Last Breath with the Enemy
Part 2: Soft Kisses and Confused Tears
I'm so sorry this chapter came very late. I have music after school these days and I've been coming home late every night. Also, I need help. You see I cannot upload chapters on my computer because my account is always linking to my old one. This is why this part is separate. So, if you know anything about this, can you please e-mail me at
jusorange@hotmail.com. Thanx!I do not own Draco. But I would like to start a business called Dracoroma… everything for a dollar ^^! Song is by P.O.D, Feel Alive. Thanx for all the reviews ^^. Sorry for my horrible grammar… I'm sort of learning in an English and French school… and I get mixed up with French… Please Review!!!
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Hermione's POV
I frantically ran threw the door of the last shop. This was my last chance… and I had only five minutes to run back to meet Harry and Ron. I searched through the first rack… I paused and looked at it in belief.
"How ridiculous! Why are there more donkeys' costumes! Honestly! A whole rack!" I sighed to myself and kicked the side of the rack.
Just than Cho Chang appeared from behind the rack clutching angrily at the ears on of the donkey costumes. As she marched off, I laughed to myself. Poor Harry. He loves a donkey.
"Now, now Hermione, she has her costume, you still don't have your costume," Ginny said, as I turned around.
Ginny had changed incredibly. She was a fine young girl, who played with men's hearts. A little giggle here, a little smile and voila perfecto.
"I need to find a dress… a medieval dress," I explained to her. I started to wave my hands in front of her. "Ginny? Ginny? Oh yeah… forgot to tell you that Ron and I just did it yesterday and boy was he damn good-,"I said in a monotonous voice.
Ginny turned her eyes directly back to me instead of gawking at the boy she was flirting with and screamed, " YOU WHAT?"
"Yeah we're engaged and getting married. First kid should come around next year," I continued, surprising myself.
"Stop it Herm! You're scaring me… anyways you were saying…," Ginny asked, paying attention finally.
Ginny was perhaps the only friend I could really talk to…Was probably the only person who thought I was a "normal" teenage girl. Lavender and Parvati were friends who were always scheming on the next guy they would kidnap and brainwash into doing something he'd regret later on.
"I want a nice Medieval dress. I'm worn out! Maybe I shouldn't even go…" I said frustratingly. I ignored the nearby people who were looking at me as if I was a regular client at St. Mungo's hospital.
"Of course you're going!" she stated, " And… I have the perfect dress!" She dragged me across to the back of the store. She lifted up a dress, or rather a "piece of cloth."
"What do you think?" Ginny asked, expecting I'd jump up and down and cry out in delight…
"That is a dress? There's hardly any cloth on that!" I said while contemplating on the option that not going would be handier at this point.
"Fine," she said, selecting another dress, "Pick which ever you want, but Herm if you never get out of that shell… You need a dress that will say 'Wow'!"
She smiled, her face glowing, and said "But I still want you to take the first!" She ran off giggling to catch up with her flirtatious self.
I studied the two dresses. They were both good: the first one, obviously Ginny's choice…was medieval but with a huge modern twist. Most certainly reminded me of an accessory from Victoria Secret's "special section" in London. The second one was much more 'reserved'. They both matched the 'damsel in distress' theme. I'd rather be a donkey… I take that back. I reflected on what Ginny told me. It probably wouldn't look good on me… all this rubbish never goes well on me.
I thought back to the day I spent with my cousins and had worn a dress my mum had picked out for me. With polka dots. I shuddered, than again I will be wearing a mask. I laid down the second dress. What the hell! How delightful it shall be to take off my mask in front of everyone and make a bloody fool of myself. On the other hand, I could run away before midnight. Don't I feel sorry for Mr. Executioner.
I looked down at my watch and jumped, "Blimey!! I have one minute!" I ran to the cashier. No, in fact, I don't pity my 'husband', he'll probably run off with some other girl before the end of the night, and leave me to count the times Harry drools over donkey/Cho Chang.
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Draco's POV
I relaxed against the wall of my balcony with my arms crossed over my chest. I had cursed the doors of my room for no one to enter. Particularly Parkinson.
I laughed silently to myself. If it weren't for my bastard father standing before me, I'd have had a huge laughing fit when he told me "Son, the Dark Lord favors the Parkinsons. He desires a special bonding between you and Parkinson for the development of your days as a Death Eater."
