Author: Meltha
Rating: G
Feedback: Yes, thank you. Meltha
Spoilers: Technically? Really vague ones for Moulin Rouge!.
Distribution: Fanfiction.net and the Bunny Warren. If you're interested, please let me know.
Summary: Draco watches Hermione sleep and finds himself doubting her.
Disclaimer: All characters are owned by J. K. Rowling, a wonderful author whose characters I have borrowed for a completely profit-free flight of fancy. Kindly do not sue me, please, as I am terrified of you. Thank you.
Author Note: Written for the pre-round 3 bonus challenge at Dramione_ldws, which called for Draco and Hermione set in the world of Moulin Rouge with Hermione as Satine, lyrics from three modern love songs, and jealousy.
Draco shook his quill in irritation, then sighed. He knew it wasn’t the poor ink he was using that was keeping his words from flowing onto the paper. No, he thought as he gazed across the room to the sleeping form of Hermione, it was definitely not the ink.
She sighed in her sleep, though it may have been a delicate cough on closer consideration, then rolled over once more, the vision of a Pre-Raphaelite angel.
“Love stinks,” Draco said quietly to himself… or perhaps he sang it. There often didn’t seem to be a difference to him anymore. “I just can’t take my eyes off of you.”
Hermione seemed to have heard his words as her eyelids fluttered open and the steady gaze of her brown eyes bored into him accusingly.
“I always feel like somebody’s watching me,” she said, her words laced with sadness though her tone was nearly cruel. “On stage, backstage, with the duke… I don’t need that from you.”
“Then I won’t,” he said, though he knew he was lying.
She regarded him a long time in silence before nodding and lying back down on the bed, the moonlight making her skin glow like diamonds, and her breathing became regular once more.
“I’d stop watching you,” he said to no one, “if only I could.”
A very astute observer might have noticed the smallest pause in Hermione’s breathing, but it might have been nothing at all. Just as Draco was about to give up writing for the day as a bad job and slip into bed, the air was broken by a shrill declaration from the corner.
“Will you quit dancing around each other! It’s obvious you’re both in love!”
Both Draco and Hermione sat up at once, goggling at the thing that had spoken.
“I thought you’d got the speaking charm off it,” Hermione said.
“I thought I had,” Draco said. “Then again, you can’t really change the nature of an object.”
“And what nature is that?” Hermione asked.
“The sitar can only speak the truth,” he said, then smiled at her as she curled against him. “Say, will you remind me to stop by Pomfrey’s tomorrow to get you that Pepper Up potion, will you, love?”
“Mmm-hmm,” she said, and they both fell into a peaceful, trusting sleep.
Unfortunately, Frank was still living in their foot… whatever that means.
*Lyrics from "Love Stinks" by the J. Geils Band, Frankie Valli's "Can't Take My Eyes off You," and "Somebody's Watching Me" by Rockwell.
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