A/N: the song is Bring Me To Life by Evanescence.
This is the last chapter, the concluding chapter, the one that tells all, well it concludes I that is! And again, you will realise with this chapter I have shorted the song, cut out the chorus in a bit I think.
Let's just say this chapter is for Schermione!
Song of The Heart's Embrace
Chapter Ten
Bring Me to Life
how can you see into my eyes
like open doors.
He approached her crying form and grasped her by the shoulders, making her wince slightly. He cupped her chin between his index finger and thumb, tilting it upwards. He stared into her eyes for a long time, feeling an invisible thread of their undying love form a bridge between them. His glittering orbs stared into her chocolate wonders and he smiled so widely.
"Draco?" she whispered, and he held her close, the blood from his chest soaking into her shirt, but she couldn't care less.
leading you down into my core
where I've become so numb.
Hermione dug her nails into his back as she embraced him. He had to lean down, but that didn't bother him, he smelt her hair, taking in her smell, the smell he had been lying with, having to hold back the urge to take away.
He pulled her away and stared again, before gently pressing his lips against hers.
Their first real kiss.
A bloody kiss.
But a real kiss.
His tongue stroked her bottom lip and she parted her lips, joining in the slow dance of his song. She wrapped her arms around his neck, his arms wrapped under her arms and around her back. The kiss was long, sweet, deep.
Hermione refused to pull away; she kissed him deeper, running her hands through his hair.
without a soul
my spirit's sleeping somewhere cold
until you find it there and lead it back home.
When Hermione finally did part from him, he was grinning madly, a blush tinting his blooded face. She put a hand to his cheek and slid it across his jawbone, pulling him back to her. He kissed her faster this time, smiling under it as she moaned slightly. He parted from her and laced his hand in hers. She looked into his face, searching for an emotion.
"I love you," he purred, smirking.
wake me up.
wake me up inside.
Hermione realised.
She realised that she loved the smirk.
She loved the purr that made her tingle, made her lust sinfully.
She realised she loved the Malfoy she hated inside.
She realised that his hand was tightly entwined in hers, like he meant every action.
He stepped forward and combed his free hand into her hair, kissing along her jawbone and up to the edge of her jawbone, just under her ear. She tilted her head back as if to clarify the pleasure this gave her. He then kissed her ear, nibbling it gently, her hands slipping down his back.
I can't wake up.
wake me up inside.
Hermione pulled away from him teasingly. She walked to the bed and slipped her shoes off, throwing them to the side. She knelt on the bed, staring at him with her lusting eyes. She smiled widely as he crawled over the bed to her, bringing her body to his; he kissed her, slightly aggressively, nibbling slightly on her tongue.
save me.
call my name and save me from the dark.
She pulled away, urging him to deepen this feeling.
"Draco…" she gasped, as he kissed down her neck unexpectedly, ripping off her shirt and kissing down her chest to her breasts.
Hermione pulled her body to him, still kneeling to him. He parted her legs, bringing his body between them, pushing her down onto the bed.
"Hermione!" he purred, bringing his lips to her breasts as he carefully peeled away her bra.
She gasped, thrusting her chest upwards. He gently set a rhythm of his tongue as it danced across her erect nipples. Impatiently Hermione tugged Draco's buckle, shocking him and making him bite her, to which she screamed in pleasure. He slipped down her skirt and her underwear, stroking her hips soothingly, making it tickle. Hermione pushed up, her naked body straddling him as she undid his jeans and slipped them away, grinning to see he was wearing no boxers.
wake me up.
bid my blood to run.
He pushed her down and thrust his hips to hers as she screamed in delight. He grinned, kissing her neck as he did so. Hermione suddenly did something unexpected, she pushed Draco's torso away and began kissing his bloody chest, the one that had rubbed the red liquid onto her own. She reached his nipples and licked the playfully, his salty blood filling her mouth. She licked more of the blood and he grasped her chin, kissing her deeply, their tongues dancing to the same beat as their hips.
I can't wake up.
before I come undone.
Hermione screamed louder and louder, before they parted. Hermione snuggled into Draco's gooey chest, her hair tangled in the crimson life source.
"I love you, Draco," she smiled, letting him wrap a strong arm around her.
"I'll never hate you again," he purred and she pulled his naked body to her own.
"Never?"
