Previously on Is This All There Is? Chapter 19: Felicia Smiles
Kay had to call Hermione three times before she got her attention. Hermione grinned and told Kay she'd been lost in thought. "We were wondering if you wanted to go out with Sean, myself, Hannah and Ernie?"
"I'll have to decline. I'd be a fifth wheel."
Sean spoke up. "A lass as lovely as yourself shouldn't stay home because she doesn't have a date. I have a mate who would love to escort you."
Hermione blushed feeling very glad Draco couldn't hear Sean. "Thanks Sean. I appreciate your invitation, but I'm still going to decline. It's getting late. I'd better be on my way."
Sean leaned over the bar to comment. "If I've embarrassed you Hermione, that wasn't my intention. My apologies. I just know my mate would be chuffed to have Hermione Granger on his arm."
Hermione didn't want to get into the Golden Girl, Gryffindor Princess thing. It was old, tired and belonged in the past. She smiled at Sean, got up from the bar calling out. "I had a nice day Kay. I'll see you later. Nice meeting you Sean. Tell Hannah I said bye."
Hermione let out a sigh of relief at getting away from Sean. He seemed like a good guy, but there was no way she wanted any wizard setting her up with dates even if she wasn't already in a relationship with Draco. Besides. Draco would burn the Leaky Cauldron to the ground if he thought someone in there was setting her up with dates.
Ha, ha, ha she thought to herself. Draco burning the Leaky down.
Before stepping into apparition, Hermione sobered a bit as she realized Draco would not hesitate to cast an Incendio if he felt someone was interfering with her. Oh Merlin, had been Hermione's last thought as she felt the pull of apparition.
Then she was home.
Is This All There Is? Chapter 20: Misunderstandings
Hermione walked through the house calling to Draco. "Hello love. Are you here?"
No answer. But she thought Draco was joking around because she heard him moving about the living room. When she went back through to the living room, she realized she'd been mistaken. There wasn't anyone in there. Shrugging, Hermione went back to the bedroom to put away the items she had purchased. She held up the swing dress to look at it again. It was an adorable piece of pale blue lace. Draco wouldn't be happy with the length, but she still loved it and intended to wear it the next time they went on a date.
After Hermione finished putting her new clothing away, she was ready to place the TV. It had a very large screen so Hermione wanted to choose the perfect place before she removed the shrunken item from her purse. She sat down on the couch to think things over when her eyes were drawn to Felicia. Hermione jumped up and went over to the cabinet. Someone had moved her doll and left her lying on her side. Totally annoyed, Hermione opened the cabinet to set the doll right. When Hermione went to set Felicia up straight, it felt as though she should take the doll out. Now Hermione had company of sorts and began to talk out loud as though Felicia was a girlfriend.
With the TV forgotten for the moment, Hermione decided she wanted to try outfits on Felicia. She pulled out a beautiful brown, silk outfit with matching coat, hat and shoes. Then she went about undressing the doll and was surprised to find a heart on the back of Felicia's upper leg directly under her bum. Checking Felicia's other leg, Hermione found the imprint of a fairy with her wings spread wide. It was then Hermione decided Felicia was a very special doll. Like the Hermione Granger of old. Hermione decided a little research on magical dolls was warranted.
Although dressing her doll would be considered very childish. It was very soothing to Hermione. After the change of clothing, Hermione told Felicia what a beautiful girl she was and how happy she and Draco were with her in their lives. Just before putting Felicia back in the cabinet Hermione whispered. "I know you'll bring Draco and I good luck. I can feel you smiling on our relationship." Then she kissed Felicia's cheek.
When her lips touched Felicia's face. Hermione had quickly pulled back because the doll's cheek had felt warm against her lips. Hermione put the back of her hand against Felicia's cheek only to feel nothing but cool vinyl. "I'm so happy to have you as my own. I'm beginning to imagine things. First, I think you've smiled at me. Now I'm imagining you with warm flesh. I love you dearly, but I don't want to go silly because I have you."
Closing the door to the cabinet, Hermione waved at the doll as she went to place the TV set.
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Hermione got involved with placing the TV then moving the TV then moving it again until she felt it was in a position where it could be viewed most comfortably. When Hermione looked at her Wonder Witch Watch, she saw it was after 9:30. She had been messing about with Felicia and the new TV for over three hours.
