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Do You Believe Me Now? by DracoFerret11
Chapter 1 : Do You Believe Me Now?
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AN: Here’s a songfic set to Jimmy Wayne’s song “Do You Believe Me Now?” I hope you enjoy it. Please, leave a review! Thank you in advance… 



Do You Believe Me Now? 

How could she do this? How could she walk away from me and try to make me believe that it was okay? My life was a wreck because of her…she chose him over me? 

Honestly, I never thought things would come to this. Sure, we argued pretty often and bickered almost constantly…but I never thought she would just walk away… 

Everything in my life seems to have been thrown into sharp relief and my senses are on overdrive. I can barely walk across the room before I feel like I’m going to break down again. Things that used to feel good and bright in life suddenly feel like enormous shadows just waiting to overtake me… 


It all started a few months ago in Diagon Alley. Hermione and I were walking along the street and she stopped to glance in the window of Flourish and Blotts. I stood by, like a good boyfriend, waiting for her to finish looking. 

My eyes skimmed the street for a moment and I took in the bright colors and multitude of sounds. It was a warm autumn day and the people in the alley were as diverse as ever. I waved at a man that I recognized from the Ministry before I turned back to my beautiful girlfriend. Other blokes might have passed her by, but once I noticed her--actually noticed her--there was no one I could imagine that could be any prettier or more perfect. 

“Hermione?” I asked after a few minutes. She looked up and smiled at me. Her glorious smile almost made me forget what I wanted to say. I reached forward and brushed her frizzy hair behind her ear. 

“Yes, Draco?” she replied, causing me to smile as well. Then I remembered my thought and my eyebrows knitted together. “What’s wrong?” 

“Look over there,” I said, pointing to the patio outside the ice cream parlor. Ron Weasley was sitting beneath one of the umbrellas, staring in our direction. His presence marred the scene before me as only a long-time enemy could do. He looked thoughtful, but I couldn’t help but think that he looked like he was plotting something. I’m a master-plotter after all; I think I would know what it looks like. 

“It’s Ron,” Hermione replied, raising her eyebrow at me. I sighed, preparing myself for utter ridicule. We’d discussed the Weasley-topic before and it never seemed to turn out well for me. 

“I don’t like the way he’s watching you…” I muttered, turning away so I didn’t have to see the reproachful look on her face. That look was somehow always able to tear at my heart and make me feel worthless. 

“Draco, we’ve been over this a thousand times: Ron and I are just friends; that’s all we’ll ever be. Calm down,” Hermione replied, a slight huff in her voice. I simply nodded and took her hand. 

“Let’s go home, love,” I replied, ending the argument before it could really begin. Hermione smiled at me again and I kissed her forehead before apparating us home. 

Do you remember the day I turned to you
and said I didn't like the way he was looking at you?
How he made you laugh;
You just couldn't get what I was saying...
It was my imagination.

“Draco, you need to stop worrying about Ron,” Hermione scolded later that evening while we ate dinner. “He’s just a friend.” 

“I know, Hermione, but he’s always watching you. It’s like he’s stalking us!” I complained, slamming my fist onto the table. The rattle of silverware on wood shook me slightly and I tried desperately to control my temper. 

Hermione took a deep breath and glared at me. 

“You’re paranoid. It’s a complete coincidence that he happens to be in some of the same places we are.” 

“I’m so sick of you ignoring my thoughts! I’m not paranoid, Granger,” I hissed. 

I could tell Hermione was angry with me, especially when she turned away from me and crossed the kitchen to stare out the window. Her reflection in the dark glass showed the tears on her face. 

I felt a surge of hate towards myself, but I didn’t apologize. I just left the kitchen to fume somewhere else. I didn’t want Hermione to get even more angry with me. Every time we fought, it felt like she was drifting farther away from me and I couldn’t see a way to change it: sometimes I felt like we were just too different. 

I couldn’t help but wonder if she would go back to Ron if he asked her to. After all, I only won Hermione over because Ron broke up with her for some witch that he works with. 

I sprawled on our bed and stared at the ceiling…I knew that the witch had ended the relationship with Ron though, and that worried me. 

Hermione might not believe me, but Ron wanted her back: I could tell. 

So do you believe me now?
I guess I really wasn't that crazy
and I knew what I was talking ‘bout.
Every time the sun goes down,
he's the one that's holding you, baby,
yeah, me I'm missin' you way across town.
So do you believe me now?

It was two weeks later and Hermione came home from work early one day. I was sitting on the couch in our flat when she came in. It was obvious she hadn’t had a good day.

“Come here, babe,” I called when she dropped her bag in the kitchen. She wandered into the living room just as I set my book aside. “How was your day?” 

