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As Dawn Breaks... She is What I Miss Most.
Draco/Hermione Series
By: Butterfly Kisses


If you love something,
Let it go free.
If it doesn't come back,
You never had it.
If it comes back,
Love it forever.


My heart crushed as I read that tiny shred of paper again and again. Over and over. The words drilled through my mind as I tried to decipher any hidden meaning. The problem was… their wasn’t any. It was just the same words over and over again.

One shot to your heart without breaking your skin
No one has the power to hurt you like your kin
Kept it inside, didn't tell no one else
Didn't even wanna admit it to yourself
And now your chest burns in your backaches
From 15 years of holding the pain
And now you only have yourself to blame
If you continue to live this way

Get it together
You wanna heal your body
You have to heal your heart
Whatsoever is so you will reap
Get it together

You can fly fly

Dark future ahead of me
That's what they say
I'd be starving if I ate all the lies they fed
Cause I've been redeemed from your anguish and pain
A miracle child I'm floating on a cloud
Cause the words that come from your mouth
You're the first to hear
Speak of words of beauty and you will be there
No matter what anybody says
What matters most is what you think of yourself

Get it together
You wanna heal your body
You have to heal your heart
Whatsoever is so you will reap
Get it together

The choice is yours
No matter what it is
To choose life is to choose to forgive
You don't have to try
To hurt him and break his pride
To shake that weight off
And you will be ready to fly

One shot to your heart without breaking your skin
No one has the power to hurt you like your friends
Thought it will never change but this time moved on
An ugly duckling grew up to be a swan
And now your chest burns and your backaches
Because now the years are showing upon your face
But you're never really happy
And you'll never be hole
Until you see the beauty in growing old

Get it together
You wanna heal your body
You have to heal your heart
Whatsoever is so you will reap
Get it together…

Signed, Hermione. Xoxo

I know those words! They were always playing on her iPod dealy thing. She loved that song so much. She said it explained her in so many ways… I smile fondly as I imagine her tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear and smiling at me uncertainly as she sung the words over in over, the little ear buds snugly in her ears. I just gazed at her. She was such a beautiful creature in everything, in the way she moved, in the way she talked, in the way she presented herself. Extraordinary.

I felt her there, at the hotel, I knew she was there. It pissed me off that she didn’t come out and at least talk to me or approach me. I could feel her and as I stood in the doorway of her hotel room, the note in one hand, my façade slipped for two seconds and a solitary tear fell upon my cheeks. I could sense she saw… but I didn’t care, if she didn’t want to come out or come with me then she could be damned for all I care…

No she couldn’t I love her too much.

Argh! This is so aggravating! I want to be angry with her but my heart just won’t let me be! So frustrating! It’s just so complicated! Why can’t I be emotionless again! No, Draco you don’t want that, you don’t want that at all.

I scuffle towards the closet looking for something to wash. Hey I’m bored and depressed, I’ll do anything. And I still don’t know whether those photos were sent to Hermione or cursed into oblivion.

I sift through the many different dress shirts, robes and the like. I come across one that I have yet to wash by the looks of it. I search through the pockets of the soldier like heavy shirt and pull out a gold and silver ticket. (A/N Think Raoul in the Masquerade Scene of Phantom Of The Opera)

You are cordially invited to the Ministry of Magic’s

63rd Gala Ball

To be held on the 21st of January


Dress is to be Masquerade.
Please R.S.V.P by the 20th of January

The annual Ministry shindig, this time a little bit more… eccentric. Probably due to the new Minister For Magic, Miss Cordiallia Liberty. Very eccentric woman she is. A Masquerade. I remember thinking I had to stand out, I had to be something that nobody in the wizarding world would think of… that was going to be hard.

My hands fumbled over the shirt as I brought it down of the coat hanger. It had a cut collar with gold designs running across the chest horizonatilly and joining by large gold buttons.

We had matched, planned of course, but we matched all the same. She was the gourgeous and innocent Christine and I was the boyfriend, the lover, the fiance’, Raoul…//

The violins played ceremoniously as we walked in the exact same time.

“Now, now! Everybody! If you can find yourself a partner with the matching costume as you… ahh…. For example…” I heard the tiny Minister yell quiet loudly as the doors shut behind the last guests. She spotted me and then a couple of feet away from me, Hermione. “Ah… Mr. Malfoy! Pleasure for you to join us.” She said as she waved a hand for me to come up towards the large staircase that she stood on. “And Miss. Granger! You look absolutely stunning!” I could see the faint blush on Hermione’s cheeks as she stepped gracefully up the stairs. I heard the many whispers as they paired up our names. “See you have here, A Miss. Christine Daae a talented opera singer and Raoul her love interest from the screen play, or movie, of Andrew Llyod Webber’s The Phantom Of The Opera.” I could see Weasel’s face tinging an interesting display of red. “Now everyone…” She waited as the whispers died down a little before yelling, “Partner Up!”

