Disclaimer: It all belongs to good old J. K. Rowling and we should worship her. I think that one day, if I become an architect, I'll build a temple for her. That would be a cool idea. Sorry, I'm rambling on in my disclaimer. Okay well on with the story. Oh yeah, by the way, from now on I won't be putting a disclaimer in all my chapters. I'll have one big disclaimer in my author's profile.
That Was Weird
Chapter 13
Dear Diary,
I flew off to the states today. New York City. The big apple. I was ecstatic to be getting away from everyone. They could be so suffocating sometimes.
When I got off the plane, I took a taxi to this cute little pub. I forget its name. Anyway, I went to the back of the pub and knocked on a few bricks, much like the entrance to Diagon Alley.
Hagrid had taught me the combination the moment I informed him of my travel plans. He told me that as soon as I got to New York, I had to go to the wizard section and meet his good friend, Cynthia. He owled her and told her I was coming. I was supposed to meet her at the Magical Motel, that's where she worked.
I walked down the busy street and was in awe. It was so much different from Diagon Alley. They drove cars around and it reminded me a lot of the regular muggle cities. The only difference was the shops. I went inside a few of them, just to be sure that I was actually in the wizard world. I was. They had a shop just like Flourish and Botts there called the Reading River and I knew that it was going to be my favorite store. Ten floors of just books. It was like music to my ears.
I walked down the street a little way, careful not to get run over by any cars and I finally found the Magical Motel. I walked to the front desk and found a young boy, no older than I was, practically falling asleep.
I tapped the bell and he awoke with a jump. He wiped the drool that had begun to form at the corner of his lips and looked at me. Then he practically started to drool again. "You're beautiful," he said in a whisper. I wasn't sure why he would say that so forwardly but I pretended to be complimented.
"Why thank you," I said and then I asked him where I could find Cynthia. He didn't have a chance to respond because a scrawny woman came bursting into the room.
"I'm Cynthia," she said. "You must be Hermione."
I looked her over and she was nothing at all what I expected. I had assumed her to be a tall burly woman, maybe even with a slight beard. Instead I found a thin little woman with long curly blonde hair and light blue eyes. She had three birthmarks, one right in between her eyes and the others on either side of her nose. If you connected the dots, they formed a triangle. I thought it was really cute.
"Hi," I finally said.
She took me around the hotel and brought me to a suite on the top floor. Cynthia told me that it was going to be my room for as long as I was staying in the city and that if I needed anything, I shouldn't be afraid to call her.
The motel itself was cheesy and looked like a piece of filth but the room was... fantastic. It was huge. As soon as you entered, it led in to the living room which was equipped with a wide screen television and the most comfortable off white couch that I've ever had the pleasure of sitting on. The couch formed an L shape and there was a coffee table right in front of it. Not that I drank coffee.
On the right side of the living room was a kitchen area that had a refrigerator, a microwave, a toaster over, and a sink along with about a million different wooden cabinets and a huge wooden counter. I could tell I was going to love this room beings eating was my favorite past time. My only problem was the lack of dishwasher. I guess I'll have to wash everything by hand. Oh well.
On the other side of the living room was the bedroom. It was spectacular. The walls were a brilliant light blue color with a border on the top. The border was clouds and it was my favorite theme for rooms. The ceiling was much like Hogwarts, bewitched to appear like the night sky.
The bed was my favorite feature though. It was in the shape of a heart. The sheets were white and the comforters were a midnight blue. There were about a thousand pillows and I knew I wouldn't be in need of all of them.
There was a bathroom attached to the bedroom and I went in, curious as to what it looked like. It was perfect as well. It had a large Jacuzzi off to the side and also a shower with a magical curtain that hovered in the air.
I went back to my bed and began to unpack my suitcase. As I was unpacking, I found you and that's when I started writing. Goodness I can't wait to get outside and explore. I'll write to you later.
Hermione
DRACO'S P.O.V.
