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So It Goes..

A smexy drabble inspired by the song So It Goes, by Taylor swift, in her newest album, “Reputation.”

I do not own the lyrics or the characters used in this fic.

See you in the dark All eyes on you, my magician

The first she’d seen him, two years after the dreadful war that destroyed them, she didn’t know. Didn’t know that one look of hers, would lead to this. 

The lights were dim, and loud music blared through the pub. People were shouting, screaming, laughing…but…now that she thought about it, nothing seemed…real. Nothing, except for him. 

All eyes on us You make everyone disappear, and Cut me into pieces Gold cage, hostage to my feelings

One look at him, and the music, the cacophony of people faded away. It was just him, and her. His pale visage shone, and his icy grey eyes held her captive, as they regarded her, slowly, languidly. 

If only she would have looked around: she would have seen everyone stare at them, transfixed at the beauty of them.

Back against the wall Trippin’, trip, trippin’ when you’re gone

she was standing there, back against the wall, as his hands caged her within himself, and she couldn’t begin to care, care for how she got here. Since that first look, she knew she was gone, lost, lost into his eyes, into him.

He came closer to her, impossibly close, till they were pressed up against each other. Her breath caught as he lowered his face to her, their lips almost touching, and he whispered, “Your move, Granger.”

He moved back, away from her, into the shadows till he disappeared. The cold air blew around her, jarring her out of her stupor.

She stumbled back in.

‘Cause we break down a little And when you get me alone, it’s so simple 'Cause baby, I know what you know We can feel it​​​​​​​

The next time they meet, she’s with a guy, on a date, trying to forget, to wipe out the feeling of him, the feeling of him pressed up against her, the feeling of his voice, as it caressed her, smoothly, languidly, so carelessly that it didn’t seem careless at all.

He’s there too. 

He’s alone, and he’s right there, in the corner of her eye. She wants to listen to this guy, this guy she’s on a date one, but the only thing she can sense right now is him. Everytime he fidgets, moves, her breath catches. 

She lasts 20 minutes. 20 minutes and she excuses herself, flustered beyond belief. The guy, the guy she’s on a date on, nods, confused, as she apologizes over and over, just to excuse herself.

She can see him get up, rise up oh so smoothly from his chair, lightly brush off his robes as she escapes to the washroom. 

She’s wipes her face, dabs at it and fans herself, looking at the mirror. She’s about to go back into the hall when somebody grabs her and pulls her into the broom closet.

He presses up against her and she knows. Her toes curl up when he brings his mouth close to her ear, “You can feel it too, can’t you? That’s why you’re here. But you promised me, Granger. The next move would be yours.”

“It will be.” she gasps quietly.

“We’ll see.” he pulls out the clip holding her hair in place, letting it flow loose. “Come and get it, Granger.”

Right before he goes, he presses something into her hand.

She only realizes after he’s gone, after she stumbles back and apologizes to the guy, the guy she’d come on a date with, that she couldn’t do this, that it was his floo address.

And our pieces fall Right into place Get caught up in the moments Lipstick on your face You know I’m not a bad girl, but I Do bad things with you

The moment she’s there, he catches her, pulls her to him and she moves, gravitates to him. He’s kissing her now, his hands down her sides, in her hair, everywhere. Her hands are everywhere too.

And when he moves against her the same way he does everything else he does: slowly, languidly. He touches her body, and he touches her soul.

“Aren’t you being a bad girl, Granger?’ he murmurs against her skin.

She kisses him hard, breathing into his lips, into him, "I’m not a bad girl, but I’ll do bad things with you.”

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Songs that remind me of Dramione (1/?).

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I wish I could take back the horrible things I’ve done to people. I wish I could go back in time and make things right, because even though I’ve been trying to, I might be making everything worse.

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Fate.

So, I have a oneshot that i recently posted on fanfiction which, of course, is dramione and belongs to my, Dramione a series of one shots. So, check it out. Till then, uh-read this!!

“So I heard through the proverbial grapevine, that you, Granger, believe in fate.” Draco Malfoy mused, sliding into the seat opposite her at the Ministry cafeteria.

It had been seven years since the Second Wizarding War, and the light side had won. Harry Potter had defeated Voldemort and most of the Death Eaters had been sent to Azkaban and some of them were still on the run. Truth be told, it had all been very anticlimactic, now that Hermione looked back on those times.

One thing that was definitely not anticlimactic was Draco Malfoy changing sides.

Sixth Year when he’d been made a Death Eater was when Draco Malfoy realized that he didn’t believe in any of the blood-purist rubbish that he was being fed. So, he turned, to the one person who would listen to him, though not for the sake of believing him, of course, of course, because he’d bullied him and harassed this person for the majority of his life, but because, it seemed that only said person seemed to be paying any attention to him, which frankly, was very annoying, but also, beneficial, for him. 

