Goodbye to You
By Cherished Dreams
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. I do not own the song.
IV. Their Memories Part I
8 years ago
October 21th 2008
Nineteen year old, Hermione Granger stood over her kitchen stove preparing a small feast. Draco and Hermione were to spend that evening celebrating their seven month anniversary. Seven months by each other's side, helping each other out though their fears, understanding each other, and loving each other with true, unadulterated love.
Hermione hummed their favorite song, turning off the stove letting the vegetables cool a little. She took the beef roast out of the oven and prepared the table. She used her mother's silver cutlery, the ones she had asked to use for a special occasion, candlesticks and flowers in the center.
She had told him to come to her apartment, seven o'clock sharp. Checking the time, she noted she was right on time. Six thirty pm. She smiled. Her apartment looked beautiful and much more cleaner than it usually was. She took a bath and changed into a dress that Draco had bought her for their sixth month anniversary.
It was a ravishing dress with a full green skirt and a strapless bodice that was covered in a delicate floral motif. Heading into the dining room, she found the candlesticks lit. She frowned. She hadn't lit those. Suddenly she was pulled into a backwards hug her captor, placing delicate kisses on her neck. A small smile blossomed on her faces, as she twisted around to face him in his arms.
He grinned and said, "Happy seven months you." She smiled and was about to respond to the greeting, when he swooped down and kissed her hard and passionately on her lips. He pulled her closer and she intertwined her arms around her neck, tantalizingly drawing little circles on his neck with her fingertips. She felt him shiver at the gesture. She kissed him back with the same passion.
They pulled back, foreheads on each others as they allowed air to fill their lungs. Smiling, they parted and ate their feast talking about little nothings. All through dessert Hermione smiled wickedly, as she pressed her legs against his under the table.
Suddenly not being able to take it any longer, Draco stood up pulling Hermione out of her chair and kissed her hungrily. He pushed her back to the wall behind them and planted passionate kisses along her porcelain soft neck line. Closing her eyes, she let him hold her urgently, stroking him encouragingly, arching her back. He pressed his lips on her mouth.
She sighed into their kiss, and then daringly she deepened it. He moaned and he acutely felt her pressing herself closer onto him. His whole body throbbed painfully, and he felt like he was going to burst. Pulling away for air, he looked into her eyes and knew what she wanted. Pressing himself onto her harder, holding her tight, he pulled her to the carpeted floor.
October 22nd 2008
Somehow ending up in her room, he watched her sleep breathing softly. Lying there on her bed, hair was mused the blanket barely covering her. He smirked seeing his markings on her, remembering how passionate they had been. He watched her chest move recalling how he made her arch her back in delight as he touched her. Draco pulled the covers over her body, his hand just touching her skin feeling her wonderful feminine curves.
How could she be so… wonderful? He closed his eyes tightly, and thought about the dark hoods covering men and women's faces; People standing in a circle around their 'lord', talking about revenge and planning attacks. Then he thought of all the months he had spent with his beautiful and intelligent lover, Hermione. He reminisced about how they would spend previous weekends off and just tangle themselves together on the couch, simply watching television and talking. He thought about the different lives he lived.
Then looking back down at Hermione sleeping, he kissed her softly on her bruised lips and flung his legs over the bed, to change.
October 27th 2008
Saturday evening was when they could both spend in each others company peacefully. They were in her apartment again on her soft and cushiony couch, their bodies tangled together. The fireplace was alight, and Hermione had told the boys that she would be playing muggle for the day and that they shouldn't disturb her. Hermione was lying down on the sofa her legs resting on top of Draco's lap. She was reading a book out loud to him, while he sat down, nursing a cup of hot chocolate. Winter was coming fast.
He sat there with his eyes closed, listening to Hermione's melodic voice, reading aloud, inhaling the deep scent of roses mixed with the aroma that his hot chocolate was giving off. Draco had been allowed to go out and 'do as he pleased' as his father had put it, a sly smile on his face. His father wouldn't be expecting him until morning he knew.
Merlin knew how much he had needed time away from the confines of the Malfoy Mansion, and away from the hours of training and careful planning. They had been working on all sorts of things. Draco had been put into Dark Art training with his father, and they spent time together planning a kidnapping of a muggleborn supporter whose family was high up in the ranks of Dumbledore's army, the identity of the muggleborn supporter being kept anonymous to Draco.
