Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ I'm Bad ❯ the ghost of you ( Chapter 2 )

Again, I don't own anything. Not the song. Not the original story. And thanks for reminding me of that fact, like I need something else to rain on my [black] parade (I couldn't help myself).

Thanks to cant-keep-up-with-time, for helping me to pick a song!

 

This is chapter 2, and I'm going to go over what led to the first chapter a bit more. The song for this one is “The Ghost of You”.

Oh, I know the lyrics don't always fit, so I kinda changed she to he in places…okay? It changes part of the first verse. I love the song and don't mean anything bad by changing that!!!!! Sorry if it offends you.

 

 

 

 

Hermione lies on Draco's chest, sleeping. The sweet scent of her shampoo, coconut, already lingers on the pillow, and now decides to target the blonde.

Draco lets the strangely good scent rest on his mind.

“How different she is from him…”

 

I never said I'd lie in wait forever. If I died we'd be together.

 

He holds her closer to him, being careful not to wake her.

“It should be a crime to be like her. To not care about anything in the past, to be so accepting just because precious Potter told her to be…God, Harry…Why did you have to go?”

Tears well in the silver eyes. It seems like it must be the millionth time this has happened.

“I didn't even like him that much. Why do I break up when I think of his name?”

 

 

I can't always just forget him. But he could try.

 

“You were such an idiot. How could you let yourself get killed? And then to tell Hermione to come here…? What were you thinking?”

His fingers absentmindedly trace a line down the center of her back.

“How did you know I wouldn't let her die? How did you know that I wouldn't kill her? I only put up with you because it was you.”

 

At the end of the world, or the last thing I see, you are never coming home never coming home. Could I? Should I?

 

“Not that I'm complaining. She's not too bad on the eyes, and she's nice”

He kisses her forehead, and those long eyelashes flutter open. She looks up at him and smiles, shocked to see the tears not quite hidden in time by an icy glare.

She guides his face towards her own, letting their lips meet

As they part, she whispers “I love you.”

 

And all the things that you never ever told me. And all the smiles that are ever.

 

Her arms wrap around the back of his neck.

“You're thinking about him, aren't you?” she asks, laying her head back down.

“I…”

“It's alright. I don't mind. After all, how could you forget? You and him, I'm nothing compared to what he was.”

“That's not true… you're just different.” He tries to keep her close. “You and him aren't the same, but that's not entirely a bad thing.” He kisses her again, but she shies away.

 

Ever. Get the feeling that you're never, all alone and I remember now.

 

“You were with him…” His voice threatens to lose its composure. “Let me hear what he said again, please.”

 

At the top of my lungs in my arms he dies. He dies.

 

“He told me to save you, because you were the one needing saving. I know now that he was right. Back then, I wasn't so sure. You never let the world see the real you, did you? Just like him, you hid.” She sighs. “To be honest, I was surprised when you saved me. And when you went into that fight with Lucius, I had assumed you had lost your mind.”

“Well, you know what they say when you make assumptions.”

“You were willing to die, though. That's when I made up my mind, you know; when I saw you broken like that.”

“I had forgotten you saw me cry. No one besides you and him ever have.”

 

At the end of the world, or the last thing I see. You are never coming home never coming home. Could I? Should I?

 

“How can you care about me? I'm a traitor to my side. I'm fucking weak. How can you want me the way you do?”

“Because he wasn't lying. You needed saving.”

“I thought that it was his job to always play hero.”

“I filled in.”

 

 

And all the things that you never ever told me. And all the smiles that are ever gonna haunt me.

 

“You never struck me as the hero type.”

“Trust me, for you, I will be. Like I said before, Draco, I love you.”

She stays with her head to his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

 

Never coming home. Never coming home. Could I? Should I?

 

 

“You love me. I guess that I love you to.”

She freezes at his words. So happy that the tears are ready to flow.

“Do you mean that?”

 

And all the wounds that are ever gonna scar me. For all the ghosts that are never gonna catch me.

 

“Malfoy's never lie.”

 

If I fall. If I fall down.

 

 

He holds her until she falls asleep again.

 

 

At the end of the world, or the last thing I see. You are never coming home never coming home. Never coming home never coming home

 

“She might not be the same as you, Harry. But I think I love her as much, if not more, than I loved you. Please forgive me.”

 

And all the things that you never ever told me. And all the smiles that are ever gonna haunt me. Never coming home never coming home.

 

He closes his eyes.

“I'm sorry Harry. Like I said, Malfoy's don't lie. I think I love her. Did you plan that all along? I wish that I could ask you…”

 

Could I? Should I?

And all the wounds that are ever gonna scar me. For all the ghosts that are never…

 

 

Please let me know if I should continue with the story. I can't blame you if you say no. the next chapter will be about `mione's reaction to Draco and how she kinda came to fall for him. I might consider non MCR songs if they fit, but try to think of something by them. Thank you for reading. Oh, and I'm not gonna really go back into the slash with this one. That's why I wrote Fu Inle. I promise I'll update that one soon, too.