Summary: Sequel to Unbelievably. Hermione is bound to Draco, whether she like it or not. She is determined on finding a way to get rid of the bracelet that binds her to him, but something unexpected happens... DMxHG
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters. They belong to J. K. Rowling. I only own the plot!
A/N: You need to read Unbelievably before you read this story. You don't have to, but I won't answer questions if you ask why she has that bracelet, and why – yada, yada, yada...! Read Unbelievably and you'll understand.
Thanks to: Everyone who gave me a review. I know that it has taken me a terribly long time to update, but guess what… this is an update! Wow, yeah, I know. I am amazing. Nah… it's you guys who are amazing for even wanting to read my story.
Previous – last chapter of 'Bound to you':
"Granger, we need to talk. Not now, seeing as the clock is merely six AM. Let's meet later, in the library, after lunch," he said with a snarl on his face...
Hermione never got a chance to reply, or tell him that she would rather have the conversation before lunch, because he left as sudden as he had arrived.
She leaned against the wall, contemplating what had just happened. She had woken up in the Potion Master's room, run into Draco, been throughout kissed by the Slytherin… and… liked it? She sighed. Yes, she had liked it.
Chapter 4 – Mudblood
Hermione was awaiting Draco in the library. He had said, they needed to talk, and frankly, she could not agree more. She was bound to him, and ignoring this would just be plain stupid. The bracelet was proved this.
She looked up, when she heard footsteps, approaching her table. Draco was walking with fast and confident steps, as if he were a man with a mission. Hermione gave him a weak smile, not sure what else to do. A few hours ago, she had been kissing Malfoy, and ever since the kiss, she had gotten butterflies in her stomach just thinking about him.
When Draco reached her, he bent down and kissed her on the mouth, just as if they were a couple. The sweet act made Hermione blush, and Draco looked at her with widened eyes, as if he had not even done it on purpose. Maybe it was the bracelet that made them all goofy, whenever they were near each other? Hermione was not sure what to think. This whole thing seemed so surreal, that if Voldemort suddenly came back from the death, she would not have been surprised. Yeah, that's right. Voldemort had died, when Harry and he had fought last year. Harry had, of course, done what was necessary and gotten rid of the horrible wizard.
"Ehhh," mumbled Draco, still looking a bit confused about his act. "We seriously need to get rid of that bracelet," he finally said, forcing a pathetic sneer on his face, "it just made me kiss you, as if I were… as is we were tog…" He sighed. They looked at each other in silence.
"So, do you have any ideas?" asked Hermione, when the silence grew too loud and awkward.
He nodded slowly, and then, after a few seconds of silence, said, "I have a few ideas."
"Okay, let me hear them." Said Hermione and tried to smile sweetly, but it ended up as a nervous dip of the upper lip. Why she had tried to smile sweetly, she had no idea, she just felt like she had to. She needed to… please the blonde wizard. She groaned inwardly.
"We could try a few of the more advanced spell of the Alohomora?"
Hermione shook her head, "no, I already tried those. None of them work."
"Yeah, well, I figured that was the case, so I thought that maybe we should write my dad and ask him what he knows of this spell. I wonder how I found the spell in the… other world… I just -"
"You think that's wise?"
"Don't ever interrupt me," sneered Draco.
"Yeah, well…"
"Don't ever interrupt me," repeated the Slytherin, slowly emphasizing every word, as if she were a two-year-old, who had no clue on life.
"You're so obnoxious!" exclaimed Hermione, holding her hands in the air, as if she had no idea what to do with the boy in front of her.
"Am not," said Draco, huffing.
"Yeah, right," Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Don't Granger; I'm not in the mood for a discussion right now. We need to figure out, what to do about you and that stupid bracelet!"
"Fine then, continue…" Hermione gestured with her hand, waiting for him to continue, where she had interrupted him.
"As if I need your permission," he sneered, then added in a whisper; "mudblood."
"Argh! I hate you!" Hermione rose from the chair, grabbed her bag and started to head out of the library.
"Wait, Granger!" said Draco, walking rapidly after her. He reached her, grabbed her shoulder and spun her around. "If you walk out of that door now, then you're on your own."
"Ha-ha-ha," said Hermione dryly, wrenching her shoulder away from his grip. "As if I need you…"
"Yeah, well, I hate you too. I never liked you and I never will like you, Granger! You're just a sad excuse for a witch, a mudblood in wizard clothing. And I cannot wait until we get rid of the bracelet."
Hermione gawked at him, feeling a sudden burning behind her eyes. The Slytherin obviously noticed, because he smirked maliciously, before walking past her. Hermione stood completely immobile for a few minutes, not even daring to breathe. His words had made her feel… so alone, so sad. She fought back the tears. She would rather die, than give him the satisfaction of making her cry ever again.
"Miss Granger, are you alright?"
"Huh?"
"Are you -"
"Yes, I'm fine, thank you Madam Pince."
The Gryffindor turned around and walked out of the library, heading towards the Gryffindor tower. She walked with hasty steeps, not even stopping to say hello, when Neville and Luna said hi. She merely glanced at their combined hands, thinking that the world was so evil.
She hated the world, she hated couples, she hated love… and she hated Draco for not loving her.
Hermione stopped dead in her tracks. Love?
