Bed of Roses: Chapter 1
Note: This fanfic is inspired by a song called "Bed of Roses" by Bon Jovi. I suggest you go to the link below and listen to the song first before you start reading or listen to it while you read. But I'm sure this song is pretty well known ;) Either way it will set the mood and tone for the story for you readers. This is my first Draco/Hermione fic. I do not own any of these characters from Harry Potter and I do not own the song as well.
Link: h t t p : / / youtube . com /watch?v (equal sign) yVLBcGUvH-s ...There are no spaces in between i had to do that to get the link to show. if it doesn't work go to youtube and type Bed of Roses and watch the music video.
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"What have I always taught you about mudbloods Draco?"
"That they bring shame to the name of witches and wizards."
"Yes, and what else?"
"To consort with them would taint the name of any pureblood."
"Yes...and…"
"Father! I understand."
"The war may be over son but our beliefs are the same aren't they not."
"Yes father."
"You know what to do."
She couldn't believe it. She just couldn't believe it! It's over. Over! It was so good. Everything was going great! But to receive an owl we only three words – "we are done," was not what Hermione expected. In fact, today was supposed to be the day she would tell him she…Damnit!
Hermoine took a deep breath and slowed down her pace. She had been walking for the past hour and the blood was pulsating through her legs from the exercise. She leaned against the front doors to the ministry, reading and re-reading the letter. Her cheeks grew pink, and her lips quivered. No. She closed her eyes and shook her head. No. She will find out for herself if it's true. Maybe someone was playing a practical joke. After all, when Hermoine let everyone know that she and Draco were seeing each other, not many people were pleased with the idea. Yes. That's got to be in. Hermione laughed. He wouldn't have done this to her.
Straightening her brown pencil skirt she walked into the Ministry towards his office. Paying little attention to the greetings from co-workers, she quickened her pace towards the Department of Dark Arts and Artefacts. Standing in front of the door, Hermoine smoothed her fingers across his name, floating across. Her heartbeat quickened and her hands began to shake. Deep breath Hermione. She told herself, before opening the door handle and walking right into his office.
Roses. The smell of roses poured through the room as she walked in. Draco could smell her the minute she stood outside the door. His fists clenched. Draco was sitting behind his desk with his back to the door, looking out the window. Too bad he left his cup of firewhisky on the table. Draco licked his lips, thirsty for the burning drink. Leaning back against the chair, Draco was thankful he had his back to her. He needed to compose himself. After all, she was only a mudblood. Certainly nothing to be nervous over. Even if they did go out on a few dates, it was nothing that she should be surprised at. She should have known it wouldn't have lasted.
Draco closed his eyes briefly and forced a smug-looking smile.
"To what do I owe the pleasure?" He says before turning his chair in her direction. Draco's eyes widened. The overwhelming scent of roses teased him then. The chair was no longer a barrier from her. Her cheeks burned pink and her eyes shot daggers in his direction. He quickly picked up his glass at that moment and quenched his thirst.
Hermoine fumed. To what do I owe the pleasure? That certainly wasn't a good sign in her hopes that the letter could have been a joke. She stared at him, her nails digging into her palms as she tried to find the words to begin the conversation. Hermoine shook her head as Draco took his drink. He looked distant. She tried to read him, but all she got was a look that she hadn't seen him do since Hogwarts. Disgust. Disgust at the very sight of her. She shivered slightly as she lifted her hand with the letter wide open.
"What is this?" She asks.
"Well Hermione, it's a letter."
"I know it's a letter Draco! It's from you."
"Clearly."
"Well?"
"Well what?"
"Don't try my patience. You know what I want to know."
"Interesting…I would have thought the letter spoke for itself. Should I have spoke more plainly?"
"Draco…I…I don't understand." Hermione's hand shook the letter slightly.
"What's not to understand? We are finished.
"But…But everything was going well. We were having a great time. Heck, you were going to take me to the theatre today. Where did this come from all of a sudden?"
Hermoine walked towards him and stood right in front of his desk. Draco stayed sitting.
"Hermione it was long overdue," Draco said, sighing indifferently as he glanced at the firewhisky in his hand.
"Long overdue? Long overdue?!" Hermione turned in disbelief and slammed her hands on the table. "What the hell do you mean by that?!"
"Don't raise your voice please," Draco said through clenched teeth, "This is the Ministry. Know your place."
"Know my place?" Hermoine stormed right in from of his chair, bent down and shoved him, "I want to know why you're ending this. And you're going to tell me. I am not letting this go without a fight and I will not take a 'no' for an answer. Now, answer me."
"No. And don't touch me."
"What?!" She shoves him again, "Tell me," She demanded, her eyes, flaming into his own.
"Hermione I am warning you. Do not touch me and leave my office."
"No, I want an explanation." Hermione was shaking with furry and shoved him again. Draco shot up and grabbed her wrist with his free hand, his drink still in the other. Hermione winced as Draco tightened his grip on her wrist.
"Listen!" Draco yelled but cleared his throat quickly before continuing firmly. "It was nothing more than a few dates. That's it, that's all. I don't want to date you anymore. It's as simple as that."
Hermione's heart sunk, staring at his hand on her. "I don't believe you. Something must have happened for you to act this way right?" She whispered, "Just tell me and we can work through this. Draco…six months is hardly just a few dates." She looked up into his eyes, trying to read his thoughts. But all she found was a cold disregard.
"Hermione please. Just leave before you embarrass yourself further." Hermione's mouth fell open and she shook her head. She growled and tried to smack him with her free hand but she knocked over the firewhisky instead all over the table. Draco grabbed her other hand, eyes blazing and shook her.
"You are a filthy mudblood Granger!" Draco yelled. "What makes you think this would have lasted? All I wanted was one thing from you and you gave it willingly," He shook her again, "But I am tired of you now. You should be lucky I even gave you a second glance. Let alone have this last for six months!" Draco pushed her from his grasp and slammed her against the wall.
Hermione shivered violently. She hugged herself and blinked rapidly.
"Did you think you'd marry me Granger? Hah! I would never marry a mudblood. Certainly not you. Now get out!!
Draco turned his back to her and stared out the window, watching her reflection. She closed his eyes tightly. There was nothing but silence for the next few moments. Draco's eyes shot open at the sound of a hiccup. He stared at the window and watched her. Her hands were trembling as she straightened her skirt. He watched her stumble to the door. She turned to look at him and his gut twisted. Those eyes pierced at him – shining.
"You not out yet Granger?! I can smell your filthy blood still." He growled.
He heard her stifle a sob and watched her turn and walk out the door, slamming it shut behind her.
Draco grabbed his wand and shattered the window to pieces.
How did you like this first chapter? I welcome all comments and suggestions but for those of you who may not like it please no flames. Just gentle criticisms please. Depending on the response I get for this chapter I will try to have the next chapter up within a week. That is if I get some awesome reviews and requests for more.
Until next time!