Title: Cursed
Previously on chapter 12- A Woman With A Mission…
What a wonderful idea, she thought, silently praising herself for such an idea. She would do it simply for revenge. He had broken her wand after all.
A wicked smile played on her lips just thinking about it.
I am a genius, she thought as she sneaked inside his bedroom. Now where does Draco Malfoy put his underwear?
A/N: I'm very very very sorry that I haven't updated this story yet!
Chapter 13- Trapped In A Web Of Lies
Hermione could barely contain her excitement. The need to jump up and down was hard to resist. Lips curled into a huge evil smile, Hermione thought over what she was going to do. She listened hard for any approaching footsteps as she held her breath. Quickly taking a peek in the living room, Hermione was glad to see that she would be undisturbed. Draco was sitting comfortably on a luscious green couch and was reading an article in the newspaper. A bucket was sitting patiently on the table, a large and expensive looking bottle of wine tucked in, surrounded by ice.
Perfect, thought Hermione as she quietly made her way back to Draco's bedroom.
As silent as a cat, Hermione slipped unnoticed into the bedroom. She felt like she was robbing a bank. Adrenaline mixed with excitement pumped in her veins. A small part was nagging her though, telling her that what she was doing was wrong. Shouldn't she be a good girl and just leave as everything was?
Hermione squashed down the feeling of guilt as she tiptoed across the warm and fuzzy carpet. She liked making a reckless move. The brown haired woman looked around and her brown eyes landed on a large oak polished wardrobe.
A little searching and I should find something, she thought as she opened the doors.
She winced as the wooden doors creaked. Whipping her head to the door, Hermione held her breath, listening for any movement. Nothing happened.
He must think that I have some sort of bladder problems, thought Hermione, silently laughing at the idea.
After a minute at most, she turned back, the smile still playing on her lips.
Her back to the door, she started rummaging through Draco's rather expensive clothes. On a few occasions, she even saw a dress robes with diamonds incrusted in the buttons. They dimly gleamed against the faint light pouring from the crack of the door. Hermione couldn't help but snort out loud.
"So much like Malfoy I don't even know why I'm surprised," muttered Hermione as she threw them back.
After another minute of searching (Hermione was thinking of just ripping his clothes instead), she finally found what she had been looking for. Chocolate brown eyes widened as all other body movements froze. Seeing the type of underwear Draco enjoyed to wear was to say the least… interesting.
A choked laugh escaped from Hermione's lips and her hand immediately clapped to her mouth. She tried to stifle her giggles but to no success. Herminone's eyes were dancing with mirth as they gleamed with unshed tears. The more she stared at Draco's boxers, the harder it was to control her laughter. In a few seconds, she was on the floor, clutching a pair of boxers with teddy bears on them.
A minute passed by before Hermione could control herself. Once in a while, a burst of giggles would escape but the silence in the bedroom reign. The brown haired witch sat neatly on the carpet ground and thought for a moment. She raised her arm and quietly whispered a spell. A beam of silver light escaped from the tip of her clutched wand. The light floated in front of Hermione, taking the form of a silvery cloud. There was a sudden small pop that broke the silence and a pair of scissors was hanging in mid air.
Hermione grabbed them quickly and started to work.
"Revenge is so sweet," she said as she snipped through the expensive fabric.
Draco sighed impatiently. Finding nothing better to do, he took another gulp of his expensive Italian red wine. Out of generosity, he had brought two glasses and one of his most expensive bottles of wine. The lone and empty glass that belonged to Miss Vandabor stood on the table. Draco twirled his glass, his patience leaving. His calm demeanor was slipping away and he started to tap his foot.
"What's taking her so long?" he wondered out loud.
A frown appeared on his face as he let out a long, impatient sigh. He leaned his blond head against the couch, his eyes barely soaking in the details on the chandelier hanging on the ceiling above him.
Is she having…bathroom troubles? he thought. His frown dissolved almost instantly as an expression of disgust was painted on.
"If she does, she'll be cleaning my bathroom. Or I'll make Granger do it. Wouldn't that be nice?" said Draco to no one in particular. His lips curved into a smirk, imaging the bookworm's reaction.
He vividly remembered the events that happened in the bathroom.
I have to see someone about that cow thing, he thought, his frown back in place.
Suddenly, Draco's sensitive ears detected a faintgiggle.
"What the hell?" he said. Draco steered his gaze to the hallway where ten minutes ago, Miss Vandabor had disappeared.
Instantly suspicious, Draco put his wine glass down and silently walked to the hallway.
Hermione took another deep breath, not wanting to snort with laughter once again. She was holding Draco's sixth pair of underwear and she was utterly amazed at his choices. The rabbits winked at her repeatedly while they wiggled their fluffy white tails.
"I should send him one for Christmas," she thought out loud, an evil smile playing on her lips.
"What in the name of Merlin do you think you're doing?" asked a cold voice.
Hermione froze at once, his soft voice speaking volumes. The scissors fell from Hermione's hand, close to hitting her knee as they fell to the ground. The silky underwear slipped from her fingers and landed on the ground, covering the scissors from view. Hermione slowly stood up and turned around, dreading the worst. Her heart was beating at an uneven and fast pace. She silently prayed that it wasn't a certain blond man who lived in the apartment.
Hermione saw that it was indeed Draco that was standing by the door, blocking her only escape. Dread washed over her. The blond man glared at her, his arms crossed over his chest.
The brown haired woman silently cursed at herself for not hearing him.
"I lost an earring," said Hermione quickly, blurting the first thing that came to mind.
But unfortunately for her, luck had suddenly departed from her side. It was crystal clear by just looking at Draco's stony expression that he didn't believe a word Hermione had said. The expression on Draco's shadowed face darkened considerably.
Ron and Harry are right. I'm a horrible liar, realized Hermione silently. Unfortunately for her, that piece of news wasn't helping very much.
Draco took one step, now entering his bedroom. His angry gray eyes drilled holes into Hermione's slightly frightened ones. Sealed shut, cold fury swirled in the depths of his eyes.
What am I going to do now? thought Hermione desperately. I am not jumping out of a window!
"I'm curious, Miss Vandabor. How is it that your earring could be found in my bedroom? Especially when the door was closed to begin with?" asked Draco barely over a whisper.
His voice was dangerously low and quiet, a helpful reminder that Hermione was in big trouble. The disguised witch inwardly winced at the menace seeping through his question, knowing that he had trapped her in her little web of lies.
Come on, think of something, she inwardly commanded. No lie was within grasp. Her mind was suddenly empty.
Draco took another step forward and the troubled witch automatically took a step back.
"Cat got your tongue, Miss Vandabor?" asked Draco quietly, his expression anything but pleasant and friendly.
A gasp of shock parted from Hermione's lips as her back suddenly collided against the oak door of Draco's wardrobe. Draco had trapped her into a corner.
End of chapter 13
A/N: Once again, very sorry for the long update. I hope this chapter satisfied you guys. Any reviews?
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