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Come Back to Me by bookworm27

Format: One-shot
Chapters: 1
Word Count: 1,531
Status: COMPLETED

Rating: 15+
Warnings: Mild Violence, Scenes of a Mild Sexual Nature, Sensitive Topic/Issue/Theme

Genres: Drama, Fluff, Romance
Characters: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Draco
Pairings: Ron/Hermione, Draco/Hermione

First Published: 04/14/2009
Last Chapter: 06/05/2009
Last Updated: 06/05/2009

Summary:


One was her Knight in Shinning Armor, and the other was was simply the outcast. She was ment to be with the redhead hero and not the blonde villain. One was the one she truly loved deep inside and the other, she was just suppose to be with him. And the villain never got the girl. Wonderful banner by ariana_tithe at tda!


Chapter 1: Time's Running Out
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Hermione laid in her room under the silky sheets of her bed, wand in hand the note in her other hand; she had found it earlier this morning sitting on her desk. She whispered Lumos to re-read it.


Hermione,

Meet me at our special spot, midnight. I’ll be waiting.

 
The note wasn’t signed by anyone but she recognized the scrawny handwriting of the boy she used to love. And deep inside still loved.

 
"’Mione?" her fiancé, Ron Weasley asked in a sleepy tone, "Something wrong?" he wondered obvious to the fact that his fiancé of 2 weeks was awake in the middle of the night. He sat up to look at her more clearly.

 
"Nothing’s wrong Ronald," she said stashing the note in her hand, "it’s absolutely nothing." She smiled sweetly, the smiled that had won him over.

 
"Sure?" he said before turning his back to crawl back into his soundless sleep. Tomorrow they would start delivering invitations for their summer wedding that was suppose to take part in July. Mrs. Weasley had insisted in a summer wedding because they would have it in the Burrow backyard when all the flowers were in bloom.

 
She went back to unfolding the note that was in her hand. Hermione had trouble believing that he was back, after leaving her, she heard all kinds of rumors about him still being a Death Eater and searching for something to bring the Dark Lord back, and some say that he was dead to pay for his father mal doings.

 
But how did he get that note into her office? Did anyone else know about his whereabouts? How could a Malfoy, especially him, still be roaming a free man?

 
She checked her clock on the bedside table, Eleven forty-three, almost midnight she thought.

 
Now or never.

 
Turning her attention back to Ronald she checked to see if he was still sound asleep. She kissed his cheek softly before unwrapping the sheets from her body and getting up from the bed.

 
Walking towards their closet she picked out an old sweater knitted by Mrs. Weasley and a pair of faded blue jeans. Slipping on her old trainers and grabbing her watch to put on around her wrist, she left.

 
Eleven fifty

 
She anticipated the moment where they would meet again. While walking towards the same spot where she promised him she’d be his forever, she tried to stop herself from making a big mistake.

 
She looked at her watch, Eleven fifty-five.
 

There was barely anyone was out in the streets at this hour, especially in this weather. She hugged herself tightly to keep warm.

 
Strolling down the path, her tracks made grinding sounds as her feet dug into the pebbles.


Eleven fifty-eight.

 
And there he was, waiting for her like he had said. His back to her he watched the lake flow like life should, calmly and peacefully.

 
She heard the faint sound of the Big Ben strike twelve, as he turn around to meet her eyes. His gray one, tired from what had seemed a long time of desire to see her.

 
"I remember," he chuckled at the memory, "this is the place where I told you for the first time that I loved you." His voice retrained, strains of blonde hair falling into his weary eyes.


"You always knew how to make me blush," she mesmerized her flashback to the past. How far it seemed.

 
"I still do," he noticed as a faint blush appeared in her soft pink cheeks.

 
She stared in awe at him, lanky but still fit he stood before her. He looked like he hadn’t had a good nights sleep in ages, his hair almost falling to his eyes, rather long from the time he had last cut it.

 
"Why did you ask me to come here Draco?" she asked.

 
A small chuckled escaped his lips, "Surprised to see alive Granger?"

 
"There have been rumors, terrible ones."

 
"And you believed them?" he asked, looking into her eyes.


