Disclaimer: Don't own a damn thing... but, if I did, I would have to choose Draco... He's definitely a hot motherfucker!
Chapter Eight: Off to Pansy's We Go
Hermione grabbed my hand as we stepped out of the car. I was surprised, the whole ride she acted rather politely, on the verge of flirtatious.
This could be what I've been waiting for. Has she changed her mind about me? Could she finally falling?
She did looked beautiful tonight. No one would looks so good as her. She had the natural beauty even the gods would envy. She smiling. I can't believe it. I've only seen her this happy when I showed her library. I doubt even her golden boys could make her smile like this. We walked into the grand home and I heard Hermione gasp when she saw the immense size of the ballroom. We took to the dance floor, and chatted as all the girls began to stare.
"Are you actually enjoying yourself my love." I asked, already knowing the answer.
"Well Mr Malfoy, you have definitely made the night halfway enjoyable." She smirked as she said this.
"Hmmm, now what do I get in return? I have made your evening, now how shall you make mine?" She grinned. I knew she would catch on. But, the next action was not what I was expecting.
Hermione grabbed my head and greedily kissed my lips, running her tongue along my lower lip, asking for entrance. I obliged, and we continued to kiss.
What the hell got into her? Mmmmm, not that I care. God she is so entrancing...
The outside looking in...
We slowly approached our spots for the plan to take place. I saw a couple dancing by the window. They looked familiar. The woman was gorgeous. I stopped dead in my tracks. I realized just how familiar she really was.
Hermione? Can it really be her? Oh my god, Harry cannot see this. That's his girl. But who is she all over. Holy fuck. MALFOY!
"Harry we need to go. Something has happened that was unplanned for. If you don't listen someone really important to is might get hurt. Harry are you listening?" I whispered to Harry who had his back turned to the whole scenario in front of us.
"I can't Ron. Hermione might be there. Or someone in that room knows where she is. I can feel it. I can't leave. I have to find her." Harry spat at me. He slowly turned around.
Low and behold, what did Harry just happen to see, but his fiancee, his lover... standing there kissing Draco Malfoy. The only man Harry hated as mush as the Dark Lord himself.
"Oh my fucking god." Harry slowly sank in his position.
It's over. I found her. But she isn't mine. What the fuck... Draco Malfoy must die. He will never get away with this.