“Spectacular,” she growled, crossing her arms and not sitting down beside me. The sarcasm in her voice stung a bit. Every time I tried to cheer her up, she just snapped at me…what was the point? 

“I’m just trying to help, geeze…” I mumbled, picking my book up again. “No need to bite my head off.” 

“Would you quit it?” Hermione screamed suddenly. Confused, I looked up: she was fuming. 

Not again…I thought. We were always fighting these days! 

“What have I done this time?” I countered, dropping my book again. 

“You never pay attention to me when I’m upset! You just go back to whatever you’re doing like it’s more important than your girlfriend!” 

“Hermione, there’s no talking to you when you’re acting like this: please just relax.” 

“Relax?” she roared. “That’s your answer? Relax?"

I could tell that I’d said the wrong thing, so I stood up quickly, waving my hands to try to calm her down. 

“That’s not what I meant, love. Really, it’s not.” 

She stood her ground, her eyes hard and her fists clenched. 

“Please, come here…” I murmured; I hated fighting with Hermione… 

She didn’t answer at first; I could feel my temper, so uncontrollable at times, begging to let me lose control. 

“Would you please come here?” I repeated, my teeth clenched against my anger. 

“No,” Hermione replied, “I don’t think I will. I’ve got to go over to Ginny’s place. We’re rehersing for the wedding and Ron and I need to be there.” 

“Oh, stupendous. Go spend time with Ron,” I replied, suddenly not caring if I lost my temper with her. Why did he always have to show up in our conversations? I was sick of it. 

“What’s your problem?” Hermione growled, “Why can’t you get along with my friends?” 

“Ha! Friends. Right. I think he would be more than a friend to you if he got the chance.” 

It looked like I’d struck the wrong nerve. 

“Maybe I’ll give him that chance!” Hermione shouted. 

“Fine!” I replied, stepping towards her. “It’s not like our relationship ever meant anything to you!” 

“Maybe it did, Malfoy. Right now, though, I could care less if you dropped dead.” 

That stung. That really stung. I wasn’t going to cry in front of Hermione though, that would be unacceptable. I stood my ground, glaring at her. 

“Good thing that I don’t care about what you think,” I hissed, deliberately trying to hurt her as much as she’d hurt me. 

Before I knew what was happening, she had yanked her wand out of her pocket and pointed it at me. I countered by pulling my own wand. 

Part of me wanted to stop this before it got out of hand, but the other part knew that we’d been fighting far too much lately and this confrontation was unavoidable: things had already gone too far. I still lowered my wand first though; no matter how often we fought, I still loved her. 

“Hermione, stop it,” I said quietly, “You don’t want to do this…” 

She looked straight at me and pocketed her wand once more. 

“Draco, I’ve wanted to leave you for longer than you know,” she said angrily before turning and storming out the front door, slamming it behind her. 

I knew she didn’t mean that, but I could still feel her words slice at my heart as she disappeared. 

The sound of glass shattering was all that broke the silence once the door was closed. Calmly, numbly, I walked to the other side of the room and lifted the broken picture off of the ground, hanging it from its peg once more. My photo self was alone for the first time since the picture was taken; Hermione was somewhere out of the frame. 

I'm kicking myself for being the one foolish enough
giving him the chance to step in my shoes,
He was bidin’ his time:
when he saw our love was having a moment of weakness,
he was there between us.

I followed her when she first left…I apparated to Harry and Ginny’s house and stood outside their living room window. Hermione was crying. She was sitting on the couch and crying while Ron stroked her back. I carefully cast a spell so that I could hear what they were saying. 

“It’s going to be fine, 'Mione…” Ron was soothing. 

“No, Ron. It’s not…” Hermione sobbed in reply, “I hate that we haven’t been getting along…” 

Ron shook his head. 

“Look at me, Hermione,” he instructed. Hermione looked up into his eyes. “He doesn’t deserve you. If he can’t understand you or listen to you when you need him: he isn’t good enough for you.” 

I clenched my jaw, barely resisting calling out to them. 

“I love him, Ron…” Hermione murmured. 

“But does he love you?” Ron questioned. 

Hermione stood quickly and began to pace. 

“I think he does…” she said, mostly to herself. 

Ron shook his head again. 

“He certainly hasn’t been acting like it.” 

“We…we’ve just been in a rough spot. I need to go home,” Hermione said suddenly. 

Ron stood up and grabbed her arm. 

“Don’t go there while he’s angry. You know his temper.” 

I wanted to hit him for that line. I couldn’t believe he was acting like he knew me. 

Hermione paused though. 

“Maybe you’re right…maybe I should wait until morning.” 

Ron nodded vigorously. 

“Stay with me tonight,” he proposed. 

Hermione smiled. 

“Thanks, Ron,” she replied, hugging him. 

