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Draco opened his eyes and looked at the woman next to him. If anyone had told him that he'd wake up next to Hermione Granger a few years ago, he'd've killed them for just thinking it. Yet, here he was, in her bed. And not only that, he had his arms around her, holding her close. She'd changed dramatically since her years at Hogwarts. She'd developed very nicely. The change was like night and day. And Draco had fallen for her. He couldn't help it.

Lying here beside you
In someone else's bed.
Knowing what we're doing's wrong,
But better left unsaid.


He looked down at her hands, now entwined with his. Gold glinted back at him from her left hand, but no matching glint came from his own. Hermione was not his, and he had no right to be where he was. Draco smirked. Hermione'd apparently caught someone else's eye, too. The eye of the redheaded Weasel.

Your breathing sounds like screaming,
It's all that I can stand.
His ring is on your finger,
But my heart is in your hand.



~Well...he might be in her house...but I'm the one in her bed... ~ He brushed a lock of her hair behind her ear. ~God, she's beautiful... ~

Damned if you love me,
Damned if you don't.
It's getting harder holding on, but I can't let you go.
Damned if you don’t need me,
Damned if you do,
Oh, God, I wish it wasn't me standing in these shoes...
Damned...Damned...


If his father found out about this...Draco knew he'd be dead. Literally. His father despised Muggles and Muggleborns, and Hermione especially. Draco had managed to convince Lucius that he, Draco, hated Hermione with a passion. And he almost had himself convinced. But then he saw her that day in Diagon Alley. And he was hooked. When that Weasel had kissed her, he almost hit him. But he knew that she wasn't his. That all changed a few months ago.

Hermione had contacted him out of the blue. Apparently, she'd seen him looking at her that day. And she had an offer for him; an offer he couldn't refuse. He'd responded to her need, and admitted his own. And he'd been with her ever since. She claimed that Ron didn't love her anymore, and that he, Draco, had really been the man she loved. Draco hadn't cared about any of that at the time. But now, oh, now that meant the world to him. He looked down at her again and he knew that he couldn't live without her, even if he tried.

A door slams like a shotgun,
You jump to your feet...


Hermione shifted and looked up at him. He smiled down at her and she smiled back. She opened her mouth to speak, but they heard a long BANG. She jumped up, eyes wide.

"Ron! He's home," she whispered. Grabbing some clothes, she quickly dressed, fixed her hair as best as she could, and crept downstairs. Knowing the consequences of getting caught, Draco quickly dressed and hid in the closet.

It's just the wind that's blowing through
Those secrets that we keep.


When Hermione got to the living room, she was surprised to see that it was empty. She glanced near the door and didn't see Ron's shoes there. This confused her--Ron never failed to take off his shoes as soon as he got home. Quickly, she ran from room to room, but Ron was nowhere to be found. She turned and headed back to the bedroom.

Draco heard her open the door and he came out of the closet. She faced him.

"He's not here," she murmured.

Draco reached under the bed for his shoes. "I should go."

She nodded wordlessly. He stood up and embraced her. Closing his eyes, he allowed himself to bask in the feeling of her arms around him...

Made me want to want ya...
God knows I need to need ya.
By the time this love is over,
I'll be sleeping on the street....


He stepped back and with a pop, he Disapparated.

Damned if you love me,
Damned if you don't.
It's getting harder holding on, but I can't let you go.
Damned if you don’t need me,
Damned if you do,
Oh, God, I wish it wasn't me standing in these shoes...


Draco appeared in his own bedroom. He sat on his bed and buried his face in his hands. He knew that he shouldn't be doing what he was doing, but he couldn't stop. It was his addiction. Hermione was his drug, and he couldn't get enough.

Why don't you talk to me?

Hermione sat on her bed for a moment. She pulled out a piece of parchment and some ink. Dipping her quill, she began to write. When she finished, she rolled it up and sealed it, then walked across the room to Pig's cage. She knew that if Ron discovered what she was about to do that she'd never be able to explain herself. Hands trembling, she gave the letter to the owl and whispered, "Take this to Draco."