He thought about her and their time together. It was limited that was for sure. They couldn't see each other as much as they wanted and they couldn't reveal anything to anyone. Only one person knew of the true status of their relationship and that person was close to both of them: Severus Snape. Severus had broke through to his memories during an Occulmency training session. He worked as a spy for the light side too, and during his 'days off' from the dark side he helped Hermione search for decent spells and brew potions and such for the order.
His family for sure, would either disown him and find a way to ruin or kill them both or find a way to get rid of her in his life. Potter and Weasley would certainly kill him on the spot, and would try to convince Hermione to end their relationship.
He had started to slip into unconsciousness, when he felt a kiss on his forehead. He slowly opened his eyes to find his beautiful girlfriend in front of him. Feeling he was slowly drowsing off, she had gotten up, put her book on the table and taken the nearly finished cold chocolate from him. She smiled at him warmly, something he rarely saw being done in the Malfoy Mansion anymore. He found himself drowsily smiling back. She beckoned him to lie down.
Hermione stood up and went to her bedroom. She came back revealing a pillow and blanket. She was straightening the pillow into position on the couch so that he could sleep, when he placed a hand on her hands, stilling them, and a hand cupping her face, guiding her face to look at him. She smiled and he bent over to kiss her soft pink lips. He deepened the kiss and pulled her up into his lap.
Soon enough they were making out passionately on the comfy couch. But it was unfortunately interrupted when Hermione accidentally knocked over his cup of cold chocolate from the table. She sighed as she rushed, releasing him to clean up the mess. But Draco would not have a knocked cup of tea spoil their night. Once she finished cleaning the mess, he swept her off her feet and kissed her even more passionately than before, carrying her to the couch. She sighed deep into the kiss, enjoying the moment, making him smile in amusement.
After their little make-out session, he had fallen asleep; tired from his training with his father and everything that was going on at the Malfoy Mansion. His head was in her lap, and she stroked his soft platinum-blonde hair from his face. Hermione loved watching him sleep. It was a time where he could look at most peace and he looked so different from when he was awake. She wouldn't tell him, but he had probably already found out but she loved to watch him sleep.
She sighed and watched the flames of the fire dance merrily in the fireplace, as she reminisced about her times with her lover. She sometimes wondered why Dumbledore would not let the other know that Draco was on their side, that he was a spy for them. It was hard for him to learn to keep his current status to himself sometimes, he had told her, during meeting with other Death Eaters, especially in front of the Dark Lord and in front of his father. He was sacrificing a lot. If anyone knew, they would think, 'ah! He's doing it for her!' But in fact, he wasn't. He was doing it because he had decided that genocide was wrong; that a Dark Lord, who promised his followers, great powers, merely needed them to do his dirty work to get to the top.
He confessed that it disgusted him that his father would do such thing as to put the almighty Malfoy reputation on the line for the Dark Lord. Malfoy Heirs did not do such things such as allowing themselves to be ordered and made a fool of by anyone. Anyone. They were the ones who made their own decisions and ordered others what to do, not the other way around.
Draco became his own person, rarely agreeing with his father on the killing of the muggleborns in the magical society and with other issues that they talked about, during their last year of Hogwarts. There he became a secret order member, and was given the task of spying on the inner circle of Death Eaters. He was forced to watch merciless torture sessions and sometimes forced to join in them, just as Severus was forced to.
She faintly registered the tears that were starting to fall down from her eyes. Extreme worry for him was overwhelming her again. Draco slowly stirred, her tears waking him. He sat up, rubbed his eyes and pulled her close. He didn't have to ask her why she was crying for, he already knew. Sometimes words were completely powerless. He held her close, feeling her tremble, her face in his chest. Sometimes he hated himself, for that small action was all he could do to comfort her. It was all he could do to reassure her, that he would be fine, even though he knew that in the future he might not be.
October 28th 2008
A fist slammed down on the table.
"Damnit! We have to do something!" Ron roared standing up from the table.
They were in meeting that day, the main circle of people of Dumbledore's Army. Remus Lupin, Ron, Weasley, Hermione Granger, Severus Snape, Albus Dumbledore and a few other important leaders of specialized groups were present at the meeting. Hermione looked down at her hands, neatly folded on the table. Severus closed his eyes in annoyance, and replied back in annoyed drawl, "We can't, unless you know how to go up against this new weapon of theirs. You've been dead as soon as you apparate to the scene Weasley. Ron opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted.
