Written by - That Romantic
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A series of oneshots exploring unanswered questions in JK Rowling's books concerning Hermione and Draco. Three in the series.
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Parts One & Two.
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And What If They Were Lovers
By ThatRomantic
Hermione reflected on their relationship as Ron was driving the family, minus Rose, back from King’s Cross. She always knew she had fallen in love with him for the wrong reasons—it wasn’t like they had ever had a civil conversation in their whole affair—but she loved him all the same.
She couldn’t help but think that he was a man now. She hadn’t seen him since the Final Battle, and she had not wanted to attend his trial for fear that she would break down into tears, but he had changed. The mask was ever present on his face but she knew he was happy, she could see it in his eyes; his beautiful grey eyes that she used to stare into endlessly in stolen moments of passion.
They only ever had the physical side of love; that was how it was with them. It was a world she was not ashamed to get lost in. It had started at the Yule Ball when Ron had shouted at her for being with Krum. She was crying on the steps leading to the tower; she couldn’t go up them because that would mean facing Ron, she couldn’t go down them to the Ball because she had mascara running down her face. Then he came. There he was, in all his pureblood glory. Glowing. He bent down to her ear and whispered breathily, sending shivers down her spine.
“You know, I was looking around the hall, Granger, and came to the regretful conclusion that you are the prettiest Mudblood at this thing.” She didn’t know whether to laugh or cry harder, it sounded so ridiculous that Draco Malfoy was almost giving her a compliment, but she was also insulted, it wasn’t until what he said next that she made up her mind. “Whoever made you cry so unattractively; deserves a slap like the one you gave me in third year.” At this she smiled and looked up at him through the cloudy haze of her tears. The next thing she knew she was pinned to a wall with his tongue down her throat, his hand in her knickers and her fingers around his penis. That was how it started.
She would tell the boys the believable story that she was going to the library and they’d sneak around behind everyone’s backs. At first she felt guilty about what she was doing, but it was soon remedied. She lost her virginity to him in February during her fourth year. She was 15. She remembered it vividly: in the dungeons on a desk top. It started slow because he didn’t want to hurt her, but after their first time it was generally a lot rougher. Fifth Year came and went in a blur of skin and sweat but they used the Room of Requirement instead of classrooms, which she admitted was comfier. They even fell asleep in each other’s arms a couple of times. On one of the very few times they had talked as lovers rather than enemies, he told her that he’d wanted to kiss her since she hit him in Third Year. She still remembered the exact words he spoke to her. “I wanted to grab your arm, pull you in and kiss you until the cows came home.”
Sixth Year was when it got complicated. She realised that somewhere between the beginning of Fifth and the end of Sixth she had fallen in love with him. They didn’t see each other as much that year, he was busy with his ‘duties.’ When they did see one another he used a concealment charm on the tattoo on his left arm. That was why she refused to believe what Harry and Ron were saying about him. iI would know/i, she kept thinking, iI would see the mark on his arm/i. When she found out it was him that had made the attack happen that year she cried herself to sleep for weeks afterward.
It was then that she started questioning the dilemma-that-was her love life. She was in love with two different men for completely different reasons. Ron was a good friend and she had actually had a conversation with ihim/i. Draco was her comfort when Ron had hurt her; she had run to him just after the canary incident and they had made love. That was the best time, she had decided afterward, because she had put the love that she held for both of them into one physical motion and it took her to heights she had never been before.
When she had cried in the tent after Ron had left it wasn’t just because he was gone, but because the only other man who may have been able to comfort her was not there either. So she, selfishly, cried because after having two men to love she had none.
She had no regrets about their relationship. She had no regrets about marrying Ron. She had loved them both and still did on some level, but with Draco she knew it could never be. She loved Ron, truly loved him, she loved their beautiful children, she loved their house, their car, their town, their friends. It wasn’t until September first, Rose’s first day, that she realised she had missed Draco Malfoy’s touch. That was why she had told Rose to be friends with whoever she pleased when Ron had told her to beat Scorpius. She wanted an excuse, she supposed, to see him again. To love him again.
A/N: This is the first in a series of one-shots that ask ‘And What If..?’ about Draco and Hermione. This one was ‘Why does Hermione defend Malfoy?’
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Disclaimer: I do not own any recognisable characters in this fan fiction. I also do not own the lyrics used in the story.
