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Summary: When two old enemies meet up again, will they be able to look past their differences and get along? What happens if they fall for each other but he's slated to marry someone else? Will he follow his heart or his parents' wishes? Dramione.
Author's note: Lyrics by Goo Goo Dolls
And I'd give up forever to touch you
'Cause I know that you feel me somehow
You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be
And I don't want to go home right now
And all I can taste is this moment
And all I can breathe is your life
And sooner or later it's over
I just don't wanna miss you tonight
And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's meant to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
Draco and Hermione went back to his place with the cake and the champagne and they sat cross legged at his coffee table and dug into the cake with two forks. Draco poured the champagne and they sat and drank that while feeding each other bites of cake.
"You know this is really good. Is this strawberry filling?" she asked with a mouthful of dessert.
"I think so. It's a shame I smashed the rest of it," he laughed slightly.
"Did you see the looks on everyone's faces when you did that? You do realize this scandal is going to make the papers. You even posed for a picture with me!" she giggled.
"So what? Let it make the papers. At least then no one can say Draco Malfoy is a ponce who does everything his daddy asks him to do. For once I actually stood up to everyone. It felt good," He grinned at her.
"I bet it did feel good. Are you worried what's gonna happen next?" she asked taking a sip of her champagne.
"No, not really. I mean, my house is paid for. I own it now. And everything else? It's just window dressing. I have a job. A shitty one, but it's still work. I'll get by. We just might have to eat a lot less fancy dinners and more kabobs from the stand on the corner by work," he chuckled.
"I like kabobs. And you know I never cared about your money before," she assured him.
"I know you never did. But I did. I really cared a lot. But now I see how much worse life could be and money couldn't fix it. So I'd rather be my own man and be penniless than to live under someone else's rules."
"I kept trying to tell you that, but you didn't listen to me."
"I'm listening now. I'm all ears. I can't believe how close I came to actually throwing my whole life away. I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't of shown up," he admitted.
"I wasn't planning to come, but then I just had to see you one last time as a free man. It was kind of silly. But now I'm incredibly glad I did it! When I was snooping around the house, I was actually looking for you. Not Astoria. But I stumbled onto gold. You should have seen me when your mum wouldn't let me talk to you! I had to climb a bloody tree to get reception on my phone! I must have looked like a loon," she laughed.
"You climbed up a tree?" he chuckled. "You really were desperate weren't you?"
"Of course I was! I had very important information and I had to think of some way to get to you. Cue me asking Harry to arrest you," she said trying not to laugh again.
"He really shocked the shit out of me when he burst into my room with fucking handcuffs! I was like, can my life get any worse? Then I realized maybe Azkaban was better than Astoria. But not by much."
"I'm sorry I scared you into thinking you were going to prison. But it worked! They let Harry in. I didn't know how else to get inside the house."
"You know, you look really pretty today, by the way. I never got a chance to tell you how I liked your dress," he smiled at her as he fed her more wedding cake.
"Why thank you. You look amazing yourself. The tux is a good look for you," she said sincerely.
"It's not very comfortable though. Maybe I should take it off? Or maybe you should take it off for me?" he said suggestively.
"Hmm, are you trying to imply something naughty, Mr. Malfoy?" she teased him playfully.
"I might be. God woman, I've waited long enough, don't you think?" he said with a lusty look.
"Hey, it was you who wanted to wait. I thought your penis was broken or something," she informed him.
"Broken? Hardly. It works just fine. I just was too wracked with guilt before. But now I know I didn't do anything wrong. I'm not tainted in some way. So let's get naked!"
"But I'm a virgin, Draco. I can't possibly do that until you marry me," she said mocking Astoria.
He just shook his head and smiled at her.
"Well I won't tell your daddy what a naughty girl you are."
"I can't keep this up. It's too ridiculous. Let's go to your room," she said hurriedly taking his hand.