"Never ever," he soothed, kissing her sweaty forehead.
"That's not possible," she whispered and he laughed.
It's true they would always hate each other.
save me.
save me from the nothing I've become.
Draco eyed his beauty as she drifted into sleep. He pulled her close to him.
She was his.
He was hers.
At least they didn't have to fake anything at the supermarket any more, or the clothes store, or the newsagents, or the cafes. Draco kissed her neck gently, stroking her hair gently, before he too fell asleep.
now that I know what I'm without
you can't just leave me.
Hermione awoke, turning around to smile at him.
He was gone.
She sat up straight hurriedly, finding only his shirt on the floor.
She put his shirt on and rushed out of the room to the living room.
He wasn't there either.
She panicked.
She almost cried.
It was the smell of burning that assured her.
She never would have thought in a million years that the smell of burning would make her feel good about anything.
"Hermione! I made toast!" he exclaimed, and then he saw the look on her face.
"You can't just leave me!" she growled and he laughed, ignoring her reluctance, he kissed her deeply.
breathe into me and make me real
bring me to life.
She collapsed in the kiss, kissing him back with such vigour, he lost balance, and they ended up in a heap on the floor.
"Who shall we tell?" Hermione sighed, kissing his forehead as he cradled her, a fond smirk upon his face.
bring me to life.
I've been living a lie
there's nothing inside.
Harry and Ginny took the news very differently. Harry merely congratulated his best friend, happy to see her smile so freely. Harry shook Draco's hand warmly and they nodded to each other, as if it were a wordless spell to erase the past.
Ginny however.
"Take the curse off!" she yelled, pointing her wand at Draco's heart.
"Slow down there Weasley…" Draco said nervously, aware she would curse him the moment he tried to get his wand.
"Oh no you don't!" shouted Hermione, catching Ginny off guard. "Expelliarmus!"
Ginny's wand shot to the other side of the room, making Hermione grin madly.
"It's the imperius curse!" Ginny accused, pointing her finger at Draco as if that would help.
"That's it I willingly made love to him, and then he decided to…"
"Too much info, Hermione," winced Harry, making Draco smirk, wrapping his arms around his beauty, and nuzzling her neck.
bring me to life.
frozen inside without your touch,
without your love, darling.
Doctor Wood smiled nervously after the news was told to him.
"So your telling me you're now with you arch-enemy?" Oliver murmured.
"Yes!" Hermione grinned, letting Draco nibble on her ear.
"How exactly did you?"
"It was one hell of a heterosexual night of hot, sweaty, bloody – don't ask- sex!" Draco exclaimed, shocking even Hermione. "I'm sorry, I was proud of it!" he mumbled embarrassedly.
"You do realise that was Hermione's virginity, don't you?" Oliver asked.
"Oh, fucking hell, Oliver!" Hermione growled, shaking her head.
"Well then, in that case it was one hell of a heterosexual night of joint-virgin hot, sweaty, bloody –again don't ask- sex! I was a virgin too you see!" he added the last bit as if in afterthought, making Hermione giggle.
"Well then, as long as this makes you happy, Hermione," said Doctor Oliver Wood, smiling slowly.
"Later, we can have some real sex, none of that virgin stuff this time, eh?" purred Draco into Hermione's ear, pulling her close to him, making a shiver travel up her spine like always.
"Please Malfoy, that is hardly appropriate!" Oliver squeaked, having heard more than he wanted to.
Draco went bright red, making Hermione laugh, although she stopped as Draco kissed her, making Oliver roll his eyes and shake his head.
only you are the life among the dead.
Ron.
Ron wouldn't speak to her, but who cared about Ron, eh?
Dear Hermione,
I am writing a letter to tell you that I love you and that I have only gone up to the shops to get some coffee, I feel we tired ourselves out last night and if we want a repeat of that we will need to be awake.
I love you.
Draco
Xxxx
P.s. rawr (for last night- said like a tiger)
Hermione put the letter back on the pillow and laughed slightly.
Last night was tiring, but so is love.
all of this sight
I can't believe I couldn't see
kept in the dark
but you were there in front of me
Hermione cradled the child in her arms, kissing the girl's forehead softly.
"What will you be calling the baby girl?" asked the midwife.
"Jane," said Draco instantly.
"I was going to say Narcissa," said Hermione grumpily.
