AN: Hey I'm back! I told you all I would update this weekend. And it is still this weekend! Just only for an hour and 9 more minutes..I'm so sorry I haven't updated, I've only just partially gotten over my writers block. I've finally rewritten my white board so it's all good! Now quick question, did anyone see the episode of Korra yesterday? I can't believe we're already to the finale! Who do you all think Amon is? I have a couple theories but nothing concrete! Tell me in your review or PM me! Now with that out of the way, Chapter 3!
Disclaimer: I own nothing in this story but the idea. The characters belong to my lord, and master. Ms. J.K. Rowling.
(Yay, I remembered to do one!)
FAWN POV
"What is he going to d-Fawn's train of thought was interrupted as Draco's lips crashed down on hers."
Fawn's brain was mush. The instant Draco's lips touched hers, her mind went blank. She stood frozen, not moving at all. After a few moments though of standing in shocked silence she slowly began to unfreeze. She began to kiss Draco back, not thinking about whom exactly it was that she was kissing. She tentatively reached up, wrapped her arms around his neck and started to stoke his hair. Draco reciprocated by wrapping his arms around her waist, making her stretch onto her tiptoes. Wow..His hair feels as soft as it looks, Hermione thought.
All of a sudden, with that thought, it was as if she had been flipped right side up from being upside down. All the blood rushed back to her head and she remembered whom exactly she was exchanging spit with. She jerked away from Draco as if she had been electrocuted. She fell down on her bum, not ungracefully. Be mean to him; don't let him know how that made you feel, she told herself.
She glared up at Draco, "What the hell Ferret!" "You can't go around kissing people like that!" "You can get arrested!" "In fact, I'm going to call the cops on you!" Fawn stood up, still glaring as she dusted off her back. She stared at Draco, who during her entire rant had just been staring at her with a smirk on his face. "What?" "What are you smirking about!"
He smirked even bigger and said "With what you just said, I know this for a fact. You're Hermione Granger."
Fawn's mind once again froze. "How does he know that?" "What was it that I said that told him?" She went over what she had said, realizing her mistake, she groaned internally.
"I told you", she said weakly, "My name is Fawn…" "I don't know who you're talking about.."She sighed and thought, Maybe I should just give up the pretense…here goes. "Okay Malfoy..You got me."
Draco smiled triumphantly. "I knew it!" "Granger, what on Merlin's earth are you doing working here? "Last I heard about you, you were working in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement." "I heard you were in the running to be the Head?" "How do you go from all that glory to being a dancer in this bloody strip club?"
Hermione sighed. "Sometimes I wonder that too." "It's a really long story." She sat down on the bed with her hands in her lap; her eyes had a distant look in them, as if she was remembering her fall from grace.
Hermione sat there staring at her hands, reliving the experience. Until Draco's voice jolted her out of the memory. "So, are you going to tell me what happened or not?" He blurted out.
Hermione was shocked he would even ask. Since when were they on good enough terms for that? They didn't even call each other by their first name. "Um no?" "Why on earth would I tell you anything?" "You're." "Draco." "Malfoy." "The Muggleborn terror of Hogwarts!"
"I am not!" "I've changed since school, I'm actually a pretty good person!" Draco retorted. "I'm not my father, he snarled at Hermione.
"She smirked at him," "Of course you're not, Draco." "That's why you're at strip club, ready to do whatever with whoever was here." "Right before you're getting married." "With no concern for whoever, probably Pansy, that you're marrying." All of a sudden, she exploded into yelling at him. Draco took a sudden step back; he had never seen her like this. "You've been like this since our 5th year!" "You haven't changed and you never will! "All you do is go around and cause chaos, playing with people's emotions!" "You treat everyone like a toy, and the world is your giant playground!" "You don't care what happens to people as long as you have a laugh."