Hermione started to walk again, while thinking about Draco. The brat was still a foul, spoiled bastard a majority of the time, but he was not as cruel and vicious as he had once been, though tonight had changed him back to his old self. He had called her a mudblood, although, it had been a while, since he had last called her that. It was not the word mudblood that had affected her; it was when he had said that he did not like her and never would.
Hermione entered the Gryffindor common room, and was greeted by her two best friends.
"Hermione, where have you been?" asked Harry.
"Yeah, 'Mione, where did you go?" asked Ron, smiling smugly.
"The library."
"Ahh, I see," said Ron, moving a one of the chess pieces. Hermione had never liked Wizard Chess, let alone normal chess.
"After I have won this game -" started Ron, but was cut off by Harry yelling "Oi!"
"Face it Harry, you're going down… like always."
"Am not."
"Check."
"What?"
"Checkmate."
"So, like I said, want to play against the winner… which would be me?"
Hermione faked a yawn, mumbling that she was tired and needed to lie down. The last she heard before walking up the girls' staircase, was Harry mumbling "It is only one PM!"
She decided to ignore this comment and walked up the stairs. The door hit the wall, when she knocked it open. Lavender and Parvati, who had been sitting on Lavender's bed, jumped from the loud bang the door had created when hitting the stone wall.
"God, Hermione, what's wrong?"
Hermione decided to ignore the two girls, knowing from past experience, that this was the best thing to do. They stared at her, and Hermione could feel the questioning eyes burn on her back.
"Would you stop staring!" she sneered, turning around to look at the two Gryffindors. "I'm not that exciting, am I?"
"Anyone who's with Malfoy is very exciting."
"Look, I'm not with that stupid git, as if I would ever want to be with a ferret."
"Yeah, well, perhaps he's a bit… but you have to admit that he's a very handsome ferret," said Parvati and Lavender giggled.
Hermione snorted. Malfoy… Handsome? True, he had aristocratic features, a flawless skin, enthralling eyes, silken hair…
"No, he's not."
"Come on Hermione, you cannot possibly say that you find Malfoy ugly?"
Hermione looked up from the book she had just opened.
"Would you stop all this nonsense? I do not want to talk about that FERRET!"
She roughly pulled her bed curtain closed, muttering with harsh words the Silencio incarnation. Then, she muttered the Lumos spell, and placed her wand above the head of the bed, so it lit up the book she wanted to read.
An hour or so passed by, and no one dared to interrupt her, which she was grateful for. Though, she had wanted to read, she had not been able to. Thinking about one Draco Malfoy was all she had managed to do.
She slowly pulled the curtain aside. The room was empty. She got out of the bed and grabbed her bag. She would try to find that special place she had had, when she had been in the other world. It had been so amazingly quiet, and it was a place, where she could hide from the rest of the world. Hermione just hoped that no one else knew of this place. In the other world, it had been her spot, but someone else might have found it in this world. She was positive, that this would be the only place that could cheer her up and give her some peace. And she was in desperate need of being cheered up.
She walked with brisk steps down the stairs and headed out of the common room, ignoring the questioning faces of Harry and Ron, who were still playing chess.
She opened the main doors and walked outside in the cloudy weather. After she had walked for a few minutes, trying to re-locate her spot, she finally found it. The surroundings were beautiful. It was open, but still hidden from everybody who didn't know about it. It was quiet, but you could still hear everything that went on nearby. It was breathtaking. It was gorgeous. It was perfect!
She inhaled the intoxicating scent of… was it a flower? Nah, it couldn't be. She had never smelled such a scent before, but she made a mental note about asking Neville.
A small sunbeam had found its way through the greyish skies. The grass was dark green and so humid that you could practically see the liquid running from the long and thick straws. The tall tree in the corner made a shadow on the grass, which covered the only bench, in the secluded area, entirely.
Hermione smiled, walking slowly towards the old green bench, which looked like it had been there for many years, or even centuries. She loved the bench. In the other world, she could have studied it for hours. She sat on the bench, gradually letting her fingers explore the wood of the bench; it felt soft and smooth under her fingers- "Ouch!"
She quickly pulled her fingers away from the bench, groaning inwardly, when she noticed the splinter in her index finger.
"Fuck!" she exclaimed, trying to pull the tiny splinter out of her finger.
"Language Granger," said a smooth voice.
Hermione whirled around, narrowing her eyes, looking directly at Draco.
"It is none of your business how I talk, Malfoy!" she said.
He just smirked and reached for her hand. At first, Hermione wanted nothing more than to say 'bite me!', but something inside her made her place her hand in his. Gentle fingers moved around in her palm, soothing her. When he pulled gently at her hand, she had no choice, but to walk closer to him. He wrapped his left hand around her wrist and removed the splinter with his right.
"There, it's gone now," he said, smirking.
"Thank you."
She looked at her wrist, where his hand was still holding. It was right below the bracelet.
A/N: Yay, another chapter done. I know it was rather short comparing to the time I have had since the last chapter. But as I mentioned earlier, I have had some problems with my HGDM-ship muse, who has definitely left the building. The muse I used for this chapter was just a temporarily substitute.
So, I'll write this again: Any ideas to help get moving with this story are much appreciated. You can either write them in a review or contact me (check my info).
Also, I don't think I'll be able to update again in 2005, but I'll do my best. If I don't get around to update, then I'll see you all again in 2006. Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.
x DanishGirl
ps. Thanks to Savage-Lilly for helping me with my grammar and spelling mistakes - and giving me feedback when I desperately needed it.