I went home and immediately mother was pushing me back in the car. "We're leaving tonight," she said in that motherly tone as if I should have known.
Father was already in the car waiting for me. I hated him so much. As soon as I got in, he started questioning me. "How did everything go at school this year? I know I haven't seen you since before the summer ended so I need to know everything that happened this year. How did the Quidditch team do?"
"Good. We won the house cup this year! It was great to see Potters face at the going away feast. You should have been there, father. It was priceless." I talked to him with respect and treated him like any other kid would their father but inside, I wanted to hurl.
"Very good. Congratulations. And did you get good marks?" he asked
"I aced every class, as always. They're all really simple courses. I'm going into all the advanced courses next year. Oh yeah. Dumbledore, that old fool, he insisted that I take muggle studies. Apparently it's mandatory that each student takes at least one year of muggle studies throughout their seven years at Hogwarts."
Fathers face contorted into an evil expression as he said, "I'll have the old man fired!"
"You can't. Not even you have that power," I reminded him. He didn't appreciate my reminding so I quickly changed the subject. "So what's in New York anyway?"
His expression changed and he was now wearing a smile. "I have some business to attend to. We will be staying at the Paradise Suites hotel in wizard New York City. You shall be free to roam around all day and you have your own room at the hotel but do NOT under any circumstances go into the muggle community and be home every evening by 2:00 a.m. I want to know you're... safe."
We reached the corner of a street where we found a phone booth. We were to use it as a port key. Father got in first and I followed after him. After we got to the hotel, I went to the front desk and checked us all in. I got my key and took all my luggage, heading upstairs to find my room.
It was nothing special. Well maybe it would be special if I had not grown up with all the best things. But even though it didn't seem special to me, it did have a great view. It looked out over the busy streets of the city. There was a balcony and I stepped out onto it, taking in the sight. It was absolutely beautiful. I looked down at all the people walking by and they all became little blurs. All I could see was different colors. That was the only way to tell them apart.
Across the street was some cheap motel, Magical something or other. I looked into the window of the top floor room and saw a beautiful girl, dark brown hair flowing down her back. I couldn't see her face but I made a mental note to myself to watch that window religiously until I found out who she was.
Dear Diary,
I took a walk today, just looking at all the different shops and such. It seemed so magical. People were flying high in the sky on their brooms and there were air traffic patrollers that acted as traffic lights. I had never seen that before. It was great. And if they weren't flying, they were driving the most advanced cars I had ever seen.
Immediately, I ran to the book store and made myself at home. There were thousands of books, fiction, science fiction, fantasy, horror... just about everything you could ever dream of. And the stores name, Reading River, well it was quite perfect. You see, as soon as you entered the store, you got into a little boat and had to sail from section to section on a river. Quite creative, I thought. Something you could only find in the wizard world. So then I was looking around at the sections to see what kind of books I was interested in and noticed that they too had a restricted section, seventeen and older were allowed to go in.
Curiosity got the better of me and I snuck in. I just had to know what they hid back there. I found quite a few books that were also in the Hogwarts Restricted section but there was also a whole section that made me take two steps back. The Adult Section. I looked through it and found a whole bunch of romance novels.
Daring to be adventurous, I sat down and began to read one entitled Desires vs. Necessities. It started out as a lovely tale of romance. The main characters, Jude and Allison, were exact opposites in everything. She worked as a non-profit lawyer and he was a big short working at one of the richest and biggest firms in the U.K. They hated each other the moment they met but that didn't stop them from falling.
In chapter 6, things started to heat up. - Allison came home from work one night to find him just sitting in front of her door, looking rather impatient. He looked into her eyes and she stared back in to his. No words were needed for it was all said in that once glance. Lust and desire had consumed them both and they had not the ability to change that.
She moved past him and took out her key, unlocking the door. As soon as they got in, she discarded her coat on the kitchen table and he did the same. Then, without warning, his lips crashed down upon hers, claiming her as his own. He grabbed her legs and wrapped them around him, carrying her to the bedroom.