The Dark Lord must have an idiot if he wants the Parkinsons as part of his resistance troop. I clenched my fists at the thought of me as a Death Eater. A few more months and I'd belong to the Master. The idea of a stupid skull on my forearm, which reminded me of a nasty mole, sickened me. I closed my eyes and evoked the memory of what my father said before I departed for school.
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"You will do as the Master wishes!" Lucius said in a monotonous voice which he often used on my mother before beating her senseless for pointless things. He held his wand before him, ready to spell out the words 'Crucio.'
"Not going to join that bloody idiot!" I snarled at him, not caring what he did.
"Crucio!" Lucius yelled, bringing me to my feet.
What a bastard. He trained me to feed on agony, to embrace it as if it were an essential indulgence. He taught me well. It still tormented me more than the numerous occasions where he'd beaten me as a child. He kicked me to the side and tossed me onto the stone wall. The salty blood trickled down my forehead and onto my lips.
His eyes glowed with fury, "As the heir of the Malfoy's, you better damn well shape up your act! You will join the Dark lord and you will become his right hand man!"
He violently released me and let me plunge into unconsciousness.
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At the sound of an opening door, I opened my eyes briskly, and turned my head to Granger's balcony.
She was leaning onto the railing and watching the Gryffindor Quidditch team practice with a lazy smile dancing on her lips.
"Granger-," I spoke up, making her jump. She turned and looked towards me, her eyes narrowing dangerously. I crawled out from the darkness, and almost scared the living daylights out of her. It appeared as if she was facing a vampire.
"'you gawking at Potter again?" I laughed viciously, walking over to the separation between our balconies.
Dark as it was, I could make out the deep crimson red that floated into her cheeks.
"Mind your own business!" she hissed, pretending to be looking through her bag.
"He doesn't even notice you. I mean that girl…Cho… com'on she isn't a mudblood, and doesn't look like a donkey!!" he started laughing.
"Well you know something Malfoy? At least I don't look like a ferret!" she burst through her doors and slammed them shut.
I started climbing over to her balcony when I suddenly stopped myself. I had better things to do, as stupid as it was. She'd pay later. Executioner. Wonder who my wife is. I smiled slyly to myself. She'd pay later.
"Stupid bitch" I muttered to her balcony as I stalked off into the darkness of my room.
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Hermione's POV
It was already the day of Ball. My insides felt empty and my hands were numb as hell. To add to the problems, my head was ready to split open with a headache. I sat in my gown, growling in pain.
Ginny knocked on the bathroom door, "Herm… listen, whatever Malfoy said doesn't matter. Harry does like you and … Malfoy's just making you not want to attend the ball!"
"Well it's working!" I groaned.
"You can't let Malfoy get to your head! Herm, you're strong," Ginny said. She paused, and said, "Look, I need to go… you better be there or I'll kill you!!" Her footsteps grew fainter as she left my room. She was right. Ron and Harry would kill me if I ditched them. Especially Harry. It was only a few months since I discovered that I loved him, though a Divination course. Or I think I do. I stood up and removed the blanket around my shoulders. The dress was nice, but I'd probably be the hoax of the day. Ginny would look good in it, not me. But this was my chance, to let people notice that I wasn't the girl with her nose continuously in the books.
Everyday is a new day
I'm thankful for every breath I take
I won't take it for granted
So I learn from my mistakes
I examined myself in the mirror as I applied some Muggle make up. I frustratingly tried to pull the brush through my hair. Throwing my brush on the ground, I quickly wet my hair. I dried my hair and used some mousse. I picked up a Muggle magazine, which I had purchased in 'Imported Muggle Items' store in Hogesmeade.
I slid my wand over the picture and adjusted one of the styles to my hair. I smiled at the braid, which pinned onto my hair with a garland of jasmine flowers. It ended with a pile of messy elegant curls flying into my face.
"This better be good!" I said, sliding my black mask with Spanish black lace over my eyes.
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I was a few minutes late for the ball. The rowdy students could be heard from upstairs. Carefully I unfolded the parchment, which held the instructions for the ball.
At the door you shall be given a certain rose. The owner of the matching rose is your partner.
I sighed at the giant doors before me. Taking a deep breath, I pulled open the doors and sauntered inside.
The eyes of the whole crowd were boring into me. The entire room went silent, except for the few whispers of awe. Hermione, there's no turning back now. I glanced forward and saw a few teachers handing roses to the students. Literally, I felt like dying. Boys on both sides were whistling at me. Than there were a few comments like, "Boy, I hope she's my date" or "would I like to mess with that bitch."