He helped her up and they started kissing immediately. They had waited a very long time for this moment, and nothing was going to ruin it now. She ripped off his tux jacket and threw it aside. Then she undid his tie and tossed it in the air. He just unzipped her dress and it fell to the floor. They barely made it up the stairs, leaving a trail of clothes in their wake. They were soon divested of all their clothes and fell onto the bed together. Their passion was all overwhelming and amazing and neither one of them had ever felt this way about someone before. It was more than just sex, but their all-consuming love for each other. They were finally taking things to the level they'd wanted to take them for all along. Once they were spent, they both lay there wrapped up in the sheets, a tangled mess of limbs, breathing heavily.
"Oh my God," Hermione said breathlessly. "I can't feel my legs."
"I can't feel my anything right now. Bloody hell. That was fucking fantastic," he breathed heavily into her ear as he collapsed on top of her.
"Why did we wait so long to do this?" she wondered feverishly.
"Because I'm a moron. That's why. I still can't believe I put you off for all that time. Now I know what I was missing," he laughed slightly.
"You're not a moron. You just didn't know any better than what you'd been told. For what it's worth, I appreciate that you respected me enough not to get me in bed when you thought you'd slept with someone else," she admitted softly.
"I couldn't do that to you. It felt dishonest. It was dishonest. And I'm so sorry it was that way," he apologized.
"Don't worry about it. We know now the truth. And nothing is ever going to keep us from each other now," she said, smoothing his messy hair out of his eyes.
"I love you."
"I love you too."
And with that, he rolled off of her and grabbed her up close to him. They snuggled under the covers and just relished the feel of each other's bodies pressed against one another.
"I could get used to this," she sighed contentedly.
"Me too," he agreed. "Hey, you wanna go on my honeymoon with me? It's already paid for."
"Yeah. We're going to Paris. It's gonna be romantic. If you don't go with me, I'm afraid I'll have to take my hand. And he's not nearly as fun to kiss under the Eiffel Tower," he joked.
"So you're really still going on the honeymoon?" she wondered curiously.
"I was planning to. I could use a fucking vacation, God only knows. I paid for it, so why shouldn't I go?"
"Do you really want me to come with you?"
"Of course! Can you? We leave on Monday."
"I didn't put in for any time off from work," she said with a scrunched up face.
"So? Just call in sick," he urged her.
"For an entire week?" she laughed.
"I guess I could. I never take time off," she pondered.
"Come with me. You know you want to! I was dreading this holiday, but if you're with me, everything would be perfect," he smiled down at her.
"Okay. I'll do it. It's crazy, but I'll do it!" she laughed and kissed him full on the mouth.
"Hmm, I should invite you on honeymoons more often, if it makes you kiss me like that," he joked.
"Were you really not planning to touch Astoria on your honeymoon?" she asked suddenly.
"What? No, of course not. I even booked a room with two beds. Which I'll try and remedy once we get there. But I don't know how soon my money is gonna run out. Normally I'd just bribe my way to a better room," he sighed softly.
"You still don't know if your parents will disown you for real yet. They didn't say anything," she reminded him.
"I didn't give them a chance to say anything. I'm assuming that I upset everyone involved by running out on that very expensive wedding. They'll probably make me pay them back."
"Nah, you had a good reason for running out! She lied to you. Her parents should pay for that and make her pay them back instead."
"If only that were how it worked. But we'll see. I have enough saved up for the trip and for about a month or so, if I don't go crazy. It's hidden in a separate account that no one can get to except me. But the bulk of my trust fund is up for grabs, I'm afraid."
"Well you'll get by. And you don't even know yet what's going to happen. It might be better than you feared," she said hopefully.
"Yeah, maybe? But either way, it's worth it to me to lose everything if it means I have you," he said kissing the top of her head.
They both just lay there together, lost in the moment for a long time. But they both started getting sleepy and neither one of them wanted to fall asleep yet. So they got themselves up and Hermione put on one of Draco's t-shirts and he pulled on his boxers and they went back downstairs to finish the cake and champagne feast they'd started. They had some wonderful conversation and were both laughing by the end of it. They decided to turn on the telly and sit cuddled on the couch together watching another episode of the X-Files. It was their show. And this time they didn't have to rob from the show to use metaphors for how they felt.
"Mulder loves Scully so much. It's wicked obvious," she said looking over at him.
"It is wicked obvious isn't it? Especially when they've just shagged their brains out," he laughed.
"When do they do that on the show? Because I'm ready to see it!" she cried.