"Well I wasn’t sure if I should or not." She whispered, her eyes darting away.

 
"Says the girl who says she stands up for what she believes in."

 
"You know I do." She smiled cheerlessly; there was nothing to laugh about.

 
"What are you doing here anyways," she said, mere curiosity taking over her mind.

 
"I wanted to confirm something," he told her taking a step towards Hermione.

 
"And what’s that?" she asked.

 
"Are you in love with him?"


"You mean am I going to marry him?" Hermione answered, "Yes I am," she said confidently, as if she was trying to convince her own self that she was, "And now that you have your answer you may leave." She said before turning around to head back to her flat.

 
"That’s not what I asked Hermione." He said in an alarming voice, as much as she wanted to avoid him she turned back to reply to his answer.

 
"Remember when you told me you’d marry me?" he said, remembering that hot summer’s day back when everything was right. When there was two people in love.

 
"How foolish of me to think I’d marry you." Hermione replied icily. Her eyes turned to slits. As if he didn’t believe that she had moved on.

 
"As I recall you where quite fond of the idea."

 
"Silly girl, I was merely of age, I simply couldn’t think for myself." She explained for her wrong doing, as if that could excuse her for not loving him anymore.

 
"Dumbledore called you the brightest witch of our age, I’m sure you could think." Draco answered in a more serious tone.

 
"That was textbook learning, Malfoy," she said, using his last name cut a deep wound in his heart as she said it in such hate.


"There’s much more learning after school." She continued in the same voice.

 
"And obviously you haven’t done you homework, Miss Granger."

 
"Who says I haven’t?" she smirked knowing she had won the conversation.

 
"You really happy with that Weasel?" Draco asked.

 
"Yes," She whispered, "truly happy."


"Do you love him like you loved me?" he asked the most dreaded question of all. He stepped closer to her, almost filling up the gap between them, their bodies producing some kind of electricity.

 
"I-I-yes, well..." she stuttered trying to find her own words to convince him she didn’t still feel feelings for him.

 
"That’s what I thought," he let out a small laugh, like a victory song. His victory song. The one she loved.

 
"I shouldn’t need to answer any of your questions Mr.Malfoy, we are no longer together," she said before turning her heel to walk back to Ron, the love of her life.

 
"Hermione!" she heard Draco shout behind her. She ran faster past the willow trees and the rosebushes.

 
She ran across the small stone bridge before she felt a warm hand turn her around, soft familiar lips capturing her own. His taste was of whiskey and old peppermint, his favorite candy. It took her a while to respond to his sudden kiss, as she wrapped her delicate arms around his neck like she had done so many times before.


Then it hit her. Hard.

 
She was with Ron.


She was to become Mrs. Hermione Granger-Weasley in just a few months. Merlin, she had just found out she was pregnant with his first child. Ron’s child, not Draco, as much as they both wanted it to be.

 
With as much force as she could, she unpinned herself from Draco’s charm. Pushing him as hard as she could, tears running down her face. Her hand held high, she made contact with his cheek.

 
"How dare you?!?" she asked furiously.

 
"Hermione, please," he pleaded, begged for a matter of fact.


"You became a monster, you made the decision!" she screamed, looking around to see if there were any bystanders to see this lover’s quarrel.

 
"To protect you! I did it so none of them could harm you!" he shouted back with just as much force as she had.

 
"A monster once, always a monster," she said, glaring him with her dark brown eyes.


"You think I’m a monster, do you?" he asked astound at the harsh word she had described him to be.


With all her might and power, Hermione whispered, "Yes." Tears rushing down her porcelain face. Her eyes darker than the usual hazel color, from anger and not so surprisingly from desire.

 
"Please. Come back to me," he begged now on his knees, begging the woman he loved not to leave him for a second time.

 
"Goodbye Draco Malfoy." She said as she wiped her tears, leaving him for the second time to go find sanctuary in the one person she was supposed to love. The person she loved but maybe not the person she was truly suppose to be with.


A/N: What did you think? This is my very first Draco/Hermione story. The idea just kind of popped into my head and I just wrote. So please leave a review! I really want to know what you think of it!

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