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16 May 2009 @ 08:53 pm
Fic: Bittersweet Symphony  
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Title: Bittersweet Symphony
Characters: Blaise/Hermione/Draco
Rating/Warnings: R, Threesome, some language
Disclaimer: Nothing, HP or other, that you recognize is mine.
Word count: 698
Summary: The notes linger on in her mind, each combining to strike the chords of Hermione's heart. Each movement of the symphony progresses the relationship.

I. Allegro

It started in a quick, bright whirlwind. The parties in the post-Voldemort time obsessed most of their world. Hermione attended some out of social obligation at first, but quickly they became an escape from heavy responsibilities. Especially favourite were Blaise Zabini’s parties—and Blaise Zabini.

The dark-skinned man was suave and polite, intense and attractive. Blaise was attentive, dancing with her often and taking her out in between parties. He soothed her, distracted her, made the past hurts fade into the background. He could make her heart flutter at high tempo.

Always in the background of the parties, Hermione realized as she danced in Blaise’s arms, was Draco Malfoy. Impeccably dressed, despite the fact that she knew his family was destitute after the Death Eater trials.

The night she caught her date, dear Blaise, kissing Draco in a shadowed nook changed everything. That rush of adrenaline, instead of anger, led her to dancing with the blond for the first time.

What a rush of energy marching through her body now.

II. Tranquillo

Lethargy filled her body, pleasant weight her limbs. Here in bed, sandwiched between Blaise and Draco, the world was tranquil and beautiful and perfect. Blaise was the heat and Draco was the cool and the temperature was perfection.

It was the outside world that Hermione hated—the most un-understanding people, her preciously close friends Harry and Ron among them. It grew harder and harder to bear it out there. But for now, for here, things were perfect—soft kisses, intense looks, gasps of pleasure and words of love.

So Hermione threw herself into this relationship, this precious thing she was trying to build. If she could build it strong enough, she would have an escape from the world.

But in the end, it seemed like everything was destined to go wrong.

III. Scherzo

Things started to go crazy. The longer she was around Draco, the more she noticed the effects of his upbringing and of the war. Now destitute, he lived off of Blaise’s good will and money, often what she knew was beyond Blaise’s comfort zone. They might love each other, but flaws were still flaws.

It evolved into the same thing, always sounding slightly different. Draco taking money, Draco getting caught. “I’ll change, I’ll change,” he would promise, again and again. Or, if he were in an argumentative mood, “I can’t help it! It’s who I am! The mould I came out of!”

And in the end, Hermione and Blaise would forgive him, take him back into their arms, their bed, and shower love on him. Trying to change him, Hermione would admit to herself in the darkest parts of the night.

More troublesome was the way Draco would treat her when in front of certain other people. Again and again. It was too much, too much. Sex, violent outburst, soothing and loving moments, then quiet times of thought. Sex and violence, melody and silence.

IV. Rondo

Everything always came full circle, Hermione felt. Somedays it felt like it started back at the wonderful start of their relationship. More often, it was starting to feel like it went back to their school time years. And it wasn’t only conflict with Draco—when Blaise defended him they’d get into it too.

But she couldn’t help it. She couldn’t help confronting Draco about his self-destructive problems. It built and built and built, until there was just one more fight.

“Why, Draco? Can’t you just be happy with us?” she yelled.

“This is the only way I know!” Draco shouted. “The only road I know how to travel.”

Her voice gentled, broke. “And I can’t let you take me down it,” she said, tone full of sorrow and pleading. Please, don’t make me give this up, she begged silently, but she knew it was too late.

Variations on a theme, but alas, it was always the same underlying motif in the end. She was lower than she’d ever been, except for how low she’d be if she stayed.

The grand finale, she thought bitterly, of the symphony of the life she’d wanted. Bittersweet kisses and hot and cold tears were all she had left now.


A/N: This was my entry for dyno_drabbles this week. The prompt was "I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down." This struck me as somewhat familiar, so I googled it and it turns out to be a line of lyrics from the song Bittersweet Symphony by The Verve. Thus, this piece was born.

Look forward to a post about songfic and the concept of songfic.
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It's better to fly and it's better to diegelsey on May 17th, 2009 02:04 am (UTC)
I is queen of random interpretations! Lol! (Ignore me, I am waaay sleep deprived)

I'm very glad you enjoyed it. I had fun with the music stuff--it gave me a chance to be the music geek I really am. And you're right, most of them don't work out.

Thanks so much, Mia!

Btw, still sighing over that pic of Gellert. lol
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It's better to fly and it's better to diegelsey on May 17th, 2009 02:34 am (UTC)
Thank you! I'm very glad you enjoyed it.

talesofsnape: Thank you angeltalesofsnape on May 17th, 2009 03:05 am (UTC)
A perfect title for a beautiful piece.

Thank you!
It's better to fly and it's better to diegelsey on May 18th, 2009 08:27 pm (UTC)
Thank you!
Tabbywhy_me_why_not on May 17th, 2009 04:00 am (UTC)
Blaise was the heat and Draco was the cool and the temperature was perfection. <-- I absolutely love that line.

As always, I'm amazed by your talent to produce something that evokes such feeling in so few words. <333
It's better to fly and it's better to diegelsey on May 18th, 2009 08:31 pm (UTC)
Thank you! I'm very glad you liked it.

Aww, thanks!
Subversa: From the quill of Subversasubversa on May 18th, 2009 07:44 am (UTC)
She was lower than she’d ever been, except for how low she’d be if she stayed.

Oh, honey.

Made. Of. Win.

Edited at 2009-05-18 07:45 am (UTC)
Subversa: Draco open shirt textlesssubversa on May 18th, 2009 07:47 am (UTC)
And I just have to say, as well, that one thing I SO admire about you is how versatile you are. You'll pick up your pen and give most anything a whirl. You're open. I need to learn to be more open, as a writer.

Edited at 2009-05-18 07:47 am (UTC)
It's better to fly and it's better to diegelsey on May 18th, 2009 08:41 pm (UTC)
Awww, thanks, subversa! I like exploring different things. It's fun to say, what if this, and give it a whirl.

Well, if I could ever help you out with that somehow (not sure how yet but I know I can come up with something!) let me know. I love being cheerleader for people.
It's better to fly and it's better to diegelsey on May 18th, 2009 08:34 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much!
lilian_cho: Aziraphale also worshiped bookslilian_cho on May 23rd, 2009 03:54 am (UTC)
<3
I love #1 & #3 most <3

I like what you did there with the different musical movements =)
It's better to fly and it's better to diegelsey on May 23rd, 2009 11:55 am (UTC)
Re: <3
I'm very glad you liked it!

I tried to liken what was going on with the type of music that would be in each movement. I hope it came across... Thanks so much!