Hermione was red in the face now, yelling at the top of her lungs. Her hair was sticking up even more than usual, eyes bright with fury. Draco could tell she had been holding all of this in for a long time. He couldn't understand why though. "What have I ever done to you that was so terrible?" He trailed off as he thought about it. "Okay so I've called you some pretty bad things but-Hermione interrupted him.
"Bad things?" "You made my life hell in the second year!" "Ever since you called me a mudblood, everyone else thought it was okay to!" "Your bitch of an aunt even carved it into my arm!" Hermione flipped her arm over so Draco could see the word "Mudblood", in scars on her forearm. "You're the worst person I know!" "I don't know how anyone could stand to be around you!" She stopped yelling, drawing in deep, ragged breaths. She glared at him, and then said in a normal voice, "I've heard how people say, "Oh Draco, he's the complete opposite of his father." "But you know what?"
Her voice suddenly became deathly quiet. "You know what?" "You're exactly like him." Hermione finally said. She stared at Draco, waiting to see how what she said affected him.
Hermione watched him, it definitely had an effect. His eyes were fixed at point over her head; she could see a range of emotions flit through them. From what she saw, it looked like rage. Definitely rage. She could tell by the way his shoulders were shaking that he was barely able to contain it before he too exploded. Rage and what looked like, was it even possible? Hermione thought to herself. Is it possible he looks sad that I think that? Maybe I went too far saying he was like his father?
She made as if to take a step towards him, but as soon as she had moved an inch, Draco locked his eyes on hers. He strode towards her. Hermione backed up against the wall in fear. Okay I definitely went too far with saying he was like his father. Draco towered over her as he slammed his hands into the wall beside her head.
"You really think I'm like my father?", he growled at her. He grabbed her waist and threw her on the bed. He leaned over her, pinning her arms to the bed. "You want to see how much like my father I can be?" He lowered his face so she could feel his breath on her lips. He whispered, "You really want to see?" "I can guarantee you won't like it." He reached down and gently bit her neck. "Or maybe you will" he growled again.
Hermione's mind was once again in ruins as soon as his teeth touched her neck. The only coherent thought she could understand was YESYESYESYES. She slowly looked up into Malfoy's eyes. After a few seconds, his eyes, which had been a dark gray, almost black color. They slowly turned back to their lighter shade of gray, almost as if his mind was clearing. Then it seemed to hit him what he had just done. He leapt off Hermione. He flattened himself against the opposite wall, as if trying to be as far away from her as he possibly could.
He had a panicked look on his face, "I'm so sorry!" He grabbed his jacket and raced out of the room, slamming the door shut on his way out.
Hermione stared at the quivering door before slowly sinking to the floor where she started to quietly cry to herself. What the hell just happened? I can't believe I could say those things to anyone. Even if it was Malfoy. Merlin! I'm a terrible person. At least he won't know how that kiss made me feel, she sniffled. With that thought, she succumbed to her sobs.
DRACO POV
Draco felt Fawn freeze as soon as his lips touched hers. He smiled to himself. If this didn't make her flip and forget her cover story, nothing would. He stood there kissing her, wondering how much longer till she reacted. Then he felt her tentatively reach up and wrap her arms around his neck. Forgetting whom he was kissing, he wrapped his arms around her waist. He felt her stretch to reach his mouth, she slowly began to stroke his hair, than all of a sudden as if she had been shocked, she leapt back from him, falling down, staring at him wildly.
He could see her mind racing to process what just happened. He chuckled to himself. He could tell she had no idea what to make of it. He watched as her eyes hardened and turned to glare at him.
She opened her mouth and began to berate him. "What the hell Ferret!" "You can't go around kissing people like that!" "You can get arrested!" "In fact, I'm going to call the cops on you!" Fawn stood up and glared at him while she dusted off her backside. Draco couldn't help laughing to himself again. She so just proved that she is Granger. No one else besides Pothead, Weasel King, Weaselette called me Ferret. He couldn't help it when his triumphant smirk broke through.