I stopped at the table, where Professor McGonagall was waiting with an expression of shock. Snape was holding his goblet with a mouth wide open as if I was Harry and I was proposing to him. Laughing would have been easier at this sight if I wasn't so nervous and my shoes were not killing me. Of course, by the looks on most of the teacher's eyes, I could tell that they knew it was me.
"Can I have my rose?" I managed to mumble.
"Oh!" McGonagall rushed to pick up a rose, "Here, dear. You look wonderful."
I smiled and took the rose which was fastened to a black ribbon and attached it to my wrist. The enchanting rose wore a raven blackish color and had streaks of what resembled blood on its petals. I moved around the crowd, neglecting the dazed inspections I was receiving from the boys. I passed a werewolf on the way that was hanging out with a red horned demon with greenish eyes. Harry and Ron. They both were ogled at me without the slightest clue of who I was. If they weren't my best friends, I'd have declared to the world a long time ago that they had no brains. Ginny was giggling beside Ron. She winked at me and gave me thumbs up.
I walked through the crowd uneasily, searching for my partner. The nausea persisted. The emptiness in my body drummed against my flesh intensely. I inched closer to the exit and was about to open the doors to escape from the ravaging crowd when a pair of arms wrapped around my waist.
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Draco's POV (before Hermione enters)
Aggravating, it was. Watching a bunch of moron girls, courting me as if I was their partner, as if I cared. Pathetic. All these stupid bitches are bloody whores who are strutting around me in their little masks and looking unabashedly at me with saliva spouting down their face. What am I to do? My partner isn't here, the bitch is probably some little slut from Hufflepuff.
I investigate the scene before me, where most of the boy population was looking. Most certainly an exciting sight. Perhaps the only highlight for tonight. As cliché as it might sound, there stood the sexiest girl at Hogwarts. She betrayed a revealing satin midnight blue gown. Her gown began with a low cut bodice, which outlined her figure perfectly. The back of her bodice dashed elegantly down to the top of her skirt and revealed an artistic flowered stem painted on her back line. The obscure color of her dress rendered her ashen skin. The skirt of her dress hugged her legs perfectly and had a slit on both sides which showed… almost all her of her legs. Her hair made her even more of a goddess. She gracefully moved to the table, her walk hypnotizing all the boys. Who was she? How the hell could I have never noticed her? Perhaps she was a Veela. Yeah, that would explain everything.
However, I wasn't the only one who had no clue whatsoever about who she is. I walked over to the table where the teachers were sitting, watching the scene.
I cleared my throat, and finally they look up. "May I know who my partner is before I leave this place," I asked, gritting my teeth. My plan was simple. Find out who the girl is, play with her for some time, and than break her into little tiny pieces so that no one can find the pieces. Quite simple, really.
Professor McGonagall points to a figure behind me. I'd be damn! It's Miss. Veela. Of all people, I am set up with the sexiest girl in the school. I smirked to myself. This shall be fun, I quickly catch up to her and seize her by the waist.
"Running away so soon?" I ask her playfully as I hug her from behind. The sweet sent of jasmine blocked off all my senses. Lowering my head, I pressed my cheek against her pale neck and inhaled.
The next thing she did surprised me. She violently shoved me off her back and turned around, "Look. Please just back off!"
If I couldn't control myself around women like these, I would eventually become like my father. But I don't want to become like him. Her cinnamon brown eyes and her bloodish red lips took on a different story. I knew from that moment, that she wasn't like other girls. There is something I like about her attitude.
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Hermione's POV
His touch sent chills to my neck. I turned around, to find a boy around my age with the most ravishing greyish eyes. They just seemed so familiar. He wore a plain black mask and a black cape around his costume. He had leather pants, which I must admit looked so much better on him than on Harry and Ron. He also had a white shirt that bared part of his tanned muscular chest. He resembled a knight in shining armor, until I noticed the axe he held with the fake blood purchased at Zonko's.
"Hey? You alright?" he asked worriedly
"Yes. .. No I just don't feel very good…," I said, feeling a little dizzy. I cursed myself for feeling as if I was going to fall. He grabbed me by the waist and held my shoulder by his other arm.
"Come on, let's go outside," he said, the side of his mouth twitching as if he were trying to smile.
"No. I'm alright," I said in his arms. People were starting to look at us after my little outburst.
"Little stubborn girl, aren't we?" he grinned, whispering into my ear, "I'm not going to hurt you. You'll just feel better outside that's it. I want to get out of here as much as you do, trust me."
I nodded my head. I would just kick him where it hurts if he tried me. He carefully supported me to the outside door and gave them a little push. Before I knew it, we were down near the lake on a stone.
