And so it is, just like you said it would be

by Spiffing Repartee

BANK: A scintillating tale of libidinous trysts, hatred, revenge, façades, and love, which according to Draco is just, “Something fools swindle themselves into believing so they can get laid.”

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When Iris and Draco had finished reading then remained quiet. Draco was the first to break the silence mumbling, "that was strange."

Iris didn't reply. She was contemplating Hermione's lament. After a while she took a deep breath and said, "she's so in love with you Dray."

"I think she's in love with you as well."

"Mmm," Iris murmured.

"I cannot believe that she turns herself into you."

Iris ignored him and fell back into silent contemplation. "Do you feel guilty?" Iris asked. Her eyes looked like the night sea and Draco drowned in them, pondering her question.

"No. I feel uncomfortable at her sadness and obsessiveness, but I do not feel guilt because to feel guilt would mean I cared about her, and my feelings for her are at best mild dislike," he replied truthfully. "What about you?"

Iris smiled, a genuine smile, which lit up her face and made Draco's heart glow, "I feel happy." Draco could not help but laugh, because she certainly looked happy about Hermione's angst. "I'm happy because I'm me and you're you. I'm happy that I am not as feeble minded as Granger. I'm happy that I don't love you and you don't love me, but we'll be happier than Granger ever will be."

Draco grinned at the truth of her words and how eerily beautiful she looked, and said, "love is such a futile dream. I truly do not see why people long for it."

"It's because they have nothing else. Look at Granger. She has pathetic Pothead and fire crotch as companions. She is unattractive and her intelligence takes so much effort. She is living in a pallid imitation of life because she will never be us. In a way I pity her."

Draco smiled, "I truly don't think I can bear to screw her anymore." Iris' eyes darkened but she didn't say anything. Draco didn't probe, at least not verbally, that night they made love as Hermione would so idealistically say, and it was perhaps the best ever because they revelled in the fact that Voldemort's daughter would never feel the ecstasy they did as they simultaneously orgasmed as Iris bit down on Draco's recently healed shoulder to stifle the pleasure.