Cause I'm too blind to see...

Draco read over the letter over and over, memorizing every word. Then, he ripped it up and threw it into the fire. He and Hermione had sent other letters before, both asking the other to stop asking, both begging to be set free...

Why won't you look at me?

Hermione waited patiently for Draco's reply. She knew what it would be. He would say that he'd leave her to her husband and that he'd never contact her again. But she also knew that neither of them would be able to go through with it. Sooner or later, one would break and ask for it again. She picked up a mirror that he'd given her and whispered her lover's name.

Draco glanced over at the mirror on the table. He'd given Hermione the other one when he'd confessed his love for her. He saw it glow, and he quickly covered it with a pillow. He couldn't see her now if he was going to finally let her go...

Cause I'm afraid to breathe...

Hermione saw the mirror glow, then return to its normal state. He'd refused to speak to her. Hermione felt a pang of disappointment, but she knew it was for the best. She was married to Ron; she shouldn't concern herself with his enemy. But deep in her heart, she longed for the other man's touch...

What do you want from me?

Draco paced down the hallway and back. It had been three days since he'd seen Hermione, and it was killing him. He'd gone longer without seeing her before, but it wasn't like this. He hadn't eaten. Visions of her invaded his dreams and robbed him of sleep. He looked in the mirror on his dresser. He looked like a wreck. He sighed and sat down at his desk. Hermione's smile greeted him from a picture frame. He stared at it for a moment, then grabbed a piece of parchment. Quickly, he wrote, "Monday, 3:00" and gave it to his owl.

All that I can stand...

Hermione jumped when she saw Draco's owl. She took the letter, fed the owl a treat, and sent him on his way. She opened it. Then, she closed her eyes and thought. Ron was away on business, as always, and he wouldn't be home until next Thursday. She nodded to herself, then tossed the note into the fire nearby. She'd tell him that this would be the last time...and this time, she wouldn't be lying...

The lies are on my tongue...
And I can't go back,
I know my soul is
Damned.


Monday came around and Draco was sitting in the Leaky Cauldron. They always met here. He heard the door open and looked over casually. ~Damn it! ~ In walked the one person he despised more than anything--Harry Potter. Draco suppressed a gasp of shock when he saw Hermione follow him in. Harry caught him staring and glared.

"What's the matter, Malfoy? Pansy didn't give you any last night?"

Draco's face turned red. "I guess not, seeing as she's been with you the past few weeks, Potter," he retorted. Harry's face turned so red that Draco thought it would simply burst. Hermione stepped in.

"Come on, Harry. He's not worth it." She grabbed his arm and led him to a table in the corner, away from Draco.

Don't worry,
I ain't gonna call you,
Or hear you say my name.
And if you see me on the streets,
Don't wave--just walk away.
Our lives are getting twisted,
Let's keep our stories straight.
The more that I resist it,
My temptation turns to fate.


A few hours later, they lay together in her bed. Draco had his arms around her, and she slept peacefully on his chest. He held her as close as he could. He knew now that he could not live without being able to hold her like this. He didn’t know what he'd do when he moved away...

Damned if you love me,
Damned if you don't.
It's getting harder holding on, but I can't let you go.
Damned if you don’t need me,
Damned if you do,
Oh, God, I wish it wasn't me standing in these shoes...
Damned...
Yeah...
Damned...


He carefully slipped out from beneath her sleeping form and dressed. He'd be gone before she woke up. Draco knew that she didn't want things to be complicated, and he respected that. He leaned over her and kissed her forehead lightly, then he Disapparated.

YEAH...

Damned if you love me,
Damned if you don't.
It's getting harder holding on, but I can't let you go.
Damned if you don’t need me,
Damned if you do,
Oh, God, I wish it wasn't me standing in these shoes...
Damned...
Oh, Damned...
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah!

Oh, Damned...

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yow!

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