Naked

Naked

I wake up in the morning

Put on my face

The one that's going to get me

Through another day

Doesn't really matter

How I feel inside

This life is like a game sometimes

Great, it's another morning. Another day of being angelic Hermione Granger. I'm intelligent, successful, Head Girl, best friend to the amazing Ron Weasley and famous Harry Potter, as well as the Harry's girlfriend. People think I'm so perfect. But they don't know me. No one does. Voldemort (yes, I can say the name without dying of shock) has been using me to get to Harry all this time. Every year my master almost kills him because I have helped him. I know I'm a bad person. I'm not supposed to hurt the great Harry Potter. But hurting him is my sweet revenge. I expect the whole school knows by now that I'm walked in on him screwing Ginny Weasley. Its not like it was news to me, he's in other girls' knickers half his life. People must wonder why I put up with such a prick, they still love him and having some ugly scar on his head, but they admit that he's a colossal prick all the same. I mean, he doesn't exactly keep his escapades secret, now he knows I put up with them.

True, he's a prick, and I've never felt anything for him, so I might as well please Voldemort by going out with the bastard. It was all part of my master's happy little plan. I know I've used him, but hey, he cheats on me practically every day. I swear, soon they'll be a whole generation of green-eyed, black-haired people because he can't keep his dick to himself. I don't know why I'm talking about this like its not affecting me, because it is. I'm just skilled at covering my feeling, my emotions and myself up. But today . . . today, I woke up with that feeling I always have. The feeling of getting up and living a lie, betraying all around me and hearing about which girl Harry has been "secretly" knocking up. Except today that feeling was deeper, stronger than it's ever been. Like its eating away at my soul. I can't take that feeling any more. I can't take being me any more.

Then you came around me

The walls just disappeared

Nothing to surround me

To keep me from my fears

I'm unprotected

See how I've opened up

You've made me trust

Suddenly, I can't stop the tears. The tears I've held back since Voldermort first recruited me. The tears that I thought I would never shed because I was stronger than that. But now they come gushing out, and I don't have any control over them any more. I probably look like such a mess. Worse than I used to with my bush of hair and beaver teeth. No one can see me, though. I'm in the Head Girl's bedroom. Only Harry and Malfoy (can you believe they made him Head Boy?) know the password, and it's not like they're going to come and visit me. On second thoughts, someone is coming. I can hear them. Shit. Well, if its Harry, I'll tell him I'm not feeling to good. Not that he'd buy that. I'm trying to brush away more tears before he comes in.

It's not Harry, though. Double shit. Malfoy is the last person I want to see right now. He's probably come to rub it in about Ginny and Harry. Usually I'd come up with some smart comment to make him shove off, but my throat is choked with the tears I'm trying to hide. As I stare into his cold slate eyes, I can't stop crying again. Crying harder and harder. He's gently putting his arms around me. His arms are around me, Mudblood Granger. I feel so safe, though. I feel like he will hold me forever. I can open myself to him, and he'll understand me. He won't scream at me for being a traitor and using Harry. I feel like he'll listen to me, and help me through what I'm feeling. I feel like he's the only one I can ever trust.

I've never felt like this before

I'm naked around you

Does it show?

You can see right through me

And I can't hide

I'm naked around you

And it feels so right

I'm still in his strong arms. Spilling out all my secrets, and breathing in his musky aroma. Breathing in Draco's musky aroma. In ten minutes, he's changed from "the Malfoy prat" to Draco. I love saying that. Draco. He reassures me. He's making me realise who I am. I could stare into his beautiful eyes forever. I thought they were cruel before. Now they seem so deep. Full of understanding and passion. He's speaking to me again. Speaking to me in his deep husky voice. Telling me that he knows what I'm going through.

He's right. He's the only person who knows what I'm going through. We've both been used by Voldemort. We both despise him, yet are so eager to please him. We both know that when we reach eighteen the ugly Dark Mark will be seared on out skin. It is ugly. But we'll both be so proud that Voldemort acknowledges us as one of his people. We're both betraying Dumbledore, by serving our master. We've probably both done our fair share of killing Mudbloods. Killing my own people? They all think they're my own people. I'm as pureblood as Harry is unfaithful. My adoptive parents are the only Muggle factor in my life. They're so naïve, thinking that I just skip about and get straight A's. As soon as I hit eighteen, my wand will be guilty of their murder. They'll have served their purpose.

Trying to remmber

Why I was afraid

To be myself

And let the covers fall away

Guess I never had

Someone like you

To help me fit

In my skin

For the first time, I feel as if I can truly say that I am me. I am Hermione. And its all thanks to you that I'm finally someone true, not someone false.

"Thank you," I whisper to him, as he cradles me in his secure embrace.

"Hermione?" he asks me. It feels so right, so perfect, the way he says my name.

"Yes?" I reply, gripping to him tighter, in case he plans to leave. I couldn't handle that. I need him. I need him more than anything. I need him more than I need my own soul. I want to tell him how much I need him, but he has something to say to me first.

"I love you," he says simply.

"Draco, I love you too. I need you. Please don't ever let go of me. Draco, I'll love you forever. Please, stay with me, and hold me . . . " he finishes my incoherent ramblings by gently yet passionately putting his lips on mine. He's sliding his tongue seductively into my mouth, and I melt at his touch. He kisses me with such passion, understanding, fire, sweetness, urgency and love all at once.

I wrap my arms around his neck as he snakes his around my waist. We continue kissing. Kissing like we'll never feel each other's touch again. I've never kissed anyone like how I'm kissing him now. I've never loved someone like I'm loving him now. When we break our kiss, it's only to smile and confirm our mutual love with whispers. Soon we're kissing again, craving for the other's taste. I can hear someone coming, but I don't care. All I want is him. I can hear the footsteps stop at the doorway. Harry. Sensing him there, I delve even deeper into Draco's mouth, pushing him down onto my bed. I secretly smile with even sweeter revenge as Draco's kisses trail down my neck, and Harry leaves silently. I'm naked around Draco, and it feels so right.

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