"He's right Mr Weasley. There is nothing substantial we can do. Yet."
Ron clenched his fist tighter, causing his knuckles to turn white, and Hermione laid a hand on his arm, beckoning him to sit. "Mundugus, I want any word on the new weapon." Mundugus tipped his hat and apparated out of there. "Auror leaders, we need to diminish the number of people in busy places, and step up all training and procedures. We want all aurors alert." He got several nods and they were dismissed from the meeting.
He came to the last remaining people at the table. "Lupin, I need to you and Mr Weasley to analyze old records and such from the last few attacks, and the old gang to start investigating the extra Death Eater activities." Remus nodded. Ron sniffed. He hated analyzing documents, and investigating activities.
He turned to the last two remaining people who still required projects. "Severus, Ms Granger.." He sighed and removed his half-moon glasses cleaning them with a cloth he conjured. "I need you to examine the dead bodies to analyze the substances that remained from the blast. We need a counter curse, or potion or anything, to protect the aurors from suffering the same fate as the others."
October 29th 2008
"Hermione!" A panicky voice was waking her up shaking her urgently. The voice had woken her up. She opened her eyes. Looking outside, and noticing the darkness, she found that it wasn't even day break yet. Ron stood there in his pajamas next to her bed, eyes wide. 'Something's wrong' she thought. "Attack at the HQ!" She threw on a thick warm robe and put on her bunny slippers and apparated with Ron to 12 Grimwauld Place.
Hermione apparated next to Ron in the cold deserted street, in front of the Order's Headquarters. The dark mark was burning up in the sky just above the house. Ron rushed into the house with Hermione right behind him. Death Eaters were all over the place. A Death Eater noticed them. Hermione noticed because she stopped and muttered a few words, before ripping a vial from her neck and smashing it on the floor.
He snarled a "crucio majora" at them. A silver coloured orb surrounded them both. Ron took that time in the orb to curse and hex the Death Eater and a few more that were advancing on them fast. Hermione stood there, chanting the spell over and over, to keep the shield up.
More started coming, and Hermione was starting to be drained of power quickly. Wandless magic was still new to her. She held her wand out and Ron nodded. The orb disappeared and they were quickly ambushed by the Death Eaters rushing towards them. They climbed up the stairs dodging curses being thrown at them, hitting a few of them with their own.
Ron held her hand as they raced up the stairs and away from the Death Eaters. A scream broke out. Ron and Hermione's eyes locked in fear. Ron raced up the stairs, letting go of Hermione's hand. Death Eaters were coming up stairs and he would need time to get up to the third floor.
She stood blocking the Death Eaters path, and quickly conjured a highly unstable potion and a small vial both from her desk, in the basement. She quickly drank the vial, and smashed the highly unstable one on the floor. A red coloured orb surrounded her and cut off the Death Eaters from moving forward. Muttering spells over and over again, she helped the arriving aurors by immobilizing Death Eaters. Soon the house was safe again, the fires were put out, and some of the captured Death Eaters were on their way to Azkaban.
Ron hadn't come down yet. She left the aurors downstairs and cautiously made her way up to the third floor, her wand out. At the top of the stairs, she saw Ron sitting on the floor, head buried in his hands. She rushed over to him. He was sitting on the floor of Ginny's room. The place was partly on fire. She put it out, and held him tightly, and he let her. "What happened Ron?" She pulled his hands away from his face and almost cried at the sight. Tears were falling from his wide eyes. Hermione pulled him close and into a hug. "She's gone. She's gone. I let them take her." He kept saying.
"Who?" She asked gently. "Ginny!" Her eyes widened. Tears started to fall from her eyes too, and she faintly registered the sound of footsteps bounding up the stairs. She faintly saw a disheveled Harry Potter walk in the room through her tears, and kneel down to comfort them both.
A/N: Sorry about the long wait.. :P ahh.. :) I like this chapter.. :P but I'm going to have fun writing the next couple of chapters.. :P I know the dates are wrong.. but ;) who cares this is my fanfic.. and I know I'll be able to get away with it.. tehe.. :D
5/1/07 NOTE: will probably review these chapters when I get a chance and get the dates right.
Song: "Goodbye to You" by Michelle Branch