While You Loved Me

Songfic: Written to Rascal Flatts' Song, While You Loved Me

While You Loved Me

"If I ever write the story of my life
Don't be surprised if you're where it begins
Girl, I'd have to dedicate every line on every page
To the memories we made, while you loved me"

As they danced through the crowd of Hogwarts' students, they were totally and completely oblivious to the stares and whispers around them. It was their seventh year at Hogwarts and neither of them cared about what the others would think. In the begging of their relationship they hid every look every expression of their love . There was absolutely no evidence of "them." But every night they found each other in an abandoned classroom and spent the night in each other's arms.

They were in love. Something most seventh years had found. Bliss. They made each other so happy. If only the outsiders had seen it. It would've made things different, easier for them. But every good thing had its price and theirs was no different. They were made to suppress their feelings and hide things from the people they cared most about, their friends.

If Draco Malfoy had been born into a different family, a different world, he surely wouldn't have suffered so much. But he was born a Malfoy and a Malfoy he was taught to be. That was the most challenging aspect of his life. Overcoming the Malfoy that would always be inside of him. In his house a muggle born was someone to loath and hate with a passion. Draco would soon learn that this was not true. Like many of the other things his parents told him.

But the day Lucius Malfoy intended to burn the mark of a Death Eater onto his son's perfect skin was the day Draco was no longer a Malfoy. Neither was Lucius. Lucius was killed by his only child. Unfortunately it was for the best. For Draco he had to choose between life and death himself. He only had one hope to live and he took it without hesitation. He did it for her, for their future.

"I was born the day you kissed me
And I died inside the night you left me
But I lived, oh how I lived
(I lived) While you loved me"

It was their sixth year. They were working on a project for Professor Snape. Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy were assigned to research Polyjuice Potion, ironically. They were to write an essay, five parchments long, about how it worked and how to brew it.

Neither of them wanted to be in that situation. They loathed each other. The mudblood and the future Death Eater were supposed to work together. They each plotted revenge on their greasy haired teacher.

But neither of them had an inkling of an idea of what fate had in store for them, but if they did that would've just ruined the surprise.

They worked after class and on Sunday because Draco had Quidditch practice in the middle of the day, so it was pointless to work before or after practice for the lack of time (or so he had said).

They hardly spoke to each other while they worked, to avoid the tension and anger. They both knew exactly which buttons would put the other in a rage of fury and did so very well. So they kept conversation to a minimum.

"I'd start with chapter one, love innocent and young
As the morning sun on a new day
Even though I know the end, Well I'd do it all again
'Cause I got a lifetime in, while you loved me"

Something was strangely fascinating about the girl with the bushy hair and big front teeth. Draco couldn't place it, but it was there. He was eleven and knew that she would eventually have significant meaning to him in his life. The moment he saw her, he knew she was going to cause him a lot of grief, but it would be worth it somehow.

He learned she was muggle born the day after the sorting took place. He then insisted on calling her a mudblood only to please his father. It was the only thing he could do or think of doing. He was but a child in those days.

"I was born the day you kissed me
And I died inside the night you left me
But I lived, oh how I lived
(I lived) While you loved me"

He smelled her scent as he leaned across the table to retrieve a runaway pen. Fortunately, he let himself linger a moment to long, and she caught him. He didn't say a word. He was reminiscing about the day he met her. He remembered that day very well.

He reached out to touch her cheek gently. He stroked her cheek with one finger until he pulled her into a gentle embrace. His actions weren't planned and she could tell. He was a bit clumsy, but nevertheless he was sweet. As quickly as he placed his lips upon hers he pulled them off. To make sure he wasn't about to be slapped. But she had no intention of being angry with him; instead she placed her lips upon his.

If only Madame Pince would've minded her own business.

"I was born the day you kissed me
And I died inside the night you left me
But I lived, oh how I lived
(I lived) While you loved me"

The room grew quiet as the song ended. No one could quite believe his or her eyes. Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger? Such a pair could not exist. It was unheard of. Never would a Malfoy touch a mudblood. But Draco had renounced his "Malfoy" title a long time ago.

He was no longer the stupid prat that he was years before.

She hadn't changed him. He was a better person, but not because she made him. When he was around her, he wanted to be a better person. She brought out the good side in him and he was thankful for her.

They continued to dance even between songs when there was a brief pause. No matter how fast paced the song; they continued to sway like it was the slowest tune you had ever heard. They danced well into the night. They were the last couple to leave the room. But neither cared. Not anymore. They were together, in public, their secret was out and a great weight was lifted from their shoulders.

"I was born the day you kissed me
And I died inside the night you left me
But I lived, oh how I lived
(I lived) While you loved me"