Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, the characters; blah blah (I'm pretty sure you all know that anyway...and if you don't...well...) there is most definitely sex, violence, and language. If you don't like that sorta stuff, you're weird-but be sure to get the hell away.
Summary: ( Post-Hogwarts) Hermione Granger's life turned around the day she got fired. An unexpected picture brought her back to her old friend's she once loved. At an engagement party she makes a deal with the devil. Can this wreck of a woman find happiness...or maybe...even love?
A Story of a Girl
Chapter XI
What We Create
"Should've done something but I've done it enough by the way your hands were shaking rather waste some time with you... "
-The Used Blue and Yellow
Hermione looked around Ron's old room, expecting it to have posters of The Chudley Cannons covering the walls, but instead, when she walked in, the walls were blank. His room did not look like it used to Now, when she turned around, she didn't see the extra bed Harry used to sleep on when he spent the summers here and she couldn't see the stack of books she usually kept in the corner, or the place where Crookshanks used to sleep.
"This has changed." She breathed out, she didn't even know if Ron could tell how awfully nostalgic she felt right now.
Ron walked in after her, closing the door behind him, "Yeah, I threw a lot of stuff out and cleaned it up a bit, it doesn't even look the same." Though Ron was smiling, she knew he also felt the same feelings she did, or she thought, maybe he didn't. Maybe he didn't care that this room felt reminiscent to her life. Empty, bare, and nothing like it used to be.
Hermione Granger thought maybe this room would bring her back to when everything was better between them, but obviously, that was already gone.
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"I can't believe I'm actually going to do this." Draco gritted his teeth as he put his winter coat on even though there was no snow on the ground yet, "Fuckin hell," He spat, and thought right now he sounded like a teenager the way he was cursing. The cold late September air brushed against his cheeks when he trudged outside, "Stupid wind, stupid Granger, stupid-"
Crack
Draco flinched, surprised at the familiar noise - he hadn't expected anyone to be coming to his house this late at night.
"Oh, I see you have finally come crawling back to me, you-"
But before he could insult her, Hermione, tears streaming down her face, ran up to him, wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. The kiss, so full of passion, caused Draco to nearly fall over. He could barely breath while kissing her since he still hadn't caught his breath from being nearly frightened to death at her sudden unexpected appearance. He almost felt like he was drowning, but drowning in the best of ways of course.
The kiss lingered on, the cold air stung against Hermione's tear-soaked cheeks, and before she wanted to let go, Draco reached behind and released the grip she had around his neck. There faces were still close, and Draco's hands on hers reminded her of their first time together.
"What are you doing here?" He breathed in deeply and his grip on her hands got stronger.
Her whole body shook as more tears streamed down her face, "I don't even know myself," She cried, "What am I doing?"
"What am I doing?" She asked herself again as she continued to cry.
"What am I doing..."
"Hermione?" Draco raised his voice, "Stop!"
Hermione lifted her head, "I'm sorry-"
"Where did you go?" He grasped her shoulders and shook her, "I was about to go crawling back to you, do you know how pathetic I look right now?"
Hermione's tears stopped and she smiled when she saw the coat he was wearing and the worried look on his face, "You do look pathetic." No matter what she thought about Draco in the past, now she felt like he was the one person she really wanted to see. Ron had understood that she wanted to leave, but she wondered if he really would've understood if he knew where she was leaving to.
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"Why was she here?" Ginny yelled as Harry entered the bedroom, while Ron was still upstairs.
"She was seeing Ron!" Harry yelled back as he threw his jacket onto the bed.
"Do you honestly believe I'm that stupid Harry?" Ginny sat down on the bed, "You love her, don't you? You still love..." She trailed off too angry to rant any farther, "I can't believe you."
Harry stared at her, he couldn't think of what to say to his fiance. What could he say really? That he was in love with her one time best friend and it was going to take a lot for him to forget the one girl he had fallen in love with? No, of course he couldn't say that because that girl didn't love him back and to tell you the truth, Ginny was his only way out of this stupid obsession with Hermione Granger. He would marry Ginny and slowly that obsession would fade away.