"I don't know. But I bet they do. Soon. I mean, how long can they really hold off?" he wondered.
"Not forever. Although some would say it took way too long for them to admit their feelings," she said to him.
"I think Mulder just had to be sure what he was doing before he said anything."
"Scully had to be sure too."
"I'm pretty sure they know now," he said giving her a kiss.
"This Scully is pretty content, but I don't know about the one on the screen," she smiled at him.
"You're the only Scully I care about," he beamed at her.
They started kissing again and soon forgot about their show and got lost in each other again. They went at it right on the couch and didn't really need a bed to express their feelings. When they were spent again, they noted it was really late.
"Should we try and sleep now?" she wondered after she caught her breath.
"I don't want to sleep because then I won't be with you," he whispered softly.
"Yes, you will. I'll be right next to you. Under your arm. I'm not going anywhere," she promised him.
"Hmm, I just feel like we have so much lost time to make up for," he admitted.
"Let's just stay awake and cuddle a little while longer," he said holding her tightly.
They did just that until they could barely keep their eyes open. Then they went upstairs again and climbed into bed. They just lay there, talking and giggling like two school children, even if nothing they said was particularly funny. They were just so relieved to be with each other. They kept telling each other what they were thinking during this whole ordeal and somehow it now struck them as funny. Mostly because all their angst had been for nothing. When the birds started chirping outside the window, they realized it was almost 6am. They'd stayed awake the entire night just talking to each other and nothing felt more perfect to them. Draco heard the owl come to his window with his copy of the Daily Prophet. He forced himself to get up and grab it, even though he was so tired he could barely move. But he gave the owl a treat and sent it on its way with the money he owed it. Then he looked at the front page.
There was a picture of him and Hermione standing there with part of his wedding cake in her hands. They looked cozy and the headline read, "Runaway Groom—Draco Malfoy leaves his fiancée at the altar for another woman!" He just sighed and handed it to Hermione.
"Here. This is the front page. It's us."
She looked at it and started laughing.
"Oh my God, my hair looks terrible!" she noted.
"Your hair looks fine! Read the article. I can't bear to read it," he said sitting down on the edge of the bed.
She perused the article and looked worried for a while until she got to towards the end. Then she grabbed Draco's arm to get his attention.
"Listen to this!" she said excitedly. Then she read part of the article to him. "Draco Malfoy's parents were questioned about their son's hasty departure from his own wedding and they had this to say. 'Our son was coerced into this marriage with falsehoods and fantasy. He was duped into the marriage and simply did what any man would do upon learning his fiancée was a liar. We fully support our son's actions and are thrilled to welcome Ms. Granger to our fold.'"
Draco grabbed the paper out of her hands and couldn't believe what she'd just read to him.
"That can't be right…"
"It is! I just read it. Your father is quoted right there," she pointed at the page.
He scanned it and broke out into a smile. Wonders would never cease. He wasn't disowned after all. His parents welcomed Hermione? What were they smoking when they gave that interview, he wondered. But he was just thrilled beyond belief. He never wanted to lose his family, but it was a necessary evil. But now his father was publicly welcoming Hermione into their lives. He didn't even know what to do with himself, he was so happy.
"My father was on my side. After all that, he was actually on my side," Draco said in disbelief.
"I knew they might change their minds! They seem kind of evil, but they have a heart sometimes," she said nodding her head.
"I didn't know they had a heart. They certainly never showed it to me before! But this is amazing. I get to keep you and my family and my money? It's Christmas!" he laughed as he tossed the paper to the bed and kissed Hermione happily.
She just laughed into his kiss and hugged him tightly. This was just the kind of news they needed to hear. It made everything complete. Except for one thing, Draco thought. There was one more thing he wanted. He looked at Hermione and held her hands.
"Hermione Granger, will you marry me?" he asked with a grin.
She was taken aback momentarily, but she just smiled as wide as she could.
"Why yes, Draco Malfoy, I will marry you," she answered.
And with that they kissed and kissed and kissed until they exhausted themselves and finally fell asleep. Both dreaming of a perfect life in which they were together. Happily. Forever. And this time they knew that dreams really did come true.
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