Suddenly it dawned on her. It was 9:30 and she hadn't heard from Draco. Usually Draco couldn't stay away for two hours. Yet here it was seven hours later and he hadn't even called her mobile to check if she was alive. Hermione smiled and chastised herself for being so dramatic. Draco was probably still with Theo somewhere having a good time. Sighing, Hermione wished she and Ginny were still good friends.
At loose ends, Hermione turned on the TV and watched as a group of vapid muggle women ran around telling anyone who would listen how much they had or how much their husbands loved them. While the next scene showed them crying because they'd gone bankrupt and their husbands were off chasing bimbos. It unnerved Hermione to think people could be so shallow. She turned the channel and became absorbed in the History Channel which in turn served to put her to sleep until a noise woke her sometime around 11:00. She jumped up thinking Draco had come home. Not believing something as lively (wink) as the History Channel had put her to sleep.
Smiling to herself, she got up off the couch to check the bedroom, but it was empty. Draco hadn't come home. Then Hermione corrected herself. He hadn't come to her house. His home was Malfoy Manor. Hermione poured herself a glass of wine to try to get rid of the lump that had begun to form in her throat and chest hoping there wasn't anything wrong. She also hoped Draco wasn't doing anything wrong.
That had been the wrong thing to let flit across her mind because it led to other thoughts. Did Draco think because she had consented to be his witch he could act rude and uncaring and she would still be waiting with outstretched arms? She wanted to be angry with him, but for some reason her mind kept taking a circuitous route back to the fact that she loved him and he loved her.
Hermione fixed herself a sandwich and had another glass of wine before heading off to bed. Before lying down, Hermione figured she would check on Draco even if he wasn't thoughtful enough to check on her. She went to get her mobile to dial Draco, but it wasn't in her pocket. To be sure, she had checked each pocket twice. She looked through her purse even to the point of using a summoning charm. No mobile. She stopped for a second to figure out when she'd seen her mobile last. The kitchen. Hermione hurried into the kitchen thinking she had left it in there, but it wasn't there either.
Hermione was puzzled. Where in Merlin's name have I put my mobile? She thought. After looking in every possible place, Hermione got irritated. Mobiles didn't just get up and walk away and she didn't lose things. That wasn't her nature.
Hermione went back over the day, but couldn't even begin to think what could have happened to the mobile… Then. The light bulb. She remembered exactly when she last had her phone. She was sitting at the bar in the Leaky Cauldron daydreaming about calling Draco and had taken the mobile out of her pocket. She had been holding it in her hand when Sean asked to see it telling her he hadn't ever seen a mobile like hers. Sean…had…walked…away…with…her…phone and hadn't given it back. At least she didn't remember him giving it back. When he returned from serving the customer, they had gotten onto the subject of Sean finding her a date. She had totally forgotten about the mobile. Shite. Maybe Draco had tried to call and the phone had just rang and rang. But, if he couldn't reach her, why hadn't he just come to the house?
Hermione briefly thought about flooing through to Malfoy Manor, but had immediately discarded the notion of flooing uninvited into the home of Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy where there could be all kinds of traps set for interlopers. Hermione paced the floor for a bit then she had sat down on the couch wiggling her foot back and forth. Finally at 2:30 she went back to bed. Too nervous to fall asleep, Hermione found herself getting up every thirty minutes to use the bathroom just to sit on the toilet thinking. Then going back to bed to find herself as wide awake as before.
By now, her mind was actively wondering where Draco could be. In the end, she tossed and turned for quite a while before finally falling asleep from exhaustion.
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Sunday dawned gloomy and dark for Hermione even though she hadn't pulled the curtains aside to check the real weather. Draco still had not shown up and she was past worried. She was bordering on frantic. He would not stay away from her this long, especially overnight, if he was able to get to her. Hermione decided if Draco didn't turn up in an hour she was going to go looking for him. Where she would look. She didn't know. She couldn't just sit there not knowing. However, at the end of the hour. Her mood had changed. She was cursing Draco out and doubting herself.
"Fucking prat leaving me alone to wonder if he's alright." Hermione shouted at the air. "He's probably up to some slimy wizard tricks. If he's chosen to spend the night with another witch, then he can spend the rest of his life with her. She was not about to stand still for his fucking despicable behavior."
She had ranted and raved on and on until she was tired. Then the hurt had set in. She had sat and cried. This time they weren't happy tears. Without her mobile, she couldn't even call Harry so he could talk her through this. Hermione kicked herself as she headed to the floo. She didn't need her mobile. She could floo call Harry.