But as he slowly walked over to comfort Ginny, he secretly wondered...what if it didn't?
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"You almost backed out." Draco said as soon as he had led her inside.
"Backed out?"
"Yes." Draco said swiftly, "We have a deal."
"Oh right, the one where I'm supposed to pretend to be your fiance." She nodded and made a face, "About that."
Draco shot her a disapproving look.
"Doesn't your mother know that I'm-"
Draco shook his head, "Of course not, you idiot."
"Are you sure?"
Draco smirked, "Positive."
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"Draco, Draco!" Narcissa called from across the hall where Draco was standing, leaning against his bedroom door, waiting for her to wake up in her usual manner.
He pushed himself off, "Yes mother?" He smiled and grabbed her hand, "What is it?"
Hermione opened her door a crack and stuck her tongue out in disgust at the sight of Draco sucking up to his mum. She opened her door just a bit more so only her head was sticking out, "Damn I can't see them anymore."
They had started to descend the stairs towards the lobby leading towards the library and the kitchen. The stood near the bottom of the stairs, when Narcissa began to speak.
"Has she arrived yet? I heard quite a racket last night, I thought your house elf, Alfy or Alfred or whatever you call him was at fault."
"No, I was just-" Draco looked up to see Granger peeking her head where the banister began and the hallway ended, "Um, cleaning up."
"Cleaning-what are you looking at?" Narcissa turned around and Hermione gasped and quickly moved out of sight.
"There was a bird." Draco rubbed the back of his neck nervously.
"A bird?" Narcissa chortled, "A bird? Since when did you have a bird flying around the house?"
"I meant an owl, my owl mum."
"But didn't he die?"
Draco made exasperated face behind his mother's back and mouthed a curse word in her general direction as well, "No, he didn't die."
"Well I remember you crying over-" Narcissa turned back around to face him.
"Mother!"
"To answer your question, Mother, she'll be arriving soon."
Hermione's eyes widened, I'm actually going to do this?
"She'll need to got back to the guest room." Draco said, trying his best to get Hermione's attention to go back to her room.
"What?" Narcissa raised an eyebrow at him, "There is no way your fiance is going to sleep in that dingy room."
"Of course not," Draco said leading her off towards the kitchen for breakfast.
"You are not making any sense today Draco," Narcissa said and that was the last Hermione could hear of the conversation before taking Draco's advice and returning to her room.
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"I didn't know you were such a bad liar." Hermione said when he entered her room, clad in only his boxers and a towel wrapped around his neck. His hair was damp and she figured he had just gotten out of the shower.
"I didn't know you were so stupid." Draco smirked, "My mother is expecting you around seven."
"Have you told her who I am?" Hermione asked, knowing the answer.
"No."
"No?" Hermione sighed, why was she agreeing to this? Maybe because this wasn't the most simple days of her life and because she was sort've digging the fact that Draco Malfoy was half naked in her room.
Digging the fact that Malfoy is half-naked in my room? Where the hell did that come from?
"You know, some people actually are a bit more, what's the word, less revealing in front of people." Hermione pointed at his boxers.
"Less revealing? What are you my mother?"
Hermione crossed her arms across her chest, "Whatever."
"Look what you're wearing."
"I'm wearing a sweater and some jeans. You're saying that this is revealing?"
"I'm saying you need to wear a dress."
Hermione watched as he took another gown from the closet, "Wear this one."
It was red, and definetely something you wouldn't be wearing when meeting your "fiance's" mother. Hermione grabbed it from him and held it up to herself. It looked like it went a little past her knees and was a bit low cut for her taste, "Why this one?"
"You'll see."
Hermione started to lift up her sweater over her head, expecting him to leave the room while she did so, it was sort've like a hint to let him know she was beginning to change, but he stood there, watching her intently and he didn't even look away.
"Could you leave?" Hermione said, with the sweater halfway off of her head.
"To be honest with you, Granger..." Draco began.
"Please don't remind me, I know you've seen everything under my clothes alright?"
