I Love You With All Of My Broken Heart

Chapter Seven

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On with the story,

"Black hole sun, won't you come, and

Wash away the rain."- Soundgarden

Draco watched the girl behind the counter. It had been two weeks since he last spoke to her. She was wearing a blood red corset with lacy black sleeves. The front was lower than normal. He saw a tattoo. It was half of a broken heart. Colored black, right above her heart.

'How odd, I have the same one. In the same place.' Draco thought to himself, praying the voice in his head hadn't heard it.

But, fate is a bitch, so there it was.

'Awe, is ickle Drakie-pooh having feelings pull at his cold, black heart.' The voice sniggered.

'I am not!' he shouted to himself.

'Fine, be in denial for all I care. But, know this when you admit to needing her, then you'll be a hellavuh lot happier.' It told him in a huffy sort of voice. Almost reminded him of the old Hermione when she was upset at him or the rest of the Golden Trio.

Pulling himself out of his trance, he continued to walk down the rest of Diagon Alley. Desperate to rid himself of the beautiful, but off limit's Hermione Granger.

'But, she is a pureblood after all.' He began to think. 'The only thing holding you back is Pothead and Weasel. And she did give you one of the best make-out sessions you have had in a long time.' Shaking his head, he also hadn't worked with Hermione since then.

Walking into a pub, he saw his friend, Blaise Zabini, sitting alone (much to Draco's surprise).

"Hey Blaise."

"Hey fucker, how's it going since the bastard can't control your life?"

"Great, I got a job. And I'm fine, what about you? Has the old asshole let up on you?"

"You? A job? Damn, I must have died getting away from Voldemort. He's pissed, but he'll get over it. My mother nearly cursed his ass when she found out he tried to get me the Dark Mark. There's a rave tonight at Sinister, you going?"

"I might, I could use the hang-over tomorrow." They laughed at the all to true statement.

"Hey fucker, have you seen Granger? I saw her at Rouge. I didn't know she worked there."

"Yeah I have, because I work there too. It's my day off. I found out that she is a pureblood. Her brother went to Drumstrang, and she didn't even know it until a couple weeks ago."

"Damn. I wouldn't mind having a go at her," he began. "But, I have my eye on someone else."

"Really? Who?" Asked Draco intrigued. 'Since when does Blaise like someone more than a one night stand?' He questioned himself.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you." He become interested in the table very quickly.

"C'mon, just tell me. It can't be that bad." He joked.

"Promise you won't say a damn thing." He pushed.

"I promise." He did a scout's honor type of salute.

"GinnyWeasely" he mumbled quickly.

"Who?" he asked hoping his ears didn't deceive him.

"Ginny Weasely."

Biting back the urge to laugh, however he did like Hermione. "That's cool. I kinda kissed Granger at work in the back room a couple weeks ago. I haven't talked to her since."

"Damn, we have fallen for the wonders of the Gryffindor women. The entire house if going to hate the fuck out of us." Blaise said in a pitiful voice. He was in love and so was his best friend. Problem was or should I say is, the enemy was now, the beloved.

Snakes and lions. How could this get any weirder? The both of them thought.

A/n: sorry for the wait, but I'm still in a writer's block. This one came out of no where. Please review me, with anything!