-1A/N: the song is Deeper into you by TRUSTcompany, one of my fav. Songs of all time.

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The song of the Heart's embrace

Chapter One

I feel it eating in me, while you still drown me.

And cross the line over and over again.

It's all around me, now I'm here cause of you.

He turned to her and tried hard to understand her expression, it could be read in so many different ways and he really didn't want to read it wrong.

"What are you doing here, Malfoy?" she asked, catching only glimpses of him in the reflection of the rain-smothered window.

"I don't know…" he replied, scrunching up with face with worry.

"How did you find me?" she questioned, folding her arms tightly across her chest.

"I don't know…" he whispered, confusing filling his mind.

"You don't know?" anger rose in her voice, like she was preparing to pounce. "Is that all you can say? Turning up at my house unexpected, asking for shelter… asking me for anything really is shocking."

"It's okay, I'll go," he whispered, bringing a hand to reach for the door.

"Sit down," Hermione said, finally turning around to address him, looking at him properly for the first time.

His clothes were loose, dirty, and baggy, his skin tight to his skin, gaunt and haunting cheeks compliment straggly, greasy hair and dreary, baggy eyes.

"Hermione… Granger, I mean… please let me stay, only if it is for a little while, so I can sort things out," he sighed, taking a seat next to her.

He knew why he was there, and he knew how he found her. He was there for her, and he always knew where to find what he wanted. He didn't know why exactly he was there, and he certainly didn't know why he wanted her, all he knew was that whatever it was was all around him, now he's here cause of her.

Now I'm falling, I'm falling out cause of you.

Now I'm falling, deeper into you.

"No, not like that," Hermione sighed, walking to the microwave and taking the metal pan out. "You'll kill us like that!"

"Oh, I told you this would be useless!" he growled, his usual Malfoy stubbornness showing through.

"You told me you would be able to do it without my help, and that I wasn't needed!" muttered Hermione aggressively. "Just take my plate, I'm not hungry…"

Hermione turned on her heel and shot into the living room, slumping into a ball as she lay upon the couch. Draco's head popped around the door as he looked onto her calmly. He whisked his head away, and shook it, tutting slightly under his breath. He knew he would fall any depth to be inside her, because of her he was suffering, because of her he nearly had a real friend.

Time to pity myself; I can't let me cross the line for her.

I'm not me when I dream, there's someone else in me.

That I fear cause of you.

He was brought up without love and never really figured this out until one dreary evening when Hermione had promised to teach him to play a ridiculous game using rectangles of floppy card called "solitaire".

"No… NO! not like that!" she laughed, smiling kindly, filling him with something he was unfamiliar with.

"Then like what?" he growled stubbornly, sighing as he buried his head in his shoulder.

"Don't stress, Malfoy, there's no need to!" she sighed, giving his shoulder a quick squeeze.

"I'm a pathetic excuse for a man…" Draco murmured, gritting his teeth as he had mumbled it. "I'm so… disgusting…"

"don't pity yourself so much, your not pathetic, Malfoy, you just haven't grown out of the pathetic excuse of Malfoy-ness left in you…"

He couldn't just change for her, he couldn't. he would have to cross a long line of something invisible, a boundary he couldn't cross, not even for her.

Now I'm falling, I'm falling out cause of you.

Now I'm falling, deeper into you.

Hermione cautiously poked her head around the bedroom door, looking at him as he pulled of him top, mid-action he turned to her and gave her a questioning glare. She crept in, her body wrapped in a silk night-gown that clung to her every curve. He looked to her as she crawled into the bed, his eyebrows rising slightly.

"I'm scared of the night time, I don't like to be alone…" she mumbled sleepily. "I don't think I could bare another lonely night…"

Draco shook his head in awe, slipping into the bed next to her, making sure no slytherin skin should touch a Gryfindor's. Draco didn't like to think that way, but he always did, it was in his blood. He looked at her and felt him fall deeper into him. He wondered what his dreams would be haunted with tonight.

I'm not me when I dream; I'm not me when I dream, anymore.

Because of you.

Now I'm falling, I'm falling out cause of you.

Now I'm falling, deeper into you.