A/N: This fanfiction is based on a song by Neyo called Fade into the Background. I love the song and I truly believe that Draco and Hermione could have been having an affair during their time at Hogwarts. This is about Draco and his reaction to Hermione and Ron’s relationship. I love exploring Draco’s character and I think that this is one of my better stories so far.
And What If He Faded into the Background?
Companion to And What If They Were Lovers?
By ThatRomantic
She looks so good in that white dress,
At the far end of the aisle.
I can’t believe my eyes when I see her. She truly is a vision in white. Her dress is ivory and floor length and strapless, showing off her creamy shoulders beautifully. Its empire waistline, which exaggerates her fragile tall frame, is made more pronounced with beadwork atop a ribbon which ties and flows gently at the back. The silk of the dress clings to her subtle curves well. She does not wear a veil; instead she has cream and yellow flowers intertwined in a halo atop her head. Her long, shiny, curly chocolate brown curls are pulled back from her face, save from a few wisps that tumble down her neck and around her face. She looks as amazing as she did the first time I saw her coming down the steps for the Yule Ball. My breath catches at the sight before me as I forget to breathe.
As she walks down the aisle, I can’t help but think about our relationship. It was physical mainly, and we had never spoken the ‘L’ word. I hope she knows I love her – I know, present tense. She walks down the narrow gangway with such grace and poise she looks like she doesn’t even belong to this world. Her smile is radiant and full of white, perfectly straight teeth. I feel like I’m about to have a heart attack just from seeing her looking happy. Looking angelic. Glowing.
She reaches the altar.
Standing where I should be standing,
Some other man – on his face there’s a smile.
Weasley is positively beaming next to her. I can’t believe I let her get away. I can’t believe that he’ll have all of her now, like it should have been at school. I know that she only ever came to me when he had not noticed her the way he should have, when her heart was aching the way mine did when I saw her with him and Potter. He should be smiling. He got the best catch of all the fish in the sea.
Not telling her about everything in sixth year felt like the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. I knew that Potter didn’t trust me, or believe that I was clean, but I heard her and him arguing one time in the library and she was defending me. Listening to her do that was heart breaking, because I knew that I was lying to her. It was nowhere near as bad as watching her being tortured on my drawing room floor, though. Seeing her writhing and screaming almost brought me to tears right there in front of my parents and aunt. I had thought, by not identifying her and her friends, I had saved them from something so vile. I had tried to hinder such a fate for her, even if it had meant that one of the boys had something happen to them. I had wanted so badly to protect her. Seeing it happen, all I wanted to do was jump in and cover her with my body to prevent any harm that came to her, to hold her while she wept and for my aunt to torture me instead.
Seeing her up there with him makes me regret not telling her that I love her; that I wanted to be the one she wanted to grow old with. Maybe if I had said something, things would have turned out differently.
I just walked in sat down silent,
I stood outside for a while.
I had entered as discretely as I could. I waited for all but one guest to enter the church, and I sat at the back in a far corner. I wasn’t invited; not really, I just wanted to see her before she became Hermione Jean Weasley. It was worth it, to see her smile gaily when she saw the twin with one ear do something behind Weasley’s back.
I had to be sneaky, because I didn’t want her to see me, to regret anything. That’s what being a Slytherin’s for though, sneaking about, even if it is into an ex-lover’s wedding just to see her happy.
I don’t know when I became so sentimental, but I think it’s her fault.
Wondering ‘why did I come here?
Face it you messed up and now
She’s with somebody else.’
Seeing her up there, I keep having second thoughts, thinking of how stupid it was of me to come and that I shouldn’t even be here. I tell myself that it is worth it to see her again after all these years whilst berating myself for letting her go.
I keep thinking of how I could have had her. If I had just gone to Dumbledore about what I had to do, if I’d taken Snape’s help when he offered it, things could have been so different. It was my fault that what we had ended; if I hadn’t been such a coward maybe she wouldn’t be up there with him. But I did, and she is, and now I have to face the consequences by watching her exchange loving vows with someone who isn’t me. Someone she wants.
And now all I can do is smile
And fade into the background.
I just paste a fake smile on my face and pretend that seeing her up there kissing Ron fucking Weasley as the ceremony concludes instead of me isn’t breaking my heart. I just stay hidden so as to not draw any unnecessary attention to myself.
I’ll say congratulations and
I’ll fade into the background.
I clap along with the other wedding guests, making sure to be as isolated as possible. I don’t want her to see me here. I don’t want her to think that I’m here to ruin her wedding. I just want to see her, make sure she was happy. I want one of us to be. She deserves happiness after all she’s been through, and what better happiness than the love of her best friend?