"Fine, Jane Narcissa Granger," Draco smiled, stroking his daughter's head.
"No, Jane Narcissa Malfoy, parents Draco Lucius and Hermione Jane Malfoy… it's about time I took your name isn't it?" asked Hermione and Draco smiled, he brought out his wand and magicked up the papers.
Hermione eagerly signed them swirling her writing elegantly. Draco cupped his wife's chin and kissed her lips lovingly, the same smirk on his lips.
I've been sleeping a 1000 years it seems.
I've got to open my eyes to everything.
Hermione awoke as someone jumped up and down on the bed.
"Ah…" grumbled Draco, making her laugh.
"Daddy! Mummy!" the voice screamed.
Hermione sat up to look her daughter in the face. Her eleven-year-old daughter sat next to her father and hugged him tightly, her blonde hair and brown eyes contrasting.
"Mummy?" a small voice questioned.
Hermione turned to Luke and picked him up softly, cuddling her five-year-old to her chest. Draco laced his hand in hers and kissed her cheek to wake her before ruffling his son's curly brown hair.
"First day of school!" exclaimed Jane and Draco swore loudly, making Luke giggle, a smirk playing across his lips as a twinkle emerged in his silver eyes.
"Hogwarts express," murmured Hermione, wiping what appeared to be chocolate from Luke's face. "Draco why has Lucius got chocolate around his mouth?"
"Luke was feeling ill, he had a bad dream last night, so I gave him some honeyduke's to make him feel better…" Draco smiled.
"Mummy?" Luke asked.
"Yes, Luke?" Hermione said, looking down at her son.
"I love you," he said, hugging her tightly.
"I love you too, and you as well Jane," Hermione smiled.
"Daddy?" Luke drawled.
"No you may not go to Hogwart's, you're too young!" Draco snapped back, getting a very sour look from his son.
without a thought
without a voice
without a soul
don't let me die here
there must be something wrong.
Hermione arrived at the station, a very grumpy looking Luke approaching her, with what appeared to be the youngest Potter attached to his arm.
"Hello Lilly!" smiled Hermione, and the twelve-year-old rushed to her, hugging her.
"Where's dad?" growled Luke, his brown hair tousled slightly.
"What have you two been up to?" asked Hermione, smirking slightly.
"Nothing!" said Luke suddenly, a little too suddenly, going bright red.
"Way to go, son!" said Draco, whacking his twelve-year-old son on the back.
"That's a good idea, where're my parents?" asked Lilly, brushing her hair behind her ear, the redness standing out against her green eyes.
"No! Sirius!" giggled Jane as they came off the train.
The eldest Potter kissed Jane fondly, his dark black hair, glasses and bright eyes, resembling much of his father, however the freckles truly were Weasley's. Three more Potters got off the train, followed by the Weasley clan.
Ron ran up with Luna and hugged their children one by one. Molly junior, the youngest, first year, friends with Lilly and Luke. Arthur junior, second year. Fred and George junior: third year, and friends with Remus Potter. Hermes: fourth year, and friends with Rubeus Potter. Harriet: sixth year, and friends with Jane Malfoy and Sirius Potter. Last of all came James Potter, seventh year.
James approached Harriet Weasley and scooped her up, making her jump.
"Bless," said Harry, laughing widely. "I wish I had been that confident…"
"Trust me, you were confident enough," smirked Malfoy.
Bring me to life.
bring me to life.
Hermione snuggled into her husband, her eyes closing.
Her life was perfect; she had two perfect kids, both mad for two perfect Potters.
She had a perfect husband who loved her.
Even the noise of all the kids in the garden was perfect.
I've been living a lie
there's nothing inside.
Draco growled at the sound, not wanting to wake up his Hermione.
"I love you," he purred into her ear and then smirked as she mouthed it sleepily back to him
It was shocking how much they could love someone, when they hated them so much… or was it the other way round?
Whatever is was, it was the real meaning of a Love-Hate relationship, the ultimate oxymoron.
bring me to life
The End
A/N: yay fluff! Wooo! Mwa ha ha ha ha!
I just realised I HAVE to do a sequel now, I named the entire kids god damn it! There were thirteen people to name! Have pity upon me people.
There will be a sequel about the kids… I know I'll start it now, even though it's 1:30 in the morning.
Please review.
Yes this is over, I nearly cried when I had to finish it.