He showered her with passionate kisses down her neck as he placed her gently down on the bed. Soon, they were both naked and staring at one another. It was lust, yes, but there was also something else there. Was it necessity? The need to feel the others skin against theirs? Neither one knew. All they knew was that they craved the others touch. And so that night, they made love to one another without any caution or fear of morning repercussions.
I memorized it. It was just so enticing for me to read. It reminded me a lot of Malfoy and myself. Only we've never made love, as I've already told you. But the point is that I don't understand what's going through either of our heads.
Sometimes I think that for that month or so that I was with him, we were just two hormone-crazed teenagers, looking for someone, anyone, to satisfy us. But then I remember the way he touched me and the way his eyes told me that there was more than just our hormones involved and that's when I know that I loved him and he cared for me, even if he never told me so. But he did tell me. Maybe not in actual words but his actions suggested it. Like the way he covered me up in front of Hagrid and the way his fists clenched up at the seventh year ball when he saw what I was wearing and the swarm of boys around me that had been asking me to dance.
I can't say for certain that Malfoy ever felt more than the passion of sex but I do know that spending that time with him, during that whole month, well it was the only time I've ever felt complete. Something has always been missing in me and it's so obvious whenever I'm with a man. He'll be kissing me or making love to me and yet my mind will wonder somewhere else, to schoolwork or friends or even how to bring down Voldemort (that was before we actually did bring him down). But with Malfoy, there was no way I could even think about anything else. The only thing on my mind when we were doing it was him.
But now I'm with Harry and I can never be with Malfoy again. So maybe New York will do me good and I'll learn to forget all about him. One can only hope.
Hermione
DRACO'S P.O.V.
So I've decided to be my usual self and get all the girls this summer. Yes being the Sex God of Slytherin does have its advantages. The women all flock to me, regardless of whatever reputation I have for breaking young girls hearts. So tonight I've chosen to go to this great club, Club Lunar. Blaise Zambini told me about it. He goes to the states every summer on holiday. He'll be coming this year too, in about a week. It'll be fun spending time with him. He's one of my best mates.
On the other hand, with him around, I'm going to have to be the same Granger hating asshole that I always am during the year and I don't like that and it will be way too hard to do considering that I don't actually hate her anymore.
She's the only woman that has ever walked out on me and yet she's the only woman that I desire. She has the ability to make me scream out in bed in pleasure but no other woman has ever done that to me. Granger... Hermione. She's the one.
Do I l...l....love (gods, that word is so hard to say) her? Well I would think that that was obvious. The way she runs her tongue down my abdomen makes me shake with bliss. The way her hair falls down into my face when she's straddling me brings me to the point of rapture. The way she walks away from me, her hips swaying side to side... well that just makes me ... happy?
Happy, not in the way of a sexual interpretation, but in the way of I'm content. Just seeing her walk away with a bounce brings a smile to my face. Knowing that she's okay and is well taken care of satisfies me. You see, I know she'll never look at me again with that same look of care and compassion so I've learned to live with it. Some may call it moving on but I don't think that that's really what I'm doing. Moving on implies that I'm getting over her, which I'm not. I'm simply learning how to live with the loss, the loss of my one true...love.
A/N... SUMMER! Hope you all enjoyed. There's not really much interaction here but I used this chapter to set up how the summer is going to go. Thank you all so much for your kind reviews and please tell me what you thought.
Also I'd like to make a side note to one of my reviewers who has requested something...there will be no rape in my story, sorry to disappoint. I'm trying to make this story a bit lighter than a few of my others and I feel like adding a rape would make it a bit too heavy for this story. But if you like the idea of Hermione getting raped (still keeping the DM x HG romance) read Message in a Bottle. It's one of my other stories and basically it's about her getting raped by her stepfather and writing a letter explaining all her problems, sending it out to sea with the thought that no one will ever find it. But Draco does and then they become 'pen pals.' So if you like that kind of stuff, I'd love it if you read that story as well. But in this fic, Hermione isn't going to be raped and so Draco won't be saving the day. But I have other plans on how they're going to get together. Don't worry.