He sat near me; his arms crossed over his chest as leaned against a tree trunk and viewed the mild ripples in the lake passively.
I sat silently, not knowing what to say. This wasn't Harry or Ron. It just felt so weird. I shuddered at the feeling of him contemplating me from behind.
"You must be cold," he said softly, covering his cape around my shoulder. "Are you feeling better?" His hands remained on my shoulder and the sizzling sensation of his breath enticed me even more.
"Yes… look, I'm really sorry to keep you for this long… you can leave. Your partner must be waiting," I said, breathing in his cologne. No it wasn't Harry's… or like Ron's… or like any of the Gryffindor boys.
"I don't want to go in there anyways. And by the look of it, you are my partner," he said rather harshly.
He was right… on his chest laid the same rose as mine.
"I see…," I said, laughing and turning my attention to the lake again, "and why do you find it more entertaining to sit with me than to there."
"You're quite intriguing, mind you," he said softer, "Would you care to dance?" The cold touch of his hand alarmed me as he forced me up to my feet without waiting for an answer.
"Why may I ask?" I asked, wrapping my arms around his neck to adjust to his astounding height.
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Draco's POV
She inclined her neck backwards seductively, inhaling deeply. How the hell does she do it? The simple movements of her long alluring neck tempted me incredibly. I maintained my grasp around her waist as I subconsciously slid my hands until the end of the slit of her gown. She laid her head on my chest, waiting for my answer. Why does she want to know?
My house is always cold, I'm very cold, and my hands have ceaselessly been cold. My senses welcomed the caress of her warm hands. I found myself rubbing her back and humming to her a certain Malfoy family song.
It's beyond my control, sometimes it's best to let go
Whatever happens in this lifetime
"You're different. You're a mystery," I simply reply.
"A mystery?" she asks me, gazing into my eyes questionably.
I turned her around swiftly and once again she was in my arms. "How come I've never seen you around? Do you really attend Hogwarts?" I said, going back to my usual coldhearted ways.
"Yes I do…I don't know who you are," she replies, smiling.
My heart melted at the sight of her smile. For once, a girl was actually being nice to me without me seeing my entire face or recognizing that I was a Malfoy. It was different, and liked the change.
"Can't you give me a little hint?" I say pitifully, kissing her cheek.
" Not till midnight," she warns me, breaking from the dance and holding my hands.
"Are you the missy goody two shoes. You've probably broken several guys hearts," I sneered. She started laughing at me for some reason. "I can wait… maybe. Doesn't matter we can do it at any time you want, my lady."
"Excuse me?! Don't push it, my lord," she said, grabbing my arms and pulling me somewhere.
"I am your husband aren't I?" I said plainly, grinning mischievously. "Dragging me to your bed, aren't you? Quite the mischievous one."
"Don't push it!" she said giggling.
"Where to my fair lady?" I asked kissing her chestnut hair.
"To the fountains…," she replied.
She let go of my arms and ran to an area where droplets of water were spurting from the ground. I remembered that McGonagall had said that they were adding this section for the ball. Extremely ridiculous.
"Why here?" I screamed out, rolling my eyes at the magical fountain.
"My shoes are killing me. That's why," she said, holding on to my shoulder for support. She removed the two diamond straps from her sandals and held them carefully in her hands, while running to the center of the fountain.
"Are you coming?" she asked, walking further.
I walked towards her, laughing. Not at her, but at myself. I have always been taught to think of the Malfoy pride. I've done that since I arrived at Hogwarts. My father would be insulted to see me running after a girl. This year, I had continually suffered with the thought of becoming a Death Eater, being at the feet of the Dark Lord. And this girl walks in and makes me forget about any of the Malfoy pride I had without any effort. For the first time in my bloody life, I'm not being judged as a Malfoy and I actually desire something as much as my father's head on a platter. I want her.
So I trust in love
You have given me peace of mind
"You silly girl. Now I really think you're nuts," I said shaking my head.
The thin droplets of water fell over our heads. "I've always loved to the rain."
I smiled at her, wrapping my arm around her waist. She smelled exactly like Granger… our little encounter. I whispered into the night, "Jasmine. Who are you?"
She looked up at me, her lips glimmering in the moonlight.
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Hermione's POV
His eyes had changed seemed to have changed. As weird as it sounds, the seemed a lighter grey, almost a bluish color.
