IT SHOULD BE US (DRAMIONE)

6: some lady

** Draco **
I woke up Monday morning with a crick in my neck and a body wrapped awkwardly around mine.

I looked to confirm if it was actually Hermione, or just one night stand, and Hermione getting engaged was all in my imagination.

I couldn't actually see her face, but her mane was beyond distinguishable

Unfortunately, it was definitely Hermione.

Putting aside my self pity for a moment I pushed her hair off her face and took a minute to appreciate everything about her.

Her hair, while it looked messy, was fluffy. Her figure was small and molded perfectly to mine. Her lips weren't large but they were pouty and made for kisses. Her skin was soft and super warm, except her hands which were freezing. But, it wasn't just her skin, she was a warm person in general. Knowing her at all was like being enveloped in long never ending hug.

The fact that I've gotten the opportunity to hold Hermione Granger makes me never want to let her go. It makes me want to pay a house elf to bring everything to us, and just stay in this seat, in this position forever. It makes me want to die one day before her , so I never have to live without her ever again.

Gods, I really need to find a way to end this wedding if I ever want to be happy, no matter how selfish it is.

As my arms slightly tightened around her, she stirred and let out a quiet yawn before kissing my cheek good morning and leaving through the floo to get ready for the day.

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Ten minutes later she came back through the floo, all ready to go shopping, leaving me in a rush to get dressed.

As we ate pastries and drank coffee, from one of our favorite restaurants, in the cab, Hermione explained that they spilt the registry list in half,  "Mike" was going to do half of it at a shop in the States, for his guests, and Hermione was doing hers here in London.

We spent half of the day registering dinnerware, linens, and books, "for the home library," she had explained. It was an unbelievable excuse but I didn't have the heart to tell her so.

As we were leaving the store to go to lunch she stopped dead in her tracks and pulled me back by the arm.

"What is it?" I asked, confused.

She dragged in the direction of an unknown department, as she said, "I totally forgot I had to do that, and you're perfect person to help me."

I was confused for a second, but as we entered a portion of the store covered in lace, silk, and mesh covered mannequins, it became abundantly clear what she intended. "I don't know Herm-"

She cut me off, and said, "oh, don't be silly. You've probably seen more lingerie than Casanova, so we should put your horny to good use."

I couldn't say no, especially because it sounded oddly like an invitation for much more than my opinion.

We walked around picking out random things together, mostly her choosing and my nodding my head yes or no.

Then she was trying them on.

Now it wasn't like I hadn't had  a single sexual thought about her over the years, I mean there's been a lot of proximity and I've been secretly in love with her, but the fact that I was actually going to see her in all her glory was making me as nervous as a third year wanking for the first time.

The very first ensemble she walked out in had me stunned and indescribably hard. The top was a blood red lace balconette bra with no lining, luckily she had the foresight to grab nipple covers, else I would've probably came in my pants in the middle of Harrods. The bottoms were in the same lace and only had a scrap of silk fabric over the center of the panties. Then she had on a garter belt in same lace holding up black lacy stockings, that would presumably be hidden by her wedding dress.

She was beautiful, her body filled out everything perfect, and I wanted nothing more than the break the rules and apparate her to my house and make love to her all day.

Hermione broke me out of my reverie by asking how it looked. Realizing she wasn't mine to love, I told her it was ok, so he'd never get the opportunity to behold the sight.

I ended up convincing her the boring white one was the best option because "Mike" doesn't even deserve Hermione, let alone her effort.

After she checked out we grabbed lunch at our favorite curry shop, and took a walk in the park, where she offhandedly said, "God, I'm really going to miss our walks in the park."

I jokingly pushed my shoulder into hers and said, "Why, won't Mike let you hang out with me, or am I so hot that he's worried you'll run away with me?"

Hermione looked at me in a serious manner. "Look, I didn't know how to tell you this because I really care for you and you're one of the most important people in my life, but when we catch that flight to the States next Wednesday, that's it. I'm moving across the pond to be with him."

I stopped walking in shock and looked down at her aghast. "Wait, what? You can't just upend your life like that, what about your job and your grandmother, and all of your friends."

She looked at me sadly. "Everyone else knows Draco. They understand that he has all of his family over there and I only have my grandmother. Hell even grandma Rose understands, and she's planning on using some of the money my parents left us, to buy a house close to me for when she visits. And I know you're going to say you're my family, and truly you are, but no one else will understand that. Plus, Mike's mother will throw a fit if he even thinks of moving."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing, I mean after all Hermione has done for wizarding Britain she's not even going to stay to see its future. "When are you going to stop letting his stupid mother push you around. She's forcing you to start dressing different, and "advising" you to straighten your hair, and making you take his stupid last name. God, she isn't even letting you pick your own wedding dress, the one you've dreamed of for years. I mean I've always thought of you as the bravest person I've ever known, aside from Potter but he's borderline stupid, but right now you're being a coward and taking orders from some lady who's never worked a day in her life, all just to marry a man you're probably only marrying cause you're scared of being single."

The moment I finished my tirade, I realized my mistake, for Hermione was crying and backing away from me, ultimately leaving me standing there before I could even begin to apologize.

I noticed people were staring and yelled at them too, clearly I was losing my touch.

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