Read and Review please!!
That Was Weird
Chapter 13
Dear Diary,
I flew off to the states today. New York City. The big apple. I was ecstatic to be getting away from everyone. They could be so suffocating sometimes.
When I got off the plane, I took a taxi to this cute little pub. I forget its name. Anyway, I went to the back of the pub and knocked on a few bricks, much like the entrance to Diagon Alley.
Hagrid had taught me the combination the moment I informed him of my travel plans. He told me that as soon as I got to New York, I had to go to the wizard section and meet his good friend, Cynthia. He owled her and told her I was coming. I was supposed to meet her at the Magical Motel, that's where she worked.
I walked down the busy street and was in awe. It was so much different from Diagon Alley. They drove cars around and it reminded me a lot of the regular muggle cities. The only difference was the shops. I went inside a few of them, just to be sure that I was actually in the wizard world. I was. They had a shop just like Flourish and Botts there called the Reading River and I knew that it was going to be my favorite store. Ten floors of just books. It was like music to my ears.
I walked down the street a little way, careful not to get run over by any cars and I finally found the Magical Motel. I walked to the front desk and found a young boy, no older than I was, practically falling asleep.
I tapped the bell and he awoke with a jump. He wiped the drool that had begun to form at the corner of his lips and looked at me. Then he practically started to drool again. "You're beautiful," he said in a whisper. I wasn't sure why he would say that so forwardly but I pretended to be complimented.
"Why thank you," I said and then I asked him where I could find Cynthia. He didn't have a chance to respond because a scrawny woman came bursting into the room.
"I'm Cynthia," she said. "You must be Hermione."
I looked her over and she was nothing at all what I expected. I had assumed her to be a tall burly woman, maybe even with a slight beard. Instead I found a thin little woman with long curly blonde hair and light blue eyes. She had three birthmarks, one right in between her eyes and the others on either side of her nose. If you connected the dots, they formed a triangle. I thought it was really cute.
"Hi," I finally said.
She took me around the hotel and brought me to a suite on the top floor. Cynthia told me that it was going to be my room for as long as I was staying in the city and that if I needed anything, I shouldn't be afraid to call her.
The motel itself was cheesy and looked like a piece of filth but the room was... fantastic. It was huge. As soon as you entered, it led in to the living room which was equipped with a wide screen television and the most comfortable off white couch that I've ever had the pleasure of sitting on. The couch formed an L shape and there was a coffee table right in front of it. Not that I drank coffee.
On the right side of the living room was a kitchen area that had a refrigerator, a microwave, a toaster over, and a sink along with about a million different wooden cabinets and a huge wooden counter. I could tell I was going to love this room beings eating was my favorite past time. My only problem was the lack of dishwasher. I guess I'll have to wash everything by hand. Oh well.
On the other side of the living room was the bedroom. It was spectacular. The walls were a brilliant light blue color with a border on the top. The border was clouds and it was my favorite theme for rooms. The ceiling was much like Hogwarts, bewitched to appear like the night sky.
The bed was my favorite feature though. It was in the shape of a heart. The sheets were white and the comforters were a midnight blue. There were about a thousand pillows and I knew I wouldn't be in need of all of them.
There was a bathroom attached to the bedroom and I went in, curious as to what it looked like. It was perfect as well. It had a large Jacuzzi off to the side and also a shower with a magical curtain that hovered in the air.
I went back to my bed and began to unpack my suitcase. As I was unpacking, I found you and that's when I started writing. Goodness I can't wait to get outside and explore. I'll write to you later.
Hermione
DRACO'S P.O.V.
I went home and immediately mother was pushing me back in the car. "We're leaving tonight," she said in that motherly tone as if I should have known.