"That wasn't what I was going to say."
"Right," Hermione threw her sweater on the bed, "Hand me the dress." What was the point of pushing him out of the room anyway, he had a point, well she did anyway, he had seen everything, I mean everything.
Draco sat down on the bed and handed her the dress and watched as she slowly removed her t-shirt. He watched as she lifted the shirt above her head and as she did, bit by bit her curved back began to show itself, the dip that stopped near the waistband of jeans and the curves of her hourglass figure. The clasps of her bra were dieing to be unhooked and he nearly jumped off the bed to unhook them himself. But, carefully with her delicate fingers, she slowly unclasped it. It fell to the floor, so perfectly so gently and he watched as she began to slid out of her jeans.
He gulped, damn. This was the best porn he's ever watched, by far.
What? No.
She wore cute underwear, not a thong or something skimpy but just cute underwear with pink hearts that trimmed the edges. He was used to the hot pink thong type of girls or the see through lace kind of gal-not the cute kind.
Draco, without any self-control and completely out of his will, stood up and walked over to her. He wanted to touch her so badly, her skin glowed like glaze on a freshly baked croissant straight out of the oven, and his mouth was watering at the sight of it. He hadn't touched her in what felt like so long, that the feeling of obsession washed over him again.
He was inches away from her, but he didn't think she noticed he was right behind her. So, with a steady hand he reached out and stroked her on the arch of her back and felt her muscles tense when he did it. He knew she couldn't turn around or else she'd be exposing herself to him, again.
She was trapped.
"Malfoy." She breathed, "I have to get dressed."
Draco leaned in closer so his bare chest was pressed up against her back, he ignored her. Her curly hair was all pushed to one side like those women in those Muggle paintings he had seen. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer.
Hermione closed her eyes and felt the fast rhythm of his heart and the quickening of hers, "I need to get dressed, Malfoy." She repeated.
"Shut up." Draco said and spun her around, "Can't you see I'm trying to be, what's the word..."
"Perverted?"
Draco looked down at her and tipped her chin up, "No...that's not it."
Hermione didn't care anymore if he saw her chest, or if he was leaning in to kiss her or if he was kissing her and it felt amazing and just like a kiss should feel. She didn't care that Draco Malfoy was reaching his hand to touch her where she did need to be touched or if he wasn't being forceful or cruel anymore. She didn't care that all her friends hated her or that she was falling madly, insanely in love with a Malfoy.
"You know," Draco smirked, "You aren't so bad after all." His eyes were glazed over with lust, but they quickly went back to normal once she blushed and turned away.
"Isn't your mother waiting?"
"No."
"Yes she is."
"So what?"
"So what? She's expecting us, that's what."
Hermione was trying to zip up the dress, when Draco finally sighed and did it for her, "You are stupid."
"I thought I wasn't so bad after all. I guess you just throw everything you say around."
"I guess I do." Draco retorted.
"Whatever, let's just go. Do I look presentable? Why am I even asking you that anyway?"
Draco made no comment and put his arm on her back and led her out the door.
They walked down the stairs, where Narcissa was waiting, her back towards them, tapping her shoe against the marble floors, "Draco what-"
"Mother, this is my fiance."
"Your fiance is Hermione Granger!?"
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Author's Note: Tehe. xxDraco is teh sexyxx!
I thought it'd be funny if I ended this chapter the same as the first one. But it took me awhile to write this because it's like 2 in morning and there was a big bug in my room that looked like a mousiqto on steriods. So I screamed really loud and ran out of my room a couple of times. But I wanted to finish the chapter, so you should thank me because I nearly risked my life to write this bloody chapter. I really appreciated all the get-well reviews: ) Thank you! Thank you! I'm much much better now! I'll update as soon as possible but I have a BIRTHDAY PARTA! to go to tomorrow but it will be soon: ) Give me tons and tons and TONS of reviews: ) Oh, but I have GOOD ideas for the next chapter of this story so WATCH OUT! It'll be coming atcha soon! w00t! Trust me I do know where this is going.
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