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Draco awoke with a smile on his face. As much as he would have liked to have forgotten
about Hermione, she was still clear in his mind as if they had said good bye yesterday.
He had hoped that seeing Nicollette steadily would stop his constant dreams and
reminders of what he could have had, what he let slip right through his fingers; his regret
never left him. Nic, which he began to call her, had been an escape for the past week or
so. When he was with her, he almost felt better, although he knew that there was no
replacement, ever. Oh, and there was no doubt that he had looked. It had started with
him looking for her. He had waited until the war was good and over; he did not relish the
idea of putting her in any danger; he waited until his father was locked up for good, and
then began his search. But she was no where, unlisted, not at her parents, he couldn't just
go to Harry or Ron's; and Blaise? That was out of the question, they had grown quite
apart by the end of their seventh year, and he wouldn't put it past the man to fuck him
over with the situation. So he had given up searching for the real girl and settled with
Pansy, making his mother quite happy, which was the only thing that gave him comfort
as he walked down the isle that day. Since then, he had been restless; searching for
someone that might come close to Hermione and the way that she made him feel. But it
had been a futile search, sleeping with woman after woman and never finding comfort in
any. He was miserable, until Nicollette, she had given him a slight hope that maybe
someone else out there could make him happy. He rolled over getting up out of his black
silk sheets in nothing but pajama pants. Stretching out his lean, muscular body he let out
a yawn and pushed his hair back out of his face. He had taken a quick nap when getting
home from his "date" and hadn't realized that he had been sleeping for quite sometime.
Although now he was fully awake and decided on going down to his lab to work on some
research, seeing that Pansy wasn't around to nag at him. Come to think of it, he hadn't
seen her in days. Throwing on a white tee he started for the door but was interrupted
when he heard his cell ringing. He jogged back over to the bed to pick it up.
Restricted.
"Hello?" He questioned warily.
"Draco, please meet me, somewhere, anywhere I need to see you." It was Nicollette. He
felt panic rising within him.
"What's wrong Nic? Are you okay?"
"No, please just meet me outside of Mynt, as soon as possible." She spoke in a hush
whisper, then abruptly hung up. Draco got dressed as quick as possible looking at his
watch, it was 1:30am as he apparated on the spot.
Hermione paced around her room in panic after Blaise left, deciding what she should do,
she stared at her phone, stated to call Draco and then would hang up, she repeated his
process several times before finally calling him. She needed this to end; she needed to
finish the job. Tears started streaming down her face she turned and vanished into thin
air.
The door to Hermione's door slowly opened, has Blaise quietly walked in making sure
that she had already gone. He looked around the room, searching for anything that could
tell him what his girlfriend was up to. He felt as if he was slowly loosing his mind,
Hermione was really beginning to push him over the edge with her sneaking around and
now, late night disappearances. His eyes darted around quickly, when he spotted a piece
of paper on the floor. It was slightly ripped and wrinkled when he picked it up.
Mynt Lounge, Blonde, and Quidditch was all that he could make out. As he turned
around toward the window to get a better look at it, the moonlight caught something on
the floor that shimmered softly. Leaning back over, he picked up a long silver chain with
a diamond heart strung through it. He had seen it somewhere before, Blaise searched his
memory but the answer seemed just out of reach. Pocketing the jewel as well as the note,
he left the apartment as quietly as he came, feeling a little closer to solving this puzzle,
and deciding to make his way down to Mynt Lounge.
Draco waited on the corner, looking for a sign of Nicollette. She came around the corner
quickly; Draco didn't even notice she was there until he felt a cloak being draped over
him. He turned sharply.
"Nic, what's going on? Are-" But he was cut off by her soft lips pressing up against his.
Her hands slowly crept up his hard chest and wrapped themselves in the soft hair at the
nape of his neck. He pulled her closer to his body, holding her small waist in his arms and
kissed her passionately. He couldn't get enough of her, she tasted like warm honey and
the way her body moved against his drove him wild with need. Deepening the kiss by
moving one of his hands to the back of her head he pushed his tongue into her sweet little
mouth. She moaned out loud and backed him into the brick wall. After several, hot
moments of kissing, they both broke apart for a breath. Draco leaned his forehead against
hers.
"Wow," he breathed heavily. She nodded, reaching up to grab that back of his head to
kiss him again when she heard a pop. Someone had just apparated in the vicinity, she
pressed her finger up against his lips as if to silence him. Draco looked around as if he
had heard it too. A moment later they heard the clicking of boots across the pavement.
Go! She mouthed.
I'm not leaving you here alone! He mimed back to her. She motioned him to follow her
around the corner. There, in the shadows stood a tall man looking around the disserted
area. Hermione immediately knew that it was Blaise; she dug her fingernails into her
palms hoping to God that Draco wouldn't notice. After a couple minutes the man
let out an unearthly growl, slamming his fist in the brick wall and turning on his heel,
heading down the road in the opposite direction. Hermione let out the breath that she had
been holding.
"What was that about?" Draco asked.
"I- I have to go." And without another word she was gone. Draco stood rooted in the spot
where she left him, What the bloody hell was going on? he though to himself. Shaking
his head in confusion, he caught the whiff of a very familiar smell. Roses and
Champagne, his head snapped up quickly, his heart pounding. Where was it coming
from?
Lifting his arm up to his sleeve he inhaled the fragrance of it. He knew that scent, it was
hers.