Father was already in the car waiting for me. I hated him so much. As soon as I got in, he started questioning me. "How did everything go at school this year? I know I haven't seen you since before the summer ended so I need to know everything that happened this year. How did the Quidditch team do?"
"Good. We won the house cup this year! It was great to see Potters face at the going away feast. You should have been there, father. It was priceless." I talked to him with respect and treated him like any other kid would their father but inside, I wanted to hurl.
"Very good. Congratulations. And did you get good marks?" he asked
"I aced every class, as always. They're all really simple courses. I'm going into all the advanced courses next year. Oh yeah. Dumbledore, that old fool, he insisted that I take muggle studies. Apparently it's mandatory that each student takes at least one year of muggle studies throughout their seven years at Hogwarts."
Fathers face contorted into an evil expression as he said, "I'll have the old man fired!"
"You can't. Not even you have that power," I reminded him. He didn't appreciate my reminding so I quickly changed the subject. "So what's in New York anyway?"
His expression changed and he was now wearing a smile. "I have some business to attend to. We will be staying at the Paradise Suites hotel in wizard New York City. You shall be free to roam around all day and you have your own room at the hotel but do NOT under any circumstances go into the muggle community and be home every evening by 2:00 a.m. I want to know you're... safe."
We reached the corner of a street where we found a phone booth. We were to use it as a port key. Father got in first and I followed after him. After we got to the hotel, I went to the front desk and checked us all in. I got my key and took all my luggage, heading upstairs to find my room.
It was nothing special. Well maybe it would be special if I had not grown up with all the best things. But even though it didn't seem special to me, it did have a great view. It looked out over the busy streets of the city. There was a balcony and I stepped out onto it, taking in the sight. It was absolutely beautiful. I looked down at all the people walking by and they all became little blurs. All I could see was different colors. That was the only way to tell them apart.
Across the street was some cheap motel, Magical something or other. I looked into the window of the top floor room and saw a beautiful girl, dark brown hair flowing down her back. I couldn't see her face but I made a mental note to myself to watch that window religiously until I found out who she was.
Dear Diary,
I took a walk today, just looking at all the different shops and such. It seemed so magical. People were flying high in the sky on their brooms and there were air traffic patrollers that acted as traffic lights. I had never seen that before. It was great. And if they weren't flying, they were driving the most advanced cars I had ever seen.
Immediately, I ran to the book store and made myself at home. There were thousands of books, fiction, science fiction, fantasy, horror... just about everything you could ever dream of. And the stores name, Reading River, well it was quite perfect. You see, as soon as you entered the store, you got into a little boat and had to sail from section to section on a river. Quite creative, I thought. Something you could only find in the wizard world. So then I was looking around at the sections to see what kind of books I was interested in and noticed that they too had a restricted section, seventeen and older were allowed to go in.
Curiosity got the better of me and I snuck in. I just had to know what they hid back there. I found quite a few books that were also in the Hogwarts Restricted section but there was also a whole section that made me take two steps back. The Adult Section. I looked through it and found a whole bunch of romance novels.
Daring to be adventurous, I sat down and began to read one entitled Desires vs. Necessities. It started out as a lovely tale of romance. The main characters, Jude and Allison, were exact opposites in everything. She worked as a non-profit lawyer and he was a big short working at one of the richest and biggest firms in the U.K. They hated each other the moment they met but that didn't stop them from falling.
In chapter 6, things started to heat up. - Allison came home from work one night to find him just sitting in front of her door, looking rather impatient. He looked into her eyes and she stared back in to his. No words were needed for it was all said in that once glance. Lust and desire had consumed them both and they had not the ability to change that.
She moved past him and took out her key, unlocking the door. As soon as they got in, she discarded her coat on the kitchen table and he did the same. Then, without warning, his lips crashed down upon hers, claiming her as his own. He grabbed her legs and wrapped them around him, carrying her to the bedroom.