I could see Weasel making his way up the stairs and towards us. As if on cue the music started up again and I quickly grabbed Hermione into a waltz, directing her away from Weasley.

“Hello, Christine,” I whispered as we spun. She smiled jovially back at me.

“Raoul, why you look wonderful tonight, send my compliments to your designer.” She said grinning widely as we moved past Dumbledore, who was dressed as a bumble bee and McGonagall dressed as a flower. (A/N Lol!!)

“I will.” I could see Weaselbee coming up behind her as I swept her away and towards the Minister.

“Why hello you two!” Cordiallia said excitedly as she shook my hand and hugged Hermione.

“Uh, Minister, where is the bathroom?” Hermione asked looking around the huge room.

“Oh yes, it is up those stairs, past the Sport and Rec Chambers then down the left corridor and it’s the first door on your right.” She said pleasantly. “Now Mr. Malfoy, how is Dragon Industries fairing this financial year?”

“Ah, yes… we are doing quite well actually.” I said looking in the direction that Hermione walked off in.

“Well that’s magnificent!” She obviously didn’t realise I didn’t want to be here listening to her drone on about my company. I was completely off in another world as I watched Hermione’s dusty pink dress turned around a corner.

Cordiallia tapped me on the shoulder and smiled, “Who would have known? Mortal Enemies ah?” She said grinning mischeivously. I paled.

“Minister, you must not tell anyone about this.” I hiss rather snidely as I scowl at her. “Or people shall have to find out about your vacation in Hawaii.” My threat of blackmail did not hinder the look on the middle aged woman’s face.

“Draco, I do not care for blackmail, what I care for is true love. And that monsieur is true love.” She said gesturing up the staircase to where Hermione was. I smiled feebly and just looked at her.

“Minister, listen-“

“Cordiallia,” She insists waving it off with her hand. “You are sorry I realise. But go to her Draco, she deserves someone who won’t treat her like something they can hang up on a wall and show off to everyone.” With that she pats me on the shoulder before yelling out, “Harry! Great to see you, oh and you too Ginny!”

My feet race me up the stairs and past the Sports and Rec Chamber, only to stop at the sound of loud voices.

“Ronald, we are merely dressed in linked characters! Don’t you get that!” I hear Hermione yell fruitlessly.

“Well maybe that’s a little bit odd but have you seen the way he looks at you! It’s like he’s ready to devour you!” Weasel yells acidly.

“Well I’m glad somebody looks at me that way.” I hear her hiss angrily.


“Don’t you ‘Mione me or even touch me Ronald! You are partners with Luna! Now leave me to enjoy the rest of my night.” I hear large footsteps come around the corner as I hide in what looks to be the Janitor’s closet.

I open the large door as soon as Weasel is gone. I round the corner to see Hermione on the ground crying her eyes out.

“Come on,” I say softly as I lift her up and place her arms around my neck.

“How much did you hear?” She asks fearfully.

“Linked characters.” I murmur as I place my hand on her neck rubbing it soothingly. She sobs into my shirt as I cradle her. “You know you are missing something from your costume.”

“And what would that be?” Hermione asks after she dries her tears. I smile as my hand runs along her cheek wipping any last tears away.

“This...” I whisper as I pull a white gold chain out of my pocket. She stares at it as I open the clasp and move around to the back of her. I slip the clasp closed and rest my hands on her soft shoulders.

“Wow…” I hear her breathe. “Draco, this is just too much.” Her fingers run over the pristine white chain to the ring that hung off the bottom of it. A platinum ring set with a large diamond in the middle that sparkled brightly.

“Nothing is too much for the woman I love.” I say as I kiss her hand gently and she smiles, grateful that someone appreciates her…//

I look back and wonder why I didn’t take her away or tell Weasel to get lost. That would hurt her, and I loved her too much to bear to hurt her at all.

My bed is empty, my soul is crushed and my heart is broken into tiny millions of pieces. And all because of one woman, who just so happens to be the woman I love.

And as I climb back into my bed, I hope and I pray that tomorrow will be a better day.

And As The Night Swallows Me... She is What I Miss The Most.


Tada! Did you like it? If so review! If not review anyways!! I am guessing there is about two more chapters after this... which makes me horribly sad. Gawd.That is really bad.


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