My Memory
Title: My Memory
Pairing: Hermione/Draco
Summary: “Cause I don’t want to leave here with you hating me, I know you hated me for five years and tolerated me for one, but I’d like to leave here with everything straight between us like it was almost all year.”
Rating: G/PG-13
Word Count: 1,412
Disclaimer: Harry Potter the series belongs to the genius mind of J.K Rowling. Memory belongs to the uber fucking wonderful Sugarcult who rock. The story belongs to me and my little odd mind.
A/N: Ok firstly Happy Valentines day to everyone. *hugs and kisses* This was going to be part of my West Astronomy Tower series but I changed my mind at the last moment. Anyway this is my V day story hope yall enjoy. ___________________________________________________________________
“Dance with me,” startled Hermione Granger looked behind her. When she turned her chocolate colored eyes met startlingly sincere stormy grey eyes.
“What?” she blinked thinking she had misheard the question.
“I asked you to dance with me.” the owner of the grey eyes repeated.
“No, go away,” Hermione said annoyed that he’d even bother to ask.
“Hermione stop being so stubborn,” he said.
“Stubborn I’m being, what a nice way to get someone to dance with you,” her voice dripping with sarcasm.
“Well then are you going to dance with me?” he teased.
“Go away Malfoy I have nothing to say to the likes of you,”
“Oh where back to Malfoy are we, Hermione,”
“Stop calling me that,” she snapped annoyed that he wouldn’t leave her in peace.
“What it’s your name isn’t it, or would you rather I call you know it all or mudblood?” he questioned.
“I’d rather you said nothing to me and leave me in peace,” she glared at him considering what would happen if she ‘accidentally’ pushed him off the tower where she was sitting. How long would it take for some one to notice that he wasn’t at the leaving dance? Probably till the next morning if they where unlucky, the day after because of the hangovers everyone would probably have.
“If you really wanted to be alone you’d never have come up here to our spot, you wanted me to find you, at least be honest with yourself if you won’t be with me,” Malfoy said rolling his eyes.
“This is my spot, the fact that you happen to know about doesn’t change that,” Hermione said glaring at him.
“Sure, whatever,” he rolled his eyes, “So dance with me,” he changed back to the original topic.
“No,” short and simple.
“OH come on this is the last time we’ll have to dance with each other, after tomorrow you’ll never see me again.” Malfoy reasoned.
“Why do you care so much if I dance with you or not, there plenty of girls down at the dance that’d love to dance with you?”
“Well firstly cause half I’ve danced with already and secondly there not you,” he said sitting down next to her even though he was not invited.
“Why do you care? Like you said after tomorrow I’ll never have to see you again, why can’t we just leave without you bothering me?” Hermione asked glancing at him from the corner of her eyes.
This may never start.
We could fall apart.
And I'd be your memory.
Lost your sense of fear.
Feelings insincere.
Can I be your memory?
“Well honest?” Draco said watching her.
“Yeah honest,” she said with a nodd.
“Cause I don’t want to leave here with you hating me, I know you hated me for five years and tolerated me for one, but I’d like to leave here with everything straight between us like it was almost all year.” He said looking out towards the forbidden forest.
“I didn’t hate you, you know for all those years,” she said softly brushing her hair out of her face.
“You didn’t, well you could of fooled me,”
“Yeah well I hated you in first through third year then after what happen at the World Cup, it made me rethink you, and I felt sorry for you,”
“Sorry for me, I think I’d rather you had hated me,” he said.
“Well I don’t think I could of, you where stuck in an bad place, it was either be evil and be everything that your father wanted you to be or become good and have your whole family turn against you, your whole house, and never be trusted on the light side, so either way you lost,”
“Yeah I guess that’s how I thought about it,” he said shrugging, “Though its was more I knew that no matter what I did I’d loss and I hate to loss,” he ended with a smirk.
So get back, back, back to where we lasted.
Just like I imagine.
I could never feel this way.
So get back, back, back to the disaster.
My heart's beating faster.
Holding on to feel the same.
“Come on,” Hermione said suddenly standing up.
“Where are we going?” he asked turning following her to the center of the room.
“NO where you just cant dance sitting down can you?” she said with a raised eyebrow.
This may never start.
I'll tear us apart.
Can I be your enemy?
Losing half a year.
Waiting for you here
I'd be your anything.
”I thought you weren’t going to dance with me,” he said taking her hand in his.
“I wasn’t but I changed my mind,” she shrugged
“Well wasn’t that a good thing,” he teased pulling her closer to his body.
So get back, back, back to where we lasted.
Just like I imagine.
I could never feel this way.
So get back, back, back to the disaster.
My heart's beating faster.
Holding on to feel the same.