He showered her with passionate kisses down her neck as he placed her gently down on the bed. Soon, they were both naked and staring at one another. It was lust, yes, but there was also something else there. Was it necessity? The need to feel the others skin against theirs? Neither one knew. All they knew was that they craved the others touch. And so that night, they made love to one another without any caution or fear of morning repercussions.
I memorized it. It was just so enticing for me to read. It reminded me a lot of Malfoy and myself. Only we've never made love, as I've already told you. But the point is that I don't understand what's going through either of our heads.
Sometimes I think that for that month or so that I was with him, we were just two hormone-crazed teenagers, looking for someone, anyone, to satisfy us. But then I remember the way he touched me and the way his eyes told me that there was more than just our hormones involved and that's when I know that I loved him and he cared for me, even if he never told me so. But he did tell me. Maybe not in actual words but his actions suggested it. Like the way he covered me up in front of Hagrid and the way his fists clenched up at the seventh year ball when he saw what I was wearing and the swarm of boys around me that had been asking me to dance.
I can't say for certain that Malfoy ever felt more than the passion of sex but I do know that spending that time with him, during that whole month, well it was the only time I've ever felt complete. Something has always been missing in me and it's so obvious whenever I'm with a man. He'll be kissing me or making love to me and yet my mind will wonder somewhere else, to schoolwork or friends or even how to bring down Voldemort (that was before we actually did bring him down). But with Malfoy, there was no way I could even think about anything else. The only thing on my mind when we were doing it was him.
But now I'm with Harry and I can never be with Malfoy again. So maybe New York will do me good and I'll learn to forget all about him. One can only hope.
Hermione
DRACO'S P.O.V.
So I've decided to be my usual self and get all the girls this summer. Yes being the Sex God of Slytherin does have its advantages. The women all flock to me, regardless of whatever reputation I have for breaking young girls hearts. So tonight I've chosen to go to this great club, Club Lunar. Blaise Zambini told me about it. He goes to the states every summer on holiday. He'll be coming this year too, in about a week. It'll be fun spending time with him. He's one of my best mates.
On the other hand, with him around, I'm going to have to be the same Granger hating asshole that I always am during the year and I don't like that and it will be way too hard to do considering that I don't actually hate her anymore.
She's the only woman that has ever walked out on me and yet she's the only woman that I desire. She has the ability to make me scream out in bed in pleasure but no other woman has ever done that to me. Granger... Hermione. She's the one.
Do I l...l....love (gods, that word is so hard to say) her? Well I would think that that was obvious. The way she runs her tongue down my abdomen makes me shake with bliss. The way her hair falls down into my face when she's straddling me brings me to the point of rapture. The way she walks away from me, her hips swaying side to side... well that just makes me ... happy?
Happy, not in the way of a sexual interpretation, but in the way of I'm content. Just seeing her walk away with a bounce brings a smile to my face. Knowing that she's okay and is well taken care of satisfies me. You see, I know she'll never look at me again with that same look of care and compassion so I've learned to live with it. Some may call it moving on but I don't think that that's really what I'm doing. Moving on implies that I'm getting over her, which I'm not. I'm simply learning how to live with the loss, the loss of my one true...love.
A/N... SUMMER! Hope you all enjoyed. There's not really much interaction here but I used this chapter to set up how the summer is going to go. Thank you all so much for your kind reviews and please tell me what you thought.
Also I'd like to make a side note to one of my reviewers who has requested something...there will be no rape in my story, sorry to disappoint. I'm trying to make this story a bit lighter than a few of my others and I feel like adding a rape would make it a bit too heavy for this story. But if you like the idea of Hermione getting raped (still keeping the DM x HG romance) read Message in a Bottle. It's one of my other stories and basically it's about her getting raped by her stepfather and writing a letter explaining all her problems, sending it out to sea with the thought that no one will ever find it. But Draco does and then they become 'pen pals.' So if you like that kind of stuff, I'd love it if you read that story as well. But in this fic, Hermione isn't going to be raped and so Draco won't be saving the day. But I have other plans on how they're going to get together. Don't worry.
Read and Review please!!