The award for the author who never updates goes to…….
STEFFI WEFFI!!!
(Jumps up screaming, puts herself together then walks down the aisle to the stage. Walks up the stairs, occasionally tripping on train of cream dress, to the presenter, kisses him on the cheek (eww… old guy!) then prepares 'thank you' speech.
I'd just like to say this award means a lot to me and could you please refrain yourself from throwing rotten veggies till after my speech? This is a major honour to receive an award for never updating. I'd just like to thank my school- my teachers for all the homework and assessments, as well as my exams, my friends for the continuance of the lowey and nerd fiasco (which hopefully has come to a halt.) my editor's absence, my ban from the computer, my computer virus and most of all my LAZINESS!!!
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SORRY!!! I'll try to update sooner! It's been like two months or more! Geez… horrible Steffi Weffi!
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Dear Diary,
I feel so stupid, I feel so used, I feel so… I don't know what I feel like. Draco. He probably hates me, but if he really respected me he wouldn't, would he? So many questions and so little answers. I don't want to go on my honeymoon. It's not even a honeymoon. I'm being dragged to Wizard Hilton in the Bahamas. I didn't want to go anywhere and with what happened last night I definitely don't want to go.
What if Draco kills me? Okay going a bit too far there Hermione but still. After I walked out on him, I went to sit in the gardens. I was sitting all alone, how I wanted to be, when Blaise came behind me and sat down next to me. It was awkward for a few minutes but then he started talking, and then I started talking. We talked for ages and about everything. Draco, the Chappelle's, Lucius, Ron, Harry and Millicent. He really likes that girl. I only wished that I could experience that type of love but now I can't.
Then we started talking about the Death Eaters and how Voldemort was keeping quiet. I know that my parents told me they weren't into dark magic but I was still unsure and I asked Blaise about it but he just went all strange and changed the subject. I thought it was weird but I decided to leave it, even though a part of me wanted to press on.
Talking to Blaise about that dark stuff and the Malfoy's was better than talking to Harry or Ginny. Harry and Ginny would probably just prove that Blaise and the Malfoy's were (still) evil but it was different seeing it from another person perspective. Someone who knew more about that stuff. He told me he didn't want to become a death eater but he would probably would become one anyway. He even considers being a spy for the light side and I almost told him about the order.
I told him about what happened with Draco and he said he would calm down and to forget about it, but I can't, I feel even worse now. Instead of being with my husband on our wedding night I was with his best friend. It sounds even worst than it is. If I told Draco that he would probably freak out. I don't know what to do what if-
"HERMIONE!"
Hermione jumped and slammed her diary shut. She quickly stuffed it her draw when her door slammed open and her mother walked in, followed by Tinsel.
"Hermione, why are you still in bed? You should have been ready five minutes ago. What have you been doing child?"
"Nothing. Just lying in bed," she quickly lied.
"Well hurry up. You have ten minutes. Draco is waiting. Tinsel, take Hermione's bags to the hotel NOW!"
"Yes miss," squeaked Tinsel. She scurried over to Hermione's bags and seconds later she was gone with the luggage. Catherine turned and rounded on her daughter.
"WHY ARE YOU STILL IN BED?!"
"Chill. I'm getting up." Hermione grumbled.
" Don't chill me! Get in that bathroom immediately!" Catherine bellowed
Hermione slumped to the bathroom. "Bitch" she mumbled.
"I heard that Missy!"
Hermione hesitantly slumped down the stairs to the hall way where Draco and Catherine where standing by the fireplace. Catherine looked up but Draco didn't. She scowled at him. Sodding wanker. Can't even look me in the eye. Wait wasn't it my fault? She shook her head clear of those thoughts and slowly walked into the fireplace.
"Hurry up Hermione. Honestly, you are so slow today. Okay just floo to the lobby and check in there. Simple?" she looked at Draco who nodded numbly.
Hermione grabbed the flow powder and shouted. "Wizard Hilton, Bahamas."
Hermione apparrated with Draco in front of suite 356 looking restless and flustered. The guy at the front desk made comments about how cute they looked together and how adorable their children would be. Draco just turned away while Hermione had to politely tell the man to hurry up and give them their keys. It didn't stop there. The bellhop who was assisting their luggage gave them an evil sadistic look when he noted they had the honeymoon suite. She resisted the urge to slap the look off his face. They faced the portrait of a bride and groom. Hermione scowled. How original. Hermione tried the password.
"Snickelberry." (A/N: friend told me to use that) nothing happened. She tried it again, and nothing happened. She heard Draco snicker behind her and she turned on him.
"What!?" she spat viciously.