”Yeah well it wasn’t for your winning personality, you can be sure of that,” she said reluctantly snuggling her body under his arms. As much as she had missed being in his arms this past month there was no way she was going to admit it first, she still had her pride if not her dignity.
“Well what was it then,” he said stiffly.
“Oh nothing its just,” she paused and looked over his shoulder collecting her thoughts.
“What?” he said impatiently.
“Oh hold your horses,”
“What?” he said confused at the muggle expression.
“Nothing, its nothings, as I was saying I may not be on the best of terms with you after our, highly publicized break up, but we had fun together this year, and I don’t want to,” she again stopped to think.
This may never start.
Tearing out my heart.
I'd be your memory.
Lost your sense of fear.
(I'd be your memory)
Feelings insincere.
Can I be your memory?
”I don’t want to lose the friendship that we had. Or whatever we had before we where, whatever we were after we were friends,” she said rushed in a signal breath.
“I thought we were dating as in Boyfriend and Girlfriend,” Draco said looking down at her.
“We were but before that when we were just friends,” she said looking away embarrassed.
So get back, back, back to where we lasted.
Just like I imagine.
I could never feel this way.
So get back, back, back to the disaster.
My heart's beating faster.
Holding on to feel the same.
For the next few moments they swayed to the music in an awkward silence. Hermione berated herself mentally for ever opening her mouth. She was busy cursing herself she didn’t notice that Draco was watching her until he spoke.
“I’d like to be friends again too if you’d take me back,” he said tipping her head up to look at him.
Hermione completely confused simply stared.
“I mean I know I’ve been a right prat and everything but I’d like it if we left here and could at least be some sorts of friends,” Draco said watching her for some sort of acknowledgement.
“Draco…” Hermione started but trailed off not knowing, for the first time in a long time, what to say.
This may never start.
We could fall apart
And I'd be your memory.
Lost your sense of fear.
Feelings insincere.
Can I be your memory?
Can I be your memory?
“I know it may be too late but…”Draco was silence by Hermione placing her finger on his lips.
“I’d love to be friends with you,” Hermione said stepping back out of his arms.
“Really?” Draco said shocked that she’d take him back with such little fight.
“Really,” Hermione said with a smile holding out her hand.
Taking her hand in his Draco couldn’t stop the smile that bloomed on his face as she led him out of the Astronomy Tower down towards the partying belong them.
Pairing: Hermione/Draco
Summary: “Cause I don’t want to leave here with you hating me, I know you hated me for five years and tolerated me for one, but I’d like to leave here with everything straight between us like it was almost all year.”
Rating: G/PG-13
Word Count: 1,412
Disclaimer: Harry Potter the series belongs to the genius mind of J.K Rowling. Memory belongs to the uber fucking wonderful Sugarcult who rock. The story belongs to me and my little odd mind.
A/N: Ok firstly Happy Valentines day to everyone. *hugs and kisses* This was going to be part of my West Astronomy Tower series but I changed my mind at the last moment. Anyway this is my V day story hope yall enjoy. ___________________________________________________________________
“Dance with me,” startled Hermione Granger looked behind her. When she turned her chocolate colored eyes met startlingly sincere stormy grey eyes.
“What?” she blinked thinking she had misheard the question.
“I asked you to dance with me.” the owner of the grey eyes repeated.
“No, go away,” Hermione said annoyed that he’d even bother to ask.
“Hermione stop being so stubborn,” he said.
“Stubborn I’m being, what a nice way to get someone to dance with you,” her voice dripping with sarcasm.
“Well then are you going to dance with me?” he teased.
“Go away Malfoy I have nothing to say to the likes of you,”
“Oh where back to Malfoy are we, Hermione,”
“Stop calling me that,” she snapped annoyed that he wouldn’t leave her in peace.
“What it’s your name isn’t it, or would you rather I call you know it all or mudblood?” he questioned.
“I’d rather you said nothing to me and leave me in peace,” she glared at him considering what would happen if she ‘accidentally’ pushed him off the tower where she was sitting. How long would it take for some one to notice that he wasn’t at the leaving dance? Probably till the next morning if they where unlucky, the day after because of the hangovers everyone would probably have.
“If you really wanted to be alone you’d never have come up here to our spot, you wanted me to find you, at least be honest with yourself if you won’t be with me,” Malfoy said rolling his eyes.
“This is my spot, the fact that you happen to know about doesn’t change that,” Hermione said glaring at him.
“Sure, whatever,” he rolled his eyes, “So dance with me,” he changed back to the original topic.
“No,” short and simple.
“OH come on this is the last time we’ll have to dance with each other, after tomorrow you’ll never see me again.” Malfoy reasoned.
