Apples (A DxH Two-Shot)

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Author's Note: So, even though this was only supposed to be a one-shot, my reviewers have made me decide to continue it into a two-shot. Thanks to all who read and reviewed (Avanell, Lunar Launch 500, Heartless ArchAngel1895, Victoria McMuffin, mentarisenja, Milleniumgirlie, C6H1206, and zukokataraemmettbella4everone)! Italics indicate thoughts. Enjoy!

Apples

Hermione dejectedly walked to her little, beat-up car. She threw her bag of apples into the back seat, plopped down in the driver's seat, and breathed out a deep sigh. He always has to ruin my day. That bastard.

She was having a good day before this all happened. She got the day off from work at the lab – she worked as a scientist to develop new spells and medicines to treat diseases – because their supply of unicorn horn, which Hermione needed in the next step of the ointment she was making, had run out and the next shipment was expected until two days from now. How they ran out of unicorn horn was beyond Hermione, but it got her a much needed rest day. She went to the library and found a marvelous book to read – Famous Cases of the Amortentia Potion by Philomena Bellona – and she had just picked up her favorite tea from the little general store by her house. All she needed to do was get the apples and she was done. And of course, he shows up.

She gripped the steering wheel tightly and began to reverse out of the parking spot. He needs to bring up our marriage when I had just forgotten about it! When I had a moment's peace, he needs to screw it up! By now she was on the road, driving past the quaint houses and neatly trimmed lawns. I wonder if the families on the inside are as perfect as the houses are on the outside. Probably not. People have so many issues nowadays. She pulled into her driveway and shut off the car. Grabbing her bag of apples, she walked up the stairs to her door, painted a welcoming maroon as a secret tribute to her house. She opened the door, walked in, and set the bag of apples on the kitchen counter top. Setting a kettle of water on the stove to boil, Hermione grabbed her book and settled into her fluffy couch to read. Instead, she couldn't stop replaying the fiasco at the supermarket and pretty soon she was reminiscing about her past life – with Draco.

We were so happy together. Ron never could figure us out, but Harry always seemed to understand. We had such chemistry. He could match my wits and I could match, much to his surprise, his trickery. I would catch him looking at me in class and he would catch me glancing over at him during potions. The moment he brushed my hand in potions, I just had to know – what were we?

We randomly – at least, I thought it was random, but apparently Draco planned it, so like him – met in an empty classroom one evening. I was so energized; I don't know what had gotten into me.

"Hello, Granger."

"Oh, so now you're addressing me first? Never thought I would see the day."

"Cut the crap, Granger. Can't I just say hello to you?"

"Why would you want to? I thought you did not want to taint yourself by even talking to me."

"Granger, don't taunt me."

"Oh, but you can taunt me, isn't that right?"

"Granger, you have NO idea. And you're starting to make me very angry."

"I taunt you? Oh, please. I thought my little jibs couldn't hurt such a wonderful, pureblood boy as yourself."

He moved so fast. I barely saw him before he was right in front of me, wand raised. Hell if I was going to let him know I was both very scared of and, dare I say it, immensely attracted to him.

"You don't taunt me, Granger? You do, every damn day. You drive me crazy! I can't sleep! You are making me unable to concentrate with just one smile, one laugh. Every day I think about you and how much I want you." He stared right into my eyes then. I was losing myself in them; that feeling, it was indescribable. "Do you understand? I can't eat. I can't sleep." I was frozen in time. "I want you, Hermione."

The kettle started whistling loudly right then and Hermione startled out of her reverie. She went and poured herself a cup of Earl Grey. Now with the steaming mug, she settled back down into the couch.

Then the whirlwind started. We couldn't stop looking at each other. We couldn't stop touching each other. A brush of the hand. A slight breath through my hair. It was electrifying and forbidden. And I loved every second of it.

Then we got married. He was the perfect husband I had always dreamed of. He looked so innocently happy when I was walking down that aisle. We were happy, so happy. But then everything crumbled.

"Draco, how COULD you?!"

"Hermione, I'm so sorry –"

"DON'T! Just don't! You're not sorry at all! You had sex with her! Her! Pansy! The girl you supposedly hated!"

"Hermione, please listen to me."

"No! What happened to the time when you said you wanted me so much that you couldn't sleep? I guess you found someone to share all those nights with, huh!? Well, you can share the rest of your nights with her because I am so over you!"

I had the divorce papers sent the next day. Just like that, I was single again. And I was unhappy, but no way was I going to show anyone that side. I still was Hermione Granger, the invincible friend of the famous Harry Potter who could solve everything. I just couldn't solve my own misery. I still haven't.

She suddenly felt tears on her face, but she briskly rubbed them away. "Draco, you're such" – she threw a pillow at the wall – "a bastard!"

She didn't know that a certain someone was sorrowfully watching her. She didn't hear him say how much he still loved her. She didn't hear him whisper through her window.

"I still want you, Hermione, and I still can't sleep."

PS- What do you think? Still think I should continue? Reviews welcome.