Harry Potter. That was the guy Draco Malfoy turned to. Potter had seemed shocked: which of course was a given, but to his credit, had not laughed in his face. He'd also been very sceptical, as had everyone, which also was a given, considering he was Draco Malfoy. That last name along with his frigidly-approachable personality bought a lot of scepticism along with it, it did. 

But things had worked out, and Draco and Harry were friends now, which of course sounded really weird. He’d also managed to garner Ronald Weasley’s gratitude, after saving one of the twin’s lives, he for the love of merlin couldn’t remember which one, and suffice to say, he was officially approved of by the Golden Trio- well, not exactly, no.

He had yet to earn Granger’s approval, who considering it had been seven years since the War, had not yet exactly warmed upto him, and probably wouldn’t anytime soon.

Oh well. At least she wasn’t actively hexing him every waking moment.

“Said proverbial grapevine being Harry, of course.” she grumbled, not taking her eyes off of some book she was buried in.

“Of course. But, tell me Granger, what is, a bookworm, know-it-all, logical, Gryffindor like you doing, believing in fate, of all superstitions?”

“Why do you care, Malfoy?”

“Don’t really care. I’m just…intrigued, to say the least.”

She sighed, “You’re not going to let go of this till I tell you, are you?” he shook his head languidly, sporting that annoying-yes definitely not attractive- smirk of his.

She clasped her hands gingerly around her book, shutting it.

“I just do, I guess. It gave me something to believe in during the War. I mean, people were dying and going missing, and nobody knew what they were doing or what they were supposed to, and i wanted to make sense of all that…abstractness, I needed to, i guess. Hence, the belief in Fate.”

“Wow. You are something else, Hermione Granger.”

She blushed. He decided that red was indeed a good colour on her. She decided that fate indeed had something to do with Draco Malfoy sitting at her lunch table that day.

“So, Granger-” a column of granite exploded somewhere to the right and both of them scrambled to the left, ducking under a-something. “You still believe that it was fate that’s got you stuck in an ex- not really ex-Death Eater’s lair?”

“You’re-duck!- stuck with me, and yes, i believe that it did!” she signalled him to quiet down for a minute, and scrambled over to a barely-hanging-there pillar to his right before looking back at him, and motioning him to go after her.

He shook his head. No, what she was planning was too risky.

She wanted to make herself the prime target, since most of their spells were directed towards her, her being a muggleborn, The muggleborn and all, so that he could take direct hits at them.

Draco tucked and rolled over to where she was, narrowly missing a jet of green.

Hermione pulled him behind the pillar, desperately hoping that it would not collapse right now.

“You Idiot!” she furiously whispered, “are you trying to get yourself killed?! I had a perfect pl-”

“Your perfect plan and blinding faith in fate is going to get you killed, Granger.”

“Stop it with the fate thing. And my plan is completely sound, and besides, there’s nothing else we can do right now.”

“We need to escape Granger. We don’t know how many there are, but they are definitely more than us. We need a ‘retreat’ plan, not an 'attack’ one.”

“Bollocks. We can take on them. I say there are not more than five.”

“Still three more than us. Stop thinking like a fucking Gryffindor for once, damnit!!”

“Well, maybe your snake-like tendencies are the reason we can’t take on them. Pulling your punches like the cowardice Slytherin represents.”

Ouch. That must’ve hurt she thought, already regretting her words. Before she could take them back however, Draco sweeped into the clearing in the middle of the decript-half-destroyed living room and started to fire spells left, right, centre, not missing a mark.

Hermione rushed in to cover him, though she was probably not doing a good job at it, considering there were-as she realized now- much, much more than five people.

“Coward, or pragmatic, Granger take your pick!” he yelled, shielding her from a wild shot from above.

“Protego Maximus!” she shouted creating a massive bubble around them, hoping it would keep from shattering.

Unfortunately, five-scratch-that-undetermined- number of people against Hermione and Draco was definitely not good odds. Well, at least she was going down fighting.

And she had one thing to do, before, whatever was going to happen after the shield broke.

“I’m sorry Draco!” she shouted, over the din off spells richocheting against the shield, “I’m sorry I called you a coward when you’re the farthest from it! You were right!”

“At least I can fuck die knowing that I was finally right, and you were wrong!” he shouted from the other side of the bubble looking for any opening to fire.

“Let me finish!! There’s just one more thing I wanted to tell you! I believe in fate, because of you!”

“What?!” he shouted, spinning around to face her, suddenly umindful of the din and the potential threat of their imminent death hanging over their heads.

“I said-”

“Yeah, I heard it! But why?!”

