Thanks for all the good reviews, guys! I may not be able to update this week (y'know, homework and mothers). i hope you enjoy this chapter!
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry, but I want Draco so bad *sobs*
*Draco's P.O.V.*
My bedroom disappears in a swirl of colour as I am pressed into that nauseating feeling of compression. With the faint pop of Apparition, I recognize new surroundings. Taking a moment to gather my wits about me, I cross the carpeted landing with strong, firm strides, pausing only to make sure I am not noticed by the people partying beneath me or to criticize my surroundings. Potter has certainly done some good here, although to think that my ancestors once lived in this grim old place before renovation makes me shudder.
Within a few minutes, I pause before the door which I have anticipated for so long today. A whirl of doubts strike into my heart like arrows, each more painful than the next. What was the use of coming here, all this time? She never even bothered to find out who sent that necklace made of alternating gold and crystal glass beads and the heavy (and not to mention, expensive) first edition of Hogwarts: a History.
I hesitate slightly before pushing open the door with a trembling hand. This familiar room is certainly a sight for sore eyes. Bookshelves are built into the peach-coloured walls, filled to bursting with books ranging from A Complete Wizarding History of Charmwork and its Essentials to Rita Skeeter: The Faults and Exaggerations of Her Work. A comfortable four-poster lined with silken sheets of gold and red claims its territory in the very middle of the room. Always the house loyalist, I think wryly.
Besides a large wardrobe, her dresser stands, topped with many creams and all types of makeup. In the remaining space, a polished wooden desk stands, accompanied by a cushioned chair. The wall above this desk holds a framed picture of Hermione, Weaselbee and Potter, and another of Hermione with her parents.
It is to this desk I hurry, sneering at the Weasel in the photo, who is clearly trying to escape through the frame when it sees me. Drawing a wrapped package out of the folds of my cloak, I place it on the surface of this table, listening to the gentle clinking of glass on wood. I draw out another letter, heavy as it is with its many sheets of parchment, and let it rest beside the package.
Gathering my cloak about me, I step softly out through Hermione's room, ready to hurry back to the end of the hall and Disapparate.
And that is when I see it.
Hermione and Weasley rolling around on his bed, tongues, lips and teeth mashing together. It is as though time has stopped. I am numb, from the tips of my hair to the ends of my toes. Tears prick my eyes as I stare on.
Malfoys do not cry, I remind myself, forcing the tears back to where they came from. Weasley should not have set glass panes into the walls, then, I smirk to myself. And then the sheer force of my realization comes crashing over me.
She does not care. She loves him. Maybe I should not have left that letter after all.
Why would she still love him? She broke up with him ages ago. I remember reading from the Daily Prophet that she cited him as 'manipulative and controlling'. But it is certainly his 'manly charms' that lured her back into his arms. Promises of a stable relationship. That he would never repeat his mistake ever again.
At this point, all I can feel is blind, cold anger. I want to scream, I want to storm, I want to rip Ronald Weasley a new head.
But my feet and arms just do not want to move.
And I am lucky they didn't, if not I would not witness what happened next.
Clouded over with rage, my eyes only saw Weasley looking shocked and resentful, before they came back into focus.
And it was wonderful.
My Hermione slapped him across the cheek, bound him to the wall with an Incarcerous and hit him with a Punching Jinx and a Tickling Jinx. She shouted something at him and then turned to leave.
But then she strode out of the room, fuming, and I realized I had forgot to hide.
She saw me and something just… lit up in her eyes.
Seconds later she was running towards me, until we collided.
Her lips felt like heaven. I could kiss them all day and never tire of them. I have been waiting for this moment so long.
People are running up the stairs, and I pull away reluctantly.
She tells me four words before I Disapparate.
"Draco, a love potion."