"Jasmine," he said sensually, placing his finger on my chest and tracing a line all the way to my lips. He lowered his head and pressed his lips against my neck. I extended my neck backwards, while examining his blondish hair. Odd as it seems… it awfully reminded me of Malfoy…. I stroked my hand through his soft hair.
He laid butterfly kisses from where he had started his line. He stopped amusingly before my lips.
" Are you another antic sent by my father?" he asked dryly, shocking me. His expression quickly changed when he saw my reaction.
"What?!" I said, lifting my head.
"Shut up," he murmured as he grasped my neck and kissed me aggressively. The world was spinning around me.
I feel so alive for the very first time
I can't deny you (I feel so alive)
I feel so alive for the very first time
And I think I can fly
I kissed him back, enjoying the frosty taste. My knees felt like they would buckle underneath any moment, but his hands tightened around my legs. My body relished in his touch. His grip around my body would surely leave a mark. The intense bliss of the moment, left me needing air. I let out a little groan, as I clawed my nails delicately into his hard back. His grasp changed to a slight massage and he kissed me softly. He tediously released his lips, pressing his lips against my forehead.
"You're cold… let's go inside," he said, kissing my forehead.
"Yeah…. Sure," I said, starting to walk beside him. Had I done something wrong? Why didn't he say something?
He passed his hands quickly through his hair and said sarcastically, "I don't think you'll kiss me like that when you find out who I am…"
"What do you mean?" I asked, surprised at his distant mood.
"Nevertheless," he said harshly, "Give me a little hint of who you are?"
"I like to read, I'm a serious person… pretty boring. You?" I said looking towards the ballroom.
He leaned over to me, and took my hand and brought it to his lips. "Forgive me, fair one," he said, delicately kissing it, "Didn't mean it that harshly. Don't like to give information, do you? That's really going to help me! I'm on my house's Quidditch team."
He opened the doors for me, as I entered. I stared at the dance floor, searching for Harry or Ron.
"Com'on stop gawking at it!" he said laughing, pulling me into his arms for a slow song. The intense feeling of so many eyes on us was unbearable, I just closed my eyes and laid my head on his shoulder. His hands were like ice against my back. I hadn't seen his full face, but I loved him more than Harry. It wasn't the same way that I loved Harry. This night I didn't care what happened about getting bonus points on another stupid test. No, I was with him. I don't care what happens tomorrow. Heck, I didn't care about Harry! Right now, I have a mask. When the clock strikes twelve, I won't. Will I run off as planned? It's too late. He's brought out a part of me that not even Ron, Ginny, Harry – or myself for that matter has seen!
So we danced the night away. I didn't care about the blisters on my feet. He dragged my waist and forced me down on his lap. The students watched us in admiration or jealousy… something I had never been the victim of before. From the staff table, Snape watched us, his eyes gleaming darkly, similarly to my partner. I rested my head on my partner's head, waiting for Dumbeldore to announce the couple of the dance.
Dumbeldore stood up from his seat, signaling for the students to quiet down. "Before revealing our masks, we would like to announce the king and queen of the dance." He paused for the student's applause. "The winners of the Masquearde Ball and the crowning of King and Queen of Hogwarts are the executioner and his wife…Please come up to receive your prize."
I couldn't believe my ears, and from the sudden cough of disbelief from my partner, neither could he.
"Hmmm… wonder how Potter feels now that his fame has been stolen," he laughed proudly in my ear. I looked at him questioningly, wondering if I had heard him right.
He aided me in carrying the abundant weight of my gown up the stairs. I was handed a bouquet of red roses and was crowned with a diamond embedded tiara. My mysterious man, on the other hand, got a golden scepter.
"So you've upgraded from an axe to a golden scepter," I whispered while smiling shyly at the crowd.
"Upgraded?! Where's the blood?" he asked innocently, kissing me.
Ginny stood at the front of the crowd, clapping loudly and shaking her head pitifully at Harry. Harry looked at her bizarrely.
"Now, our couple will leave and go to a room behind me," Dumbeldore explained , his eyes twinkling, "for only a conversation- hopefully before revealing themselves and authorizing all masks to be taken off!"
Professor McGonagall pushed us into a dark room in the back, where we were left alone again.
"We have twenty minutes left…," he said, fixing the buttons on his shirt.
He leaned over me and cornering me with his arms against the wall.
"Behave yourself," I said, acting disappointed in his behavior.
His breath could be felt dancing against my chest. "I like breaking rules…," he said lowering his head and kissing my neck.
"And what if someone walks in…," I said laughing at him in disbelief.