I watch her walk back down the aisle with Weasley looking like nothing could go wrong. As soon as she’s out of the church doors I head outside so as not to be noticed.
Such a lovely reception,
I sit here sipping rosé.
I decided to come to the Burrow. I don’t really know why, I guess I find her as addictive as I did in school.
They’re having the reception in the garden and it’s absolutely breathtaking. The garden is smaller than that of the Manor, but then most are. It’s still a substantial size and there is a huge marquee in the middle. Within are several circular tables and a dance floor. Blaise is the DJ, and he’s snuck me some food. It tastes amazing, and if my ears aren’t failing me then all of it was cooked by Mrs Weasley senior. The marquee is decorated with yellow and cream flowers twining up the rafters. They match the ones plaited into her hair.
The dance floor is large and filled with people, young and old, mainly with red hair. I see a young boy with bubblegum pink hair running around chasing a girl with flowing blonde hair around the tent. Everyone is smiling and having fun. There seems to already be some people who are tipsy; drunkenly staggering to try and dance to the beat. I see several old classmates that were in Gryffindor, Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff. Longbottom seems to be dancing closely with the Abbot girl. Potter and the Weasley girl are flirting shamelessly on the other side of the room from me, and the Lovegood girl is barefoot and dancing in dreamy circles. If you can call it that.
I’m sitting on my own by the DJ booth keeping Blaise company, sipping on some fine Goblin wine and observing everything going on around me.
We both catch eyes for a second,
Both of us smile then quickly look away.
She looks at me and my heart stops. She must have spotted my bright blond head among the reds. I sit up straighter and smooth my hair down, take the imaginary lint from my jacket and lock eyes with her. We hold each other’s stares and I’ve never felt something so intense in my life. Brown on grey, grey on brown; neither looking away. I don’t want to, not now I have her attention. I hope that everything I feel for her is shown in that stare. I see something in her eyes but I don’t know what it means. She looks intense, like she’s searching for something. She must find it, because she smiles at me, her whole face lighting up. I smile back and we both turn away at the same time.
It’s funny you don’t know what you got,
‘Till you ain’t got it no more.
That moment makes my heart melt. I just keep going over and over in my mind how I should have told her when I had the chance that I love her, that I miss her, that it was and always will be her. She is the one I want to wake up to in the morning with the sunlight through her hair. She’s the one I want to see me when I start to bald and tell me that I look as handsome as the day we married. She’s the one that I want.
But I can’t have her, not now that Weasley does.
Put down my glass,
Grab the bottle.
I throw it back and I shout:
“She’s with somebody else!”
I have to leave. Without a second thought I down what’s left of the glass of wine I have in my hand and slam it down on the table. As I glance up I see the bottle and start to chug it. My head starts to get slightly light and I Apparate to my house before I get to a point where I would splinch myself. I stumble up the stairs to my large bedroom. I sit at my desk and continue to gulp down the bottle and finish it within a few minutes. I get frustrated when the liquid is no more and does not give me the sensation I desire. I want numbness and I can’t seem to get it. I just keep being reminded that it wasn’t me, Draco Malfoy, up there exchanging vows with that beautiful woman but someone else.
I throw the bottle at the wall opposite me and shout “She’s with somebody else!”
The bottle smashes satisfactorily.
And now all I can do is smile
And fade into the background.
I continue to drink myself into a stupor and reminisce over our stolen moments together. The way she felt underneath me, the way she always caught her breath in her throat when she was about to climax. The way she felt cradled in my arms as we slept on the occasions that we were too tired to return to our dorm rooms. As I think of these things, a goofy smile appears on my usually poised and aristocratic face. The more I think of this the more I recluse myself. I can’t face the world without her in mine. Not yet.
I’ll say congratulations and
I’ll fade into the background.
As I sit and think, I toast Ronald fucking Weasley for a job well done. He finally got the girl. He won the war that started between us from the moment I had Hermione on the potions desk. I don’t think he was aware of the battle we waged against each other but he won all the same. He was always going to.
She loved him, not me. I was the backup, the comfort. He always had her heart, even in fourth year when I saw her crying because of his stupidity. He obviously got over that. I heard they kissed before the battle commenced. I wish I had been there to pry them apart and kiss her myself, but I was on the other side of the trenches. I congratulate him, though, for finally realising that she wasn’t mine to have anymore.
She’s with somebody else.
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