretly been with Hermione for nearly two years. He had told her he loved her every single day that had been together, but was his love behind closed doors really enough for her? In the end it wasn’t.
*
Draco knew Hermione better than she knew herself. He knew she wouldn’t come back to him without getting what she wanted the most, and he knew he could stand to lose everything if he publicly declared his relationship with the Gryffindor Muggleborn. His father would be furious and he would be swiftly disinherited. Not that he really cared about the money, he had enough of his own. He didn’t know what held him back from telling everyone just how much he really did love Hermione. Maybe it was the fact that she had never really said it back to him.
She had always told him that she wasn’t the sort of person to go around open expressing her feelings, preferring to show him how much she cared. But there comes a time in everyone’s life where words can mean more than actions. He just wanted to hear her say it, was it really to much to ask? Draco thought it wasn’t.
As the wind started to pick up, Draco stood and vanished the arm chair, and apparated to the manor, heading straight for the attic. He quickly grabbed his fathers three storey tent which he used for his frequent hunting trips with Severus, and returned to Hermione’s street. He proceeded to set up the tent on the corner of the road, in clear view of her living room window, and settled down for the night.
*
He was woken by a soft rapping on the door of the tent, and quickly moved to open it, hoping and praying it was Hermione. He grimaced as he came face to face with Auror Potter, Hermione’s best friend. Potter stared down at him with soft eyes, something that Draco was not familiar with in the slightest, and it unnerved him.
“What do you want, Potter?” he asked harshly.
“You need to move, Malfoy,” said Harry, as he glanced back at Hermione’s window.
“I’m staying here, even if it takes a month or a year,” he said fiercely.
“What is all this about?” he asked.
“Its between me and Hermione, Potter,” said Draco.
“Hermione? Since when have you called her Hermione?” he asked.
“Listen Potter, I’m not going to sit here and spill my soul out like a poof,”
“Jesus, Malfoy! You and Hermione?” he asked.
“Its been me and her, for the last two years,” he said.
“Two years? You been together for two years?” said Harry, the shock ringing through his features.
“Well we were together for two years, she broke it off last week.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m too pig headed and selfish to share her. It was easier this way.”
“Just because it’s easier, doesn’t make it the right choice.”
“Gods Potter, you sound just like Dumbledore.” said Draco.
“You say that like it’s a bad thing.” smiled Harry, whose eye’s took on a Dumbledore-like mischievous plan twinkle.
*
Hermione stirred her coffee absent mindedly as she unfolded her morning copy of the Daily Prophet. She laid the paper flat on her kitchen table and proceeded to gasp at the headline.
‘HAVE YOU SEEN THIS GIRL?”
Beneath the headline was a picture of herself and Draco, smiling happily into the camera. She felt her eyes fill with tears as she watched the animated Draco lean over and kiss her softly. She knew she had wounded Draco by not telling her she loved him, like he had told her oh so many times. She did love him more than anything, and wanted to tell everyone. Was this Draco’s public surrender?
Loved and missed by her boyfriend, Mr Draco Malfoy, Miss Hermione Granger is requested to look out her window when she receives this mornings edition of the Daily Prophet. There she will find proof if his devotion and commitment to their relationship. When asked of the depth of his devotion to Miss Granger, Mr Malfoy declared that he had slept rough for several nights, hoping to get a glimpse of his beloved. He had resisted Auror interference, has refused help, and has therefore been branded ’The Man Who Cant Be Moved’. We here at the Daily Prophet hope that Miss Granger can indeed succeed at moving Mr Malfoy.
Hermione dropped the paper and flew to the window, letting out a sharp cry as she took in the scene below her. Draco was on his knees in the middle of her road, his gaze fixed upon her window. In his hand was a small black box. She looked out over the small crowd that had gathered, and smiled. There behind Draco, were Harry, Ron and Ginny.
“Hermione!” boomed Draco, His voice amplified by the Sonorous charm, “Will you marry me?”
She flung open the window and screamed “YES!”
There on the corner of her road, for the first of many times, Hermione told Draco she loved him, and later that month they became Mr and Mrs Malfoy. He may have been broke, but he wasn’t broken hearted anymore.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Very brief drabble, but here it is! Based on the song of the same name by The Scripts!