Title: Freedom Found
Rating: An M, just in case.
Disclaimer: Clones on a loan.
A/N: Aha. I have finally decided what this series is supposed to be. It is going to be a series of one-shots, connected or not at all, that deal with the relationship between Draco and Hermione. It's going to become more of a way to get out easy plots while I'm dealing with stress and a way for me to play with different types of story-telling. This chapter and the first, for example, are more lyrical and slightly poetic. However, this will not be true for all of the chapters, I think. So hopefully you guys enjoy.
A/N 2: Once again I would like to express my apologies for not working on my other things. I've had so much going on and this stupid "mental illness" really kicks the hell out of my ability to write. (I'm not asking for sympathy.) And I've decided that boys suck. Stay away from them unless you are a character in a fanfiction written by someone who likes happy endings.
Fingers searching the contours of enflamed skin
Quickening breath mingling through desperate mouths
Once a week
They don't talk at work.
They barely look at each other.
But once in a while
When no one
They let their eyes lock.
She lets the smile he wants to see out for just a moment.
Then they look away.
No one the wiser.
But that sweet anticipation
Until when they finally meet, they are both ready
Both ready to forget their cumbersome lives
Both ready to let go
Both ready to feel.
They meet at different places.
No matter where, they have to keep it secret.
They both know the lines that they are toeing.
They both know the consequences of fraternizing with the enemy.
But they don't fight their new-found urge.
Why should they?
They deserve this break:
The rush of doing what they want
When they want
How they want.
For him, he no longer has to fight to keep his head raised in public
No longer has to hide the shame of the past
No longer needs to protect his secrets from everyone.
He can let someone in.
He can let her heal him.
For her, she is no longer the idol that she has become.
No longer has to strive for perfection
No longer needs to hide her base desires.
She can be herself.
She can let him touch her.
Apart, they are broken
That only represent what they really are.
Together, they become something whole.
Something worth living for.
In the quiet of their latest haunt, they touch palms
Letting it sink in
Feeling the bond that started most unexpectedly but, defying all odds, has grown into something as important as air
As important as life.
When she can see him
And he can touch her
And they can hold each other
They feel like they haven't in so many
He feels like a free man
No longer chained by mistakes
And not his.
She feels like an eagle
But able to fly above it all
Able to stretch her wings, bound by the stories of brains and loyalty, and soar.
They confided these secrets to each other.
It ties them together
Until they are so close
So tightly interwoven
That it is hard to tell where one of them ends
And the other begins.
Its like they're One.
They celebrate their discovery
Allowing themselves to join
Their beating hearts
Their heated skin
Their heaving breaths
Thickens between them.
Their desperate cries
Fill the air.
And when they are bound
When they really are truly One
He whispers in her ear
And she whispers back.
"We are Free."
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