"I work fast… doesn't matter. Unless you want to skip this crap," he said lifting my skirt with one hand and unbuttoning my dress carefully with the other.
Sunshine upon my face
A new song for me to sing
Tell the world how I feel inside
Even though it might cost me everything
Now that I know this, so beyond, I can't hold this
I can never turn my back away
Now that I've seen you
I can never look away
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Draco's POV
"Wait…" she said decisively, playing with my shirt's buttons, "I have a better idea…"
I looked at her amusedly. " We skip it, and go to my room?"
"No afterwards… we reveal ourselves now," she said kissing the silver snake pendant I wore on my chain.
"You're hard to please lady," I said, pouting. "But… it's a good idea… only if you promise me a date after this and if you keep our little appointment."
"Of course. There's only one person I wouldn't want you to be… and well you're too nice to be him," she said rolling her eyes.
"Hmmm… I'll make sure he gets a piece of my fist in his- ," I said, before she could quiet me down with her finger. "Which house is he from?"
"Slytherin… they're all…," she said disgustingly, fixing her dress.
"Excuse me?! I think they're quite fine thank you. Mind you, Gryffindor are the worst- a bunch of little goody two shoes!" I said, surprised at her reaction.
"That's not true!" she said, her face reddening up and her lips curling up in an aggressive manner.
"You look so cute when you're angry… seems like someone I know…" I said, cutting myself short when I started thinking of Mudblood Granger.
She blushed and looked up.
"There are many advantages to becoming my girlfriend. Along with my last name, and all the causalities that come with it. A luxurious visit to a dark cold manor," I sneered. She seemed confused with what I was saying, so I kept my mouth shut.
"You first," she said innocently.
"I always thought it was women first. Anyways…" I said removing my mask as she held her hand over my chest, waiting patiently.
"So what do you think?" I asked, finally looking at her. Her face turned pale as a ghost.
"Why are you looking at me as if I were the Bloody Baron?" I asked, her hands trembling against my skin. She vigorously pushed herself away from me.
"What the-" I said, demanding what was wrong. "Will you take off your mask?"
"No… I'm sorry," she said, barely whispering while biting her lower lip.
Now I'm really angry. I grasped her wrist violently and yanked her back against me. She fought and I could tell that she was crying.
"Will you stop moving?!" I hissed, forcing her arm behind her.
"Stop it! You're hurting me!" she groaned.
True, I was hurting her. I could already see a bruise appearing on her wrist.
I forced her against the wall and removed her mask. I stood there, gawking at her.
She took this chance to shove me away roughly. She stood there, cradling her wrist in her hand.
"Granger," I said in disbelief, examining her up and down.
"I told you it was better if you didn't-…," she murmured.
"You couldn't bloody hell figure out that it was me? And you think you're smart!" I said irritated.
She walked up to me angrily and slapped me across the face. I recalled the last time she slapped me. She put her mask back on. I could hear the Dumbeldore announcing that it was time for us to come out and reveal ourselves. She lowered her head, as if she didn't want me to see the pain I had caused her. I could see plain enough the distress I had caused her from her tears. I stood there, mute, not knowing what to do. She ran out of the room. What am I going to do now? I could run after her. Mudblood Granger, we're talking about here, I reminded myself.
I feel so alive for the very first time
I can't deny you (I feel so alive)
I feel so alive for the very first time
And I think I can fly
I slid my mask over my eyes and ran after her. The whole ballroom had broken out into tiny whispers. I got stuck in the crowd, and looked desperately for her dress or her brown curls. What I would do to her the moment I caught up, I didn't know. I raised my head to see her rushing past the entrance doors.
Now that I know you (I could never turn my back away)
Now that I see you (I could never look away)
Now that I know you (I could never turn my back away)
Now that I see you (I believe no matter what they say)
k… That really sucked. Anyhow… I promise you that you will enjoy the next chapter!! You see… I was so excited about Chapter 3… that I didn't concentrate on Ch. 2. Chapter 3 is dramatic, it's my specialty! Heheheh…Draco in leather pants… yes one of the reviewers I think asked for it. Hehehehe… there's more of Draco's clothing to come. And more lovable ~ Malfoy~ hair. I wish there was a store to purchase Draco in leather pants. That's a whole different story. I was thinking of writing a Draco/Hermione story where Hermione has special powers… an incredible witch (like a Charmed one..heheehhe). Enough to hypnotize men and even Voldemort… and Lucius Malfoy and Severus Snape and most importantly Draco Malfoy. Any how byebye!!! R&R