“Why do you care so much if I dance with you or not, there plenty of girls down at the dance that’d love to dance with you?”
“Well firstly cause half I’ve danced with already and secondly there not you,” he said sitting down next to her even though he was not invited.
“Why do you care? Like you said after tomorrow I’ll never have to see you again, why can’t we just leave without you bothering me?” Hermione asked glancing at him from the corner of her eyes.
This may never start.
We could fall apart.
And I'd be your memory.
Lost your sense of fear.
Feelings insincere.
Can I be your memory?
“Well honest?” Draco said watching her.
“Yeah honest,” she said with a nodd.
“Cause I don’t want to leave here with you hating me, I know you hated me for five years and tolerated me for one, but I’d like to leave here with everything straight between us like it was almost all year.” He said looking out towards the forbidden forest.
“I didn’t hate you, you know for all those years,” she said softly brushing her hair out of her face.
“You didn’t, well you could of fooled me,”
“Yeah well I hated you in first through third year then after what happen at the World Cup, it made me rethink you, and I felt sorry for you,”
“Sorry for me, I think I’d rather you had hated me,” he said.
“Well I don’t think I could of, you where stuck in an bad place, it was either be evil and be everything that your father wanted you to be or become good and have your whole family turn against you, your whole house, and never be trusted on the light side, so either way you lost,”
“Yeah I guess that’s how I thought about it,” he said shrugging, “Though its was more I knew that no matter what I did I’d loss and I hate to loss,” he ended with a smirk.
So get back, back, back to where we lasted.
Just like I imagine.
I could never feel this way.
So get back, back, back to the disaster.
My heart's beating faster.
Holding on to feel the same.
“Come on,” Hermione said suddenly standing up.
“Where are we going?” he asked turning following her to the center of the room.
“NO where you just cant dance sitting down can you?” she said with a raised eyebrow.
This may never start.
I'll tear us apart.
Can I be your enemy?
Losing half a year.
Waiting for you here
I'd be your anything.
”I thought you weren’t going to dance with me,” he said taking her hand in his.
“I wasn’t but I changed my mind,” she shrugged
“Well wasn’t that a good thing,” he teased pulling her closer to his body.
So get back, back, back to where we lasted.
Just like I imagine.
I could never feel this way.
So get back, back, back to the disaster.
My heart's beating faster.
Holding on to feel the same.
”Yeah well it wasn’t for your winning personality, you can be sure of that,” she said reluctantly snuggling her body under his arms. As much as she had missed being in his arms this past month there was no way she was going to admit it first, she still had her pride if not her dignity.
“Well what was it then,” he said stiffly.
“Oh nothing its just,” she paused and looked over his shoulder collecting her thoughts.
“What?” he said impatiently.
“Oh hold your horses,”
“What?” he said confused at the muggle expression.
“Nothing, its nothings, as I was saying I may not be on the best of terms with you after our, highly publicized break up, but we had fun together this year, and I don’t want to,” she again stopped to think.
This may never start.
Tearing out my heart.
I'd be your memory.
Lost your sense of fear.
(I'd be your memory)
Feelings insincere.
Can I be your memory?
”I don’t want to lose the friendship that we had. Or whatever we had before we where, whatever we were after we were friends,” she said rushed in a signal breath.
“I thought we were dating as in Boyfriend and Girlfriend,” Draco said looking down at her.
“We were but before that when we were just friends,” she said looking away embarrassed.
So get back, back, back to where we lasted.
Just like I imagine.
I could never feel this way.
So get back, back, back to the disaster.
My heart's beating faster.
Holding on to feel the same.
For the next few moments they swayed to the music in an awkward silence. Hermione berated herself mentally for ever opening her mouth. She was busy cursing herself she didn’t notice that Draco was watching her until he spoke.
“I’d like to be friends again too if you’d take me back,” he said tipping her head up to look at him.
Hermione completely confused simply stared.
“I mean I know I’ve been a right prat and everything but I’d like it if we left here and could at least be some sorts of friends,” Draco said watching her for some sort of acknowledgement.
“Draco…” Hermione started but trailed off not knowing, for the first time in a long time, what to say.
This may never start.
We could fall apart
And I'd be your memory.
Lost your sense of fear.
Feelings insincere.
Can I be your memory?
Can I be your memory?
“I know it may be too late but…”Draco was silence by Hermione placing her finger on his lips.
“I’d love to be friends with you,” Hermione said stepping back out of his arms.
“Really?” Draco said shocked that she’d take him back with such little fight.
“Really,” Hermione said with a smile holding out her hand.
Taking her hand in his Draco couldn’t stop the smile that bloomed on his face as she led him out of the Astronomy Tower down towards the partying belong them.