Draco burst out laughing. He didn't stop until he looked up and saw Hermione's raging red face. He stopped and pulled himself together.
"It 'Snickelberal'not snickelberry."
The portrait flew open to Hermione's annoyance and she huffed past Draco and up to her room, slamming the door shut behind her.
Hermione threw herself on the bed. She screamed into the pillow and closed her eyes. The door creaked open and Draco quietly walked over to her and sat on the bed. He rubbed his hands up and down her back and Hermione couldn't help but notice how good it felt. His hand moved over to her face and he softly stroked her cheek.
"Come on Hermione. Nobody falls asleep that fast." (A/N: courtesy of 'Ice Age'.) He poked her softly but she didn't stir.
"Fine," he mumbled. She felt the bed rise up and heard the door slam shut.
Draco slumped through the door of the Hotel's little bar and walked over to the booth. He looked around for the waitress and found her amongst some of the world's richest wizards that he personally knew. He signalled for her to come over.
"What would you like Mr. Malfoy?"
"Um… butterbeer."
"And I'll have one too," came a soft voice. Draco looked across and saw a very beautiful girl sitting across from him. The waitress nodded and walked away.
"Do you always do this?" Draco queried.
"Do what?" she asked innocently.
"Scam sexy gentlemen like myself for drinks." He smirked.
"Don't know. Come with me to dinner and you might find out." She smirked back.
"Draco Malfoy," he extended his hand.
"Lauren Stanwell," she shook it.
"Stanwell? Your father works for my father. He's part of the CEO isn't he? I remember you from that Christmas party"
"Well done, Mr. Malfoy." She laughed. The butterbeers appeared on their table. They both picked it up and took a slip.
"So what brings you to this lovely hotel?" she asked.
"Honeymoon."
"Oh that's right. You got married to who is again… Hermione Granger?"
"Yeah, that's the lucky lady." He smiled.
"But where is the lucky lady?" at the sight of Draco's smile leaving his face she resented her comment."
"Trouble in paradise?"
"Yeah, you could say that."
"Do you wanna talk about it?"
"No, not really. So what brings you here?"
"Daddy has some business to do for Malfoy Inc. So I was dragged along. This is a lovely place but without company it's pretty dull."
"So I better take you up on your offer then."
"What offer?"
"Dinner."
"Offer accepted."
Hermione's feet sunk into the wet sand, occasionally flicking bits with her toes. She looked out onto the sea while muttering incoherently.
"How dare he just leave like that! Stupid, arrogant, fat-headed, promiscuous, dickless wanker."
"Talking to yourself? First sign of madness that is," Hermione spun around to face a handsome guy, "but then again, I must say your choice of words are quite… interesting."
Hermione laughed but then at the thought of Draco frowned.
"Boyfriend problems?"
"Husband," she muttered.
"Oh… Unhappy honeymoon?"
"You could say that."
"Sit, sit, let's that about it." He sat down on the sand and patted the sand next to him. She hesitantly sat down. There was a long silence before Hermione spoke.
"Stupid pureblood marriage laws," the boy's mouth turned into a big 'O',
"I'm married to my former enemy. My best friends hate him and hate the fact I'm married to him and my parents only care about the future heir. But no one cares about what I feel." Hermione looked away.
"What do you feel?" the handsome guy said.
"I like Draco. Before he was such an arse, but now I know the real him. I've known him and his façade for so long now, that the real him is a big shock, I can't adjust to it. It feels wrong, but I guess that's not my big problem. And with the order- never mind."
Damn I almost told him about the order. My mouth is really gonna get me in deep shit one day. Please drop it, don't question me.
"No go on. What about an order or the order."
Damn him!
"Well it's complicated. Lets just say we're on different sides of the field and when it comes to the match I won't know what to do,"
"Right… Continue."
"Told you it was complicated. Well anyways Ron and Harry, my best friends, aren't exactly warming up to the idea of my marriage. I hate the way there acting. They're my best friends in the whole entire world and nothing is gonna change that, well that's what I think. Then this marriage came along and it makes me question my theory. Harry's okay with it but I help but feel he's only pretending. And Ron, well he's questioning my faith to my friends. I couldn't help stop this marriage and he knows it. I think he's mad because I've gotten use to the idea of being with Draco. Draco has been really slack to Ron these past 6 years and I guess Ron can't find it in his heart to forgive him. I know I probably wouldn't but there's nothing I can do. I just want him to get over this and talk to me again."
Tears started rolling down Hermione's face and the guy looked at her with pity.
"I think this Ron guy is the 'dickless wanker'," Hermione laughed,
"If he can't see that he's been an arse and respect you and what you feel is best then he doesn't deserve your company. He should be happy that you actually got a husband you like and who won't make you miserable. Is that why you're fighting with him?"