"What?" "What are you smirking about!" Draco tried his hardest to keep from laughing out loud. I just proved the Brightest Witch of our Age wrong! He cheered in his head…. God I'm pathetic, he mentally shook himself. Get a grip, Draco! He smirked even bigger at her. "With what you just said, I know this for a fact. You're Hermione Granger."
He could tell she was going to break any moment now. He could almost hear the cogs in her head turning as she tried to figure out how to salvage the situation.
Fawn looked at him. "I told you", she said weakly, "My name is Fawn…" "I don't know who you're talking about.."She sighed quietly to herself. Draco could almost hear her thoughts; maybe it's time to give up the pretense.
"Okay Malfoy." Fawn took a deep breath, "You got me."
Draco smiled triumphantly. "I knew it!" "Granger, what on Merlin's earth are you doing working here? "Last I heard about you, you were working in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement." "I heard you were in the running to be the Head?" "How do you go from all that glory to being a dancer in this bloody strip club?" Wait what the hell? Why on Earth do I care about why The Golden Girl is working an exotic dancer? Draco shouted at himself.
"Sometimes I wonder that too." "It's a really long story." Hermione sat down on the bed with her hands in her lap; her eyes had a distant look in them. Draco could tell she was starting off down Memory Lane.
He sat there and watched her fall into her memories until he couldn't take the suspense anymore and he finally blurted out, "So, are you going to tell me what happened or not?"
Hermione shook herself, looking over at where Draco stood. "Um no?" "Why on earth would I tell you anything?" "You're." "Draco." "Malfoy." "The Muggleborn terror of Hogwarts!"
Ouch, Draco thought. I'm not a terror. People need to stop confusing me with my father. "I am not!" "I've changed since school, I'm actually a pretty good person!" Draco retorted. "I'm not my father, he snarled at her.
He could tell Hermione didn't believe any of it for a second. Hermione smirked at him," "Of course you're not, Draco." "That's why you're at strip club, ready to do whatever with whoever was here." "Right before you're getting married." "With no concern for whoever, probably Pansy, that you're marrying." All of a sudden, she exploded into yelling at him.
Draco took a sudden step back; he had never seen her like this. He was quite surprised at the depth of her anger. "You've been like this since our 5th year!" "You haven't changed and you never will! "All you do is go around and cause chaos, playing with people's emotions!" "You treat everyone like a toy, and the world is your giant playground!" "You don't care what happens to people as long as you have a laugh."
Draco watched Hermione, as she steadily grew redder in the face. She was yelling at the top of her lungs now, her eyes bright with fury. Damn..She's been holding this in for a long time, Draco thought to himself. Why the hell though? What have I ever done to her that was so terrible? "What have I ever done that was so horrible to you?" He trailed off as he thought about it. "Okay, so I've called you some pretty bad things but-" Hermione interrupted him.
He could tell that was a horrible thing to say, as Hermione immediately went off on him again.
"Bad things?" "You made my life hell in the second year!" "Ever since you called me a mudblood, everyone else thought it was okay to!" "Your bitch of an aunt even carved it into my arm!" Hermione flipped her arm over so Draco could see the word "Mudblood", in scars on her forearm.
Draco took in a sharp gasp, he had forgotten that Bellatrix had done that to her. He internally thanked God that Molly Weasley had done what she had done. He quickly tuned back in to what Hermione was saying,
"You're the worst person I know!" "I don't know how anyone could stand to be around you!" She stopped yelling, drawing in deep, ragged breaths.
Draco thought to himself, Well maybe she's finally done and I can apologize. I was in 2nd year after all! I wasn't the brightest. I had just discovered hair gel after all! I didn't know that it was that bad of a word.
Hermione glared at him, and then said in a normal voice, "I've heard how people say, "Oh Draco, he's the complete opposite of his father." "But you know what?"
Draco thought to himself. I'm nothing like Lucius! When will people finally realize that? I'm actually trying to do some real good in the world! Why else would I be a Healer…
Her voice suddenly became deathly quiet. "You know what?" "You're exactly like him." Hermione finally said. She stared at Draco, waiting to see how what she said affected him.
Draco's mind wandered on. I've heard people say Hermione was tough but no one ever said just how tough she was. I guess that's what happens when you go through what she di-wait! Did she…? She did. THAT STUPID GIRL! DOES SHE NOT KNOW WHAT I'VE GONE THROUGH! SHE THINKS SHE HAS GONE THROUGH CRAP!...how could she think that though…Does she really think that? Or is that the hurt talking?
Draco took a deep breath to steady his emotions. He could not afford to let her see just how much what she said affected him. No one could know what happened in Malfoy Manor. He felt so conflicted in his emotions. He looked over at Hermione; he could see in her eyes that she felt bad about saying what she said. She was debating on whether or not to go comfort and apologize to him. She made as if to take a step over towards him. He immediately locked his eyes on hers. He strode over to her. He could tell she was a bit frightened by him, Draco thought. He would have been too if he was in her place. Draco had been told his temper could be quite frightening at times.
He leaned over her, slamming his hands into the wall. I just want to shake her! She needs to know I'm not like my father…Maybe I should show her what he's really like, an idea flitted across his mind. "You think I'm really like my father?" Draco growled down at her. He reached down and grabbed her by the waist and threw her on the bed. As he leaned over her, pinning her arms down, Draco couldn't help taking the smallest of sniffs, just to see if it was her that smelled like vanilla. He had smelled it as soon as she had walked into the room. It was her!
"You want to see how much like my father I can be?" Draco lowered his face so it was right above hers. Control yourself Draco, he chided himself. This isn't you. You don't normally want to ravish muggleborns. Especially ones like Granger. This isn't you. Don't think about lowering your lips anymore. He whispered down, "You really want to see?" "I can guarantee you won't like it." Before he could stop himself, he reached down and gently bit her neck. God, what are you doing Draco?, he wailed internally. "Or maybe you will", he growled again. Get a hold of yourself! You sound like a horribly cheesy romance novel! Get a grip! This is Granger.
He lifted his head just enough to see her eyes. Her eyes were staring straight into his. He could see all the pain his family, his lifestyle and his blood race had caused her. His thoughts began to clear as he thought of all she had probably gone through in the dungeons under his house. Merlin, I can't do this to her! Draco vaulted off the bed and onto the nearest wall. He plastered himself onto it, trying in vain to get away from her. He couldn't understand the range of emotion and thoughts going through his mind. He just knew he had to get out of there. "I'm so sorry!" He blurted out, before grabbing his jacket and racing out of the room. He slammed the door on his way out. Please don't let her follow me. I need to be alone now! What the bloody hell has Granger done to me to make me feel like this?
Draco continued to sprint through the club, he passed what he thought was a blurred Blaise, through the front doors, and down the street to an abandoned alley. He peered around for any sign of life, seeing none, he than apparated to The Leaky Cauldron. God damn it, I need a drink..
AN: Whew! There we go! It only took a couple of hours to pound that out. Chapter 3, In fact I think it's the longest one so far. The word counter says 3,341 words so that's definitely the most I've written. I'm pretty sure. I have to say; I think it's not half bad. Not great but not that terrible. What do I care what I think though? I want to know what you think! Please review! Feed me! I'm hungry! If you have any questions about the characters, because I think they might indeed be a bit confusing. I'm also worried that maybe the chapters are a tad repetitive…Tell me what you think! Review. Now…. Please? *Puppy dog face* Pretty please?
So I'll try to update as much as I can. But I'm starting a theatre camp tomorrow so I don't know how often it will be. I will definitely try for the weekends!
Please review..Pwease? Hope you all had a good Father's Day.
-Mwah!
MBR
P.S Sorry for all the swearing in the story…