I couldn’t take it anymore. 

“Hermione!” I called, hitting the window with my fist. 

She screamed and jumped back in alarm. 

In an instant, Ron was by the window, his wand pointed at my face. 

“Get out of here, Malfoy,” he growled, all previous kindness wiped from his face. 

“I need to talk to my girlfriend, Weasley. Get out of my way,” I replied cooly. 

“Draco?” Hermione asked from behind Ron, “One moment, I’ll be right out.” 

I breathed a sigh of relief and ran to the front door. A moment later, Hermione opened the door and stepped onto the porch. 

“I’m sorry, Hermione,” I said calmly. 

She looked at me uncertainly. 

“Why are you here?” she asked. 

“I needed to see you. I couldn’t just let you walk away from me…” I explained. 

Hermione stiffened. 

“If I choose to walk away, Draco, you need to let me,” she murmured. Her eyes showed her anger from our earlier fight. 

“Damn it, Hermione!” I shouted, grabbing her shoulders and looking into her eyes. “You don’t want to leave me! I heard what you said before!” 

Suddenly, she looked scared. She wrenched herself from my grip and glared at me. 

“Malfoy, sometimes people have to walk away for their own good. I may love you, but I can get over that: it would be better if you would leave now.” 

I stood where I was, shocked beyond words. 

“Hermione…” I murmured, “Please…” 

“I said ‘go,’ Draco,” she replied, her voice sad. 

“I love you, Hermione Granger…I hope you find happiness…” I whispered before turning on my heel and disapparating. 

So do you believe me now?
I guess I really wasn't that crazy
and I knew what i was talking ‘bout.
Every time the sun goes down,
he's the one that's holding you, baby,
yeah, me I'm missin you way across town.
So do you believe me now? 

She probably understands my fears about Ron now. She probably gets that I knew that he was always planning on taking her back from me. She’d better understand that, seeing as she’s living with him now… 

I knew from the moment that I left her on Harry and Ginny’s porch that I would never be with her again. I knew that she was going to walk back into that house and Ron was going to convince her to stay away from me for good. It was so hard to leave her there, but she asked me to…so I had to honor her request… 

I still can’t believe that she let this happen. I can’t believe that she left me for him

Even more than that: I can’t believe I let this happen… 

Of course, we had been fighting pretty often before the end of our relationship. We always bickered over little things, but we had been actually fighting before she left. 

I hated fighting with Hermione. I hated feeling like I was hurting her, even though it wasn’t always my fault. Usually, it wasn’t my fault, actually… 

I would have married her. I really would have…I do love her, even though she’s gone. She was the first person to see past my façade and break through the walls I had so carefully constructed. I guess I was still too much for her though. I guess I still wasn’t good enough for her. 

Nowadays, I don’t really do much. I’ve been sitting on this couch in the flat that I used to share with Hermione for Merlin only knows how long. 

I don’t know what to do with myself. Me: Draco Malfoy. I’m lost and that’s never happened to me before. It’s sort of scary, but I’m a Malfoy: I don’t get scared. 

She’s just a girl, right? I could find another girlfriend in the blink of an eye if I wanted to!
I wish I could think of it that way… 

Oh yeah, I bet now you see the light.
Oh yeah, what's the use in being right
when I’m the lonely one tonight? 

So do you believe me now?
I guess I really wasn't that crazy
and I knew what i was talking 'bout.
Every time the sun goes down,
he's the one that's holding you, baby,
yeah, me I'm missin' you way across town.
So do you believe me now?

I apparated to their flat the other night…just to see if she was home. Oh, she was. I disillusioned myself so that they wouldn’t call Magical Law Enforcement on me and stepped up to the window. 

She was sitting on the couch with Weasley. His arm was wrapped around her and they were watching one of those muggle entertainment boxes. I felt my palms start to bleed as I dug my fingernails into them. 

Hermione…my Hermione…I lost her and I’ll probably never get her back and this was what she chose over me? To cuddle the blood-traitor Weasley that stole her from me? 

I’ve ruined everything. I worked so hard to get her to trust me. I worked so hard to win her over after I had hurt her so badly in school…and for what? To lose her at the first opportunity… 

So do you believe me now?
every time the sun goes down,
he's the one that's holding you, baby,
yeah, me I'm missin' you way across town.
So do you believe me now?

I scribbled a note on a scrap of paper and addressed it to Hermione. She’ll know that it’s from me, even though I didn’t sign it…I wonder when she’ll find it under her door… 

For everything, I’m sorry…Maybe someday you’ll understand just how much. 


Author's Note: So how was it? It was pretty difficult for me to write's been a long time since I've written a song-fic. I hope you all liked it! Leave a review please; it only takes a moment.

Edited as of 8-14-11

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