Summary: Based on the song deja vu by Olivia Rodriguez.
Universe: Harry Potter
Warning: ANGST. FLUFF. SMUT. It's a little bit of all.
The walls of Hogwarts used to be filled with the talks and slow whisperings of the two. But now it had been replaced.
What was once.
Him & Her, was now,
Draco & Astoria.
Him & Her sounded better anyway, within it's label came an uncertain yet comforting warmth of being home.
The uncertainty became certain when the tag was replaced.
The gossips, the slanders, it was all there, only difference was that home wasn't.
It went as they went apart. They took a part each. It became a broken home, but the sweetness was taken from it and it was now only bitter.
Her eyes fixed on the two of them. She watches as he whispers softly into her ear, and hears as she throws her head back and laughs, and then scorns the way he looks at her. It was all the same, she'd seen it before, it was all hers afterall. But that was before, as of now he was no longer hers.
"Psst, Y/N" he would say, tapping her shoulder, she would hum, turn to him as he would then whisper a small silly sentence in her ear, then she would laugh, throwing her head back. He would simply take a breath, preparing to have be deprived of it as her beauty would set it. He looked at her with more stars in his eyes than the night sky held.
Some other night she would find herself walking in the castle, the canopy of stars framing constellations in the sky, she would smile to herself at that, but then miss him, miss him and his warmth. Miss how they would sneak out in the night just to stare at the sky, just to build their dreams with stars above them. And miss the way Draco would forget about the actual reason they would come up here, and instead get lost in her.
She would miss home.
And then she would hear shuffling, giggling. She would walk forward and inspect the origin of it all, and it would be them.
Draco pressing her against the wall, kissing her neck, hands resting on her thighs, she moans as he nibbles on her neck.
"You're so perfect" He would murmur making her giggle and blush.
"So perfect. Just for me"
And poor Y/N, is yet again thrown down the lane of memories. It's almost like a penisieve that's stuck inside her mind. A constant reminder of her past, a recurring memory. What she used to be, what she used to have.
"You're so perfect, all for me" Draco would grunt as his thrusts would speed up. Her entire body tembling with each snap of his hips into her.
"Yes! Draco! Right there, ah, Draco" She would be moaning in ecstasy as he pounded into her, body pressing against the wall more and more as he thrusted harder and faster.
"Right there, baby?" he cooes in her ear as she nods rapidly, letting out a loud squeal as he slips his hand beneath he skirt, pinching, rubbing and slapping the bundle of nerves.
"Fuck, baby. Gonna cum inside you" Draco would groan as his thrusts would get sloppy, losing their rhythm, as he felt pleasure run through the veins.
She had carved herself into his veins, through pleasure, through pain.
When walking in the common room, she would often see them tangled together.
A blanket pulled over them like a protection from the evils of the world. Like no one could come past the thin fabric, it was only their world from there.
But it wasn't, it wasn't Draco's & Astoria's world. It used to be them, Him & Her. They were better anyways.
It's enough, it's too much. The memories that they had were made together. And they should be broken together. He doesn't deserve, he doesn't have the right to share their story.
It was their story after all.
Their broken home.
"Malfoy" She calls out bitterly, biting her own tongue to stop herself from calling him the endearments; she wishes she still had that right.
And he says "Yes?" With the same bitterness as her, even much so.
"I need to talk to you"
Then she would gesture for him to follow her, he nods walking with her towards the ends of the library.
Then it's just empty talks;
"What is it?"
"It's a whole lot of things"
"What are you trying to do?"
"Nothing? I really fucking hope that you don't mean it. You know exactly what you're doing"
"What exactly am I doing?"
"So that's how you want to be? Fine. You think I don't understand the way you're using our old memories, to create them with someone new?"
"Do you get Deja Vu when she's with you?"
The silence was so still that you could hear the crushing of the leaves outside, the wind blowing, the papers rustling from it.
"I thought you'd never notice. Seems like you do care"
"I don't care? Don't put this on me, you're the one who left. Not me"
"You didn't ask me to stay either"
They both refuse to look at each other, too scared to get lost again, too scared that in that forgotteness they might find each other again.
"I shouldn't have left" he says these four words as if it was the bravest thing that he's done.
"I shouldn't have let go" She says this the exact same way he does, like it's the bravest thing that she's ever said.
Only difference was a word and a letter.
But this was enough. When she looks into his eyes, she sees a shade of silver that's almost unreal. And she wasn't sure if the shade was the calm before the storm or the storm itself.
It was the perfect mixture of tranquility and chaos.