As she was getting her pinch of floo powder. It dawned on her. If she could floo call Harry, she could floo call Draco. Hermione threw the powder in calling out, Malfoy Manor, Draco Malfoy. She waited, but Draco did not come to the floo. Finally, the head of a house elf appeared. "Who be calling the wrong floo for Master Draco on a Sunday morning?"
"I'm sorry for calling the wrong floo. Can you tell me the correct floo?"
The little head replied. "Only Master Draco be giving out his floo address. Ise a good house elf. Ise not giving out Master Draco's personal business. Bye." Then the head was gone.
Hermione sat back on her heels trying to digest what had just happened. She had called the wrong floo. The wrong floo? How many fucking floos were there at Malfoy Manor? A little voice in the back of her head answered the question. The number didn't matter. All that mattered was she had the wrong one. Hermione's mind immediately went into overdrive. Draco had stayed away all night. Now it seemed he had given her the wrong floo address. Why had he gone through so much to get her to be his witch only to pull these bloody stunts?
Then it was back to anger. She decided not to call Harry because she didn't want to have to explain the state of her new relationship. Instead, Hermione went to shower and dress intent on getting her phone from Sean. Then she planned to ring Draco until he answered so she could find out what was going on.
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Draco woke up on Theo's couch in the same fury he had been in since coming out of a funk Saturday afternoon. He wanted to hurt someone. In the back of his mind, Draco thought Ron Weasley was back in London and Hermione was with him. That was the fucked up part. Why would she allow him in her house? Never mind let him answer her mobile? The first time Weasley or whomever answered Hermione's mobile Draco was too dumbfounded to speak. He had disconnected after deciding he must have dialed incorrectly. The second time the bloke answered the phone, Draco had again been too surprised to speak.
The third time he dialed, the wizard on the other end snarled. "You fucking wanker. Stop dialing this phone if you're not going to say anything."
Draco had responded in kind. "Who the fuck are to talk to me like…." The wizard had disconnected the call. Draco was in a rage not only because someone he didn't know was answering Hermione's phone, but the fucker was being a bloody arse while doing it.
Draco dialed Hermione again. This time the bloke who was even angrier shouted. "I'm busy. Stop ringing this mobile."
Draco snarled. "Busy? Who are you?" In the background, Draco heard a witch call out. "Sean. Stop messing with that mobile and come over here." The wizard named Sean disconnected the call.
Who the fuck was Sean and why was he with Hermione answering her mobile? Draco had thrown the mobile across the room narrowly missing Theo.
Theo had jumped aside. "What the fuck Draco?"
Draco had leaned back against the couch mumbling. "Sorry mate. I tried to call Hermione to check if everything was okay and some bloke answered."
Theo remarked that Draco must have dialed the wrong number and should try again.
Draco poured himself a double shot of Ogden's Finest which he downed in one. He poured another and again downed it in one. Then he leaned his head back against the couch. In a dispirited voice he explained what had happened. "I've already rung her four times and each time this bloke mouthed off to me. The last time I called I heard Hermione tell him to stop messing with the mobile and come to her. She called him Sean. Why would Hermione be with a bloke named Sean? Why would he be answering her mobile? I thought we….." Draco didn't finish the sentence. He closed his eyes and remained silent.
"I'll just leave you on your own for a bit, but this can't be what it seems," guessed Theo. "Everything was fine when you left the house. How could all of this transpire in a matter of hours? It has to be something else Draco. Relax. Just calm down. We can go speak to Hermione."
Without raising his head Draco replied. "I stopped there before coming to yours. She wasn't home."
Theo left the room without replying. The one thing Theo knew. Draco was going to have someone's head. Theo didn't want it to be his. He decided to let his mate sit there for a bit before approaching him again. Whether it was stated or not. No wizard wanted his mate to see him when he was not himself and Draco was most certainly not himself.
Theo left Draco alone for about an hour or so, but it hadn't been beneficial. The hour had only served to turn the maudlin Draco into raving maniac Draco who wanted to go find Hermione. Initially, Theo thought it would be good for Draco to go get everything sorted, but not now. Not at 10:30 at night. Not with Draco in Death Eater mode. Theo had to keep supplying Draco with Ogden's and talk to him as well to keep him from leaving. Theo tried to get Draco talking in order to release some of his hostility, but by that time. Draco wasn't in any shape to do anything other than fall asleep.