“Cause, I always hoped that you weren’t the Draco Malfoy that bullied me all throughout school. I hoped that you would change. Grow up and realize, that all that blood-purity shite meant nothing. And I was right!! So, Draco Malfoy, if we survive this, which we most probably are not going to, and if fate wills it, will you go out with me?”

“Seriously Granger? Seriously? WE’RE ABOUT TO FUCKING DIE AND YOU ASK ME WHETHER I’LL GO OUT WITH YOU?”

“YES?! WILL YOU?!!”

The shield broke.

Hermione rolled to a corner of the room while Draco shifted to another. They both nodded to each other and aimed directly at the door where most of the hexes were coming from. Unfortunately, they failed to notice, one sole attacker emerge from behind a tattered headboard taking aim at Hermione.

He fired, and didn’t miss.

“Ahhhhh!!!” Hermione clutched at her side, stumbling into Draco.

“Hermione!!!” Draco caught hold of her, pulling her close as her side started bleeding.

He fired at the attacker and managed to snag him, “We’re getting out of this alive alright?!!! I need to take you on that date!!! Keep your eyes open, love, please.”

“Well, fate willed it that we go on that date, nothing’s going to stop us.” she murmured almost passing out. Draco pulled her closer, looking for an escape, any escape.

He was just accepting his fate, what a funny word that, when the ceiling shattered, and scores of Aurors-fucking finally-came into the scene.

All Draco saw was white, and all he smelled was smoke and dust and gardenias and al vanilla as he passed out.

He felt like he was swimming to the surface. Like he’d remained submerged at this point for too long and something, somebody was beckoning him up. 

Draco Malfoy opened his eyes, after 5 long days of being in a coma. The first thing he registered was brown curls, tickling his nose, and gardenias and al vanilla. 

Hermione. She shifted her head, sighing lightly before drifting back into sleep.

Draco squinted at the white walls, and the white tiles and the white everything, when a voice spoke from somewhere in his periphery.

“She hasn’t left since she got treated, you know.”

“Potter?”

“Hey. Congratulations Malfoy, you’ve made it out alive.”

“How long-”

“Five days. She was out for two, and then woke up desperately asking for you. When we told her, what state you were in, she screamed and kicked and shouted till we brought her here. She’s been here ever since. Always mumbling something about fate and you promising her a date.” his mischievous green eyes twinkled.

“Uh-yeah. Not your business, Potter.”

“I know. But take care of her, Malfoy. She’s obviously choosing fate over her brains with you. Don’t make her doubt it.”

“I won’t.”

“Glad you’re back.” Harry said, before walking out the door.

She woke up about an hour later, to find two grey eyes staring down at her.

“Draco?”

“Yes, love?”

She rubbed her eyes. He was awake? He was alive? “Oh my god, I thought-”

“Shush-I’m fine, Hermione. A little sore, but fine.”

“You idiot”, she said smacking his shoulder, then wincing apologetically when he hissed loudly, “You scared me so damn much!”

“Well, I won’t from now on. Promise.” she smiled, ducking her head, a little. After a minute of silence, Draco said, “Hey, Granger?”

“Mmmm?”

“You know, maybe it was fate that took us to that lair, or you would have never asked me out on that date you were talking about.”

She smiled, “Maybe it was fate.”

And when she kissed him finally, he decided that, yes, this was definitely fate.

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She was a force of nature, and for a moment he tasted an abstract sense of fear, wondering what it would be like to be in the shadow of her displeasure, the target of her wrath.

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She was more than a beautiful girl, that Hermione Granger. She was opalescent, sparkling, iridescent. She shone.

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She did not have the kind of mind that could be quiet at all.

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People like you hold their loved ones above ideals. They’ll do anything to protect them, no matter what it costs.

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If this was love, then it felt like insanity. It felt like torture. Or bliss. All the same.

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Hope is motivation, if nothing else.

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Chapter 5 now up!!!!

 A small excerpt (to entice you, hopefully.)

Draco absolutely hated what she wanted to do, but he knew she was right. She always was. 

Draco hesitantly nodded, "Where to?"

Hermione looked around, "Well, Tom, according to all the 'legends' revolving around him, has never done anything covertly. So whatever he's doing is going to be out in the open, somewhere we can spot him immediately. Somewhere high, somewhere noticeable. He- Oh Merlin."

"What?"

"I know where he's going to be."

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Protecting you Aesthetic:She looked up. His silver eyes bore into her brown ones as if he was seeing into her soul. His other hand came up to her face and he slowly moved his fingers over her face. They traced her lips, memorizing every crook, every sliver, as if he would never get to do this again. Hermione’s an angel. Draco’s human. But they have a connection which surpasses universes. Dramione AU.

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And he knew that at that moment, they understood each other perfectly, and when he told her what he was going to do now, she would not say ‘be careful’ or ‘don’t do it’, but she would accept his decision because she would not have expected anything less of him.

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