And in a second, their lips meet, possibly faster than light, because for them time stopped.
It was the way it was supposed to be.
Him & Her.
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Sky l Céu
As árvores eram gigantes,não havia sol mas uma luz emanava aos quatro cantos. Eu me sentia livre e não me lembrava de nada desta vida,eu me sentia viva e leve.
The trees were giant,there was no sun but a light emanated from all corners.I felt free and didn't remember anything about this life, I felt alive and light.
Eu não sentia dor,não existe dor naquele lugar,sentia profunda paz e alegria como uma criança.
I did not feel pain,there is no pain in that place, I felt profound peace and joy as a child.
Por mais que eu tentasse me lembrar das pessoas que passou pela minha vida eu não conseguia.
As much as I tried to remember the people that went through my life,I couldn't.
Há muita luz naquele lugar,eu não queria voltar mas fui obrigada.
There is a lot of light in that place, I didn't want to go back, but I was forced to.
Eu nunca vi algo tão belo em toda minha existência,eu vi um grande coral de anjos cantando enquanto eu estava com meu vestido branco, entretanto,surgiu uma presença perante mim da qual eu não conseguia ficar de olhos abertos pois sua luz era muito forte,ela dizia que eu devia voltar.
I never saw anything so beautiful in my entire existence, I saw a great choir of angels singing while I was wearing my white dress, however, a presence appeared before me that I could not keep my eyes open because its light was very strong, she said that I should go back.
Minha alma está chorando,eu não queria voltar,pois sei agora onde é meu verdadeiro lar e sinto falta dele.
My soul is crying, I didn't want to go back, because I now know where my real home is and I miss it.
Eu vi coisas inefáveis,das quais não existem palavras o suficiente para descrevê-las.
I have seen ineffable things,of which there are not enough words to describe them.
Ele me disse que sou especial,mas deveria voltar ainda há algumas coisas para serem resolvidas,ele não me disse o que era,mas ele me disse que eu sou parte de algo,suas palavras são como um quebra cabeça.
He told me that I am special, but there should still be some things to be solved, he did not tell me what it was, but he told me that I am part of something, his words are like a puzzle.
Desde então,o véu se abriu estou mais sensível aos dois mundos.
Since then, the veil has been opened. I am more sensitive to both worlds.
Mas a única coisa que quero, é voltar para meu lar.
But the only thing I want is to go home.
Eu vi várias coisas,vários destinos que ainda não chegaram até mim,pois havia forças malignas tentando impedir.
I saw several things, several destinations that have not yet reached me, as there were evil forces trying to prevent it.
Ao mesmo tempo que estou viva também estou morta e caminho pelo dois lados, é estranho.
At the same time that I am alive, I am also dead and walking on both sides, it is strange.
Não sou mais compreendia pela maioria,por não pertencer mais a este mundo jamais me sentirei em casa.
I am no longer understood by the majority, as I no longer belong to this world, I will never feel at home.
Eu sei que algo está por vir,mas ele não me disse o que era. Há trevas e luz uma batalha sangrenta entre os reinos,ele me disse que sou preciosa.
I know something is coming, but he didn't tell me what it was.There is darkness and light a bloody battle between the kingdoms, he told me that I am precious.
Eu consigo sentir o ódio do inferno sobre mim e consigo ver quem as trevas usam.
I can feel the hatred of hell on me and I can see who the darkness uses.
Ele disse que não há nada de errado comigo,apenas sou diferente.
He said that there is nothing wrong with me, I'm just different.
Será que um dia encontrarei alguém que me ame assim? Ele me disse que já existe alguém que me ama profundamente,mas ele não me disse quem era,disse que eu deveria ter paciência. Eu ainda não conheci essa pessoa,ou talvez ela já tenha passado por mim e eu não percebi,mas pelo que entendi terei que esperar.
Will I ever find someone who loves me like this? He told me that there is already someone who loves me deeply, but he did not tell me who he was, he said that I should be patient.I haven't met this person yet, or maybe he has already passed me by and I didn't realize it, but from what I understand I will have to wait.
O outro lado é tão enigmático,nem sempre faz sentido menos ainda possui lógica.
The other side is so enigmatic, it doesn't always make sense, even less has logic.
Embora eu tenha visto tantas coisas,não estou com expectativas,eu só quero voltar para a casa. Por mais que ela tenha me feito promessas,eu não quero mais nada das pessoas eu estou farta delas.
Although I have seen so many things, I have no expectations, I just want to go home. As much as she made promises to me, I don't want anything from people anymore. I'm sick of them.