After Draco fell asleep, Theo breathed a sigh of relief and went into his own bedroom. All the while keeping his ears open in case Draco woke up and tried to leave. Theo fell asleep wondering what was going on with Hermione and this bloke named Sean.
It was midmorning Sunday when Theo heard Draco thrashing about. Hurrying into the living room, Theo wanted to ensure Draco wasn't trying to blow everything apart. He'd seen his mate angry even really angry. But he hadn't ever seen him in this state. All this because Draco thought Hermione was seeing someone else.
Theo had stopped Draco from going to Hermione's house because he was sure Draco would kill the wizard who was with Hermione and perhaps Hermione as well. He hoped his mate was now in a reasonable frame of mind. Knowing Draco was in love and wasn't thinking rationally, Theo thought it would be best if Draco put off seeing Hermione until he calmed down. Theo just wasn't sure Draco would ever calm down.
Walking into his living room, Theo handed Draco a hangover potion and took a seat across from him. The potion went to work immediately. Five minutes later, a clear eyed but silent Draco sat across from Theo looking down at his feet. Several minutes later, Draco stood up. He thanked Theo for the use of his couch commenting he was going home to shower.
Theo didn't believe Draco for one second. He believed as soon as Draco left him. He was going straight to Hermione's house. Theo didn't know if there would be a wizard in Hermione's bed or not, but he didn't want to chance Draco going there alone.
"Hold up for a bit. I'll come along. After you've showered, we can get some food."
"You don't have to baby sit me Nott. I'm fine. I made an error in judgment. Hermione is not the witch I thought her to be. I stand corrected."
Things were worse than Theo imagined. Draco had gone to his very dangerous, I don't give a fuck place. When Draco was in this mindset, nothing or no one mattered to him. When Draco was angry there was still a chance he could be reasoned with. In his present state, it was better to leave him be or contain him to a small room behind a locked door without his wand. Theo knew he wouldn't be able to stop Draco, but he could try to protect Hermione until this was sorted. Or, Draco came to himself.
"I'm not trying to baby sit you Draco. I'm looking to step out and have a bite to eat."
"I'm not hungry. I'm going to the manor. After which, I'll be going to Granger's house to collect what belongs to me."
Theo was at a loss over what to do. Draco was his mate, but he wanted to warn Hermione of what was coming. Theo then remembered Draco had become quite chummy with Harry Potter and Potter was Hermione's best friend. All he had to figure out was how to get in touch with Potter without alerting the entire wizarding world.
Theo quickly wrote a note to Harry. After which he summoned a person to person owl. A person to person owl message could only be delivered to the addressee and would not reveal its contents to anyone else. Theo poured himself a double Ogden's before plopping down in a chair. He'd done all he could do.
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It was Sunday at the Burrow. As usual Harry was not enjoying himself. He had just come into the living room to sit with Arthur after sitting quietly in the kitchen listening to Molly and Ginny go on about Ron coming home in December. He thought he'd vomit, but knew Molly would probably make him clean it up.
Arthur too had started going on about Ron except he was being much more realistic than his wife and daughter. He spoke in a low voice as he voiced his concerns to Harry. "Ron has mucked up so many things. He's my son, but I don't think he will have changed all that much in these short few weeks. Molly thinks he'll come back a different wizard. We'll have to wait and see, but I have my doubts."
When Molly tried to pull Harry into the argument about where Ron should stay, Harry had excused himself and headed out to the backyard. He paced up and down the yard cursing himself for marrying into the Weasley family. Suddenly a message came flying at Harry stopping directly in front of him. Harry was surprised to see the message was from Theo Nott. That's odd, thought Harry before scanning the message.
Potter,
Some misunderstanding between H and D involving wizard. Draco out of his mind intends to confront H. My hands are tied. Get to her house.
T. Nott
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Harry read the letter twice, hurried into the house to let Ginny know he was needed elsewhere. He didn't bother telling them where he was needed just that he was needed. He kissed Ginny on the nose telling her he'd be back shortly.
Harry Apparated directly to Hermione's house as soon as he was outside. Hermione hadn't changed his permissions so he was able to Apparate directly into the reception area. "Hermione." He called out. "Hermione are you here? Is everything okay?"
Harry was walking towards Hermione's bedroom when Draco appeared in the hall in the process of shrinking clothing.
"She's busy." Draco remarked. "She's not here, but she's fucking