Disclaimer: Alas, I am not JKR. I am Brittany and I own nothing but the plot, and Jacqueline, and Bryan, and Andrew, and the Black Suites, and other things that you don't recognize.
A/N: This is where it changes greatly from what I have previously written and if you read the story before I took it down last time, please try and forget everything that was there.
Enjoy!
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Chapter 4
Andrew Black
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"Oh, gods, harder!" she screamed.
"Anything, luv," Draco said as he thrust harder into her. He buried his face into the chestnut curls of her head; she smelled like chamomile.
"Oh, right there…yes…oh, Andrew!" she screamed as she came. Draco had finally, in the last year, gotten used to the name that he had been using for the last six years. Andrew Black.
"Hermione," he muttered through his orgasm, waiting until he could once again think before rolling off of her.
"That's it, Andrew. I can't take it anymore," she said and got off the bed, frantically searching the room for her lost articles of clothing.
"What?" Draco asked.
"You did it again. You called me Herminey again! That's the third time this week!"
"Hermione," he corrected.
"I'm leaving you. I put up with you for this long but you and I both know that it was not your personality that kept me here for three months. I used you for the sex, but when you call me some other girl's name in bed…"
"Don't leave, Evelyn!" Draco said. He needed someone. It was getting harder and harder to find women in this city that matched the description of the woman that he was in love with.
"You don't even want me. You want to pretend I'm someone else. If I dyed my hair you would probably break up with me anyway," Evelyn shouted.
Draco hung his head, knowing that it was true. He wanted nothing more than to pretend that he had her back. He wanted Hermione back and what hurt him the most was the knowledge that that would never happen.
"See? I—gods! I can't even look at you right now," Evelyn said, pulling on her last article of clothing.
The door was slammed shut behind her before Draco even realized that she was gone.
It was kind of like what he had had with Hermione. It was there and then suddenly, it was gone.
He wondered—as he often did—what she was doing right now. Was she with someone else? Was she married? Have children? Was she dead? There were so many things that could have happened to her in six years. Gods, he had only known her for six years. He had been without her as long as he had known her. He smiled softly, wondering if her age—23—would have accented her beauty.
He often thought about what he would do to her should he see her again. What would he say or do? He really had no idea how he would react, but hoped that if that ever did happen, that it would be something that would keep her close instead of driving her away.
He closed his eyes and put his head in his hands. Did she even think about him anymore? Did she forget that it had all happened and moved on while he was still here sitting like a lovesick fool over a girl that he would never have again? He heart squeezed at the thought that maybe she had forgotten him altogether and if she saw him, she would simply pass by and not even realize that it was him.
Of course he did look different. His hair—such a revealing attribute to his name—he had dyed darker. It was dark blonde now instead of the platinum blonde that would give him away in a heart beat. He had also discovered the sun and was a bit tanner than he had been. His was body was no longer like a corpse but was not extremely dark, still looking quite pale compared to most.
He wondered if she looked different. He always wondered about her.
Hermione Granger; his long lost love.
He hated himself because she probably hated him. He had promised her the world—the night before his departure—and then had run off. At the time, he couldn't have given her what she needed. Now he could. He was rich—owning his own Fortune-500 hotel chain, The Black Suites—and well off and if he saw her, he would not only give her the world, but the whole universe.
If he ever saw her again.
He groaned and got up from the bed he walked to she shower still thinking about her...
Always thinking about her.
A/N: The plot will change a lot from what I had before as I hated that version since in was so confusing that I had to explain in every author's note what happened in the last chapter. So I hope you all like this version better. The next chapter will be up soon.
Love and Lemons
Brittany.