"Not really, but I rather not talk about that right now. Thanks for listening to me."
"Hey, no problem. Anytime."
"How can I thank you?"
"You already did,"
"I know but something more."
"You could accompany me to dinner tonight with some of my friends- oh wait your hus-"
"Don't worry about him."
"Great. Pick you up around 7. Suite?"
"356."
"Great. Oh Derek Cummings."
"Hermione Gran- Malfoy."
Hermione started to unpack her bag in search of a dress for dinner tonight. She felt something hard. She continued to feel it and realise it was a book. She pulled it out and scowled in disgust and annoyance when she read the title- Sex Positions. (A/N: thanks Davinechic89)
"Stupid horny parents!" she muttered shoving the book under the bed. The bathroom door opened and out walked Draco wearing a black tuxedo. He stopped when he saw Hermione.
"Going somewhere?" she asked.
"Hermione about dinner-"
"Oh sorry if you got all dressed up for me but I'm going to dinner with someone else,"
"Someone else?" he questioned pretty surprised.
"Yes, Derek."
"A man?!" his face slowly turning red.
"Yes a man, do you have a problem with that?"
"Well no shit Hermione! You're married to me, we're on our honeymoon but you're having dinner with another man."
"Well we haven't been talking ALL DAY!"
"It doesn't matter, it's principle!"
"I'm not your property!"
"I know that but purebloods don't have AFFAIRS!"
"I'm not having an affair. I'm simply having a meal with a friend, that just happens to be a male, and his friends. I'm not gonna shag him!"
"You better not cause you haven't even shagged me!"
When that came out of his mouth he instantly regretted it. It was Hermione's turn to turn red.
" Hermione I'm-"
"You asshole," she whispered in a deadly tone. "How dare-"
There was a knock on the portrait. Frustrated Hermione stomped to open the portrait and tell the person off, but when she opened it she lost all confidence. In front of her was a beautiful C cup girl (A/N: lol Thalia, happy?) wearing a low cut black halter dress.
"Yes?" said a surprised Hermione.
"Oh hi, I'm here for Draco."
"Here for Draco?"
"Yes for dinner."
Hermione crossed her arms and leant against the portrait. "Dinner eh?"
Draco rushed forward. "Listen Lauren, can you wait-"
"No, No," interrupted Hermione, "don't let me get in the way. Enjoy your meal." And with a shove she pushed Draco out the hole slamming the portrait behind him. Hermione turned around and leant on the portrait door.
"Hypocritical wanker."
She walked silently down the dark gloomy hall, her footsteps echoing off the walls. She suddenly heard voices and decided to investigate. She noticed bright light coming from her father's 'meeting room'. She peeked through the door and noticed the room full with black-cloaked figures. She leant up against the door and strained to listen to the voices.
"Are you sure no one will stumble in, Bulstrode?" said a raspy voice.
"Yes my lord. My wife and daughter are in bed." She recognised her father's voice.
"Good. Now Malfoy's son has yet retrieved the information about the prophecy that Bella lost, but Chappelle assures me that in time we will get what's needed. But Chappelle, I DON'T HAVE TIME!"
Several of the cloaked figures stepped back.
"My lord, please, what is Malfoy's son fails to retrieve the information."
"Are you doubting my plan Bulstrode?"
"No my Lord, please my Lord, I would never doubt you."
"Is that so? Your eyes tell a different story. I can't see doubt in them and for that you shall pay. I do not tolerate my follower's stupidity. CRUCIO"
Bulstrode toppled over in pain screaming.
"Dad," shouted the girl. She ran into the room to her father. The unforgivable was released and he lay droopily on the floor.
"Bulstrode. I thought you told us we wouldn't be interrupted. You have failed me." he pointed his wand at the girl and shouted
"Avada Kedavra."
The girl's body fell to the floor with a thud.
"Millicent!" screamed Bulstrode. He crawled over to his daughter and placed her head on his lap, rocking back and forth spilling tears on her delicate lifeless face.
"You have disappointed me greatly Bulstrode. Malfoy take this disgrace away from my site."
Lucius walked over to Bulstrode, head high, lifted him up and led him out the door.
"Crabbe, Goyle, dispose of this carcass."
"Yes my lord," they said in union.
A/N: 11 pages… enough to make up to you for my absence? Probably not considering I'm not entirely happy with this chapter. Anywayz just curious, when you review could you tell me your gender, just wanna see how many boys and girls… oh and if anyone has seen the grudge can you tell me is it worth seeing or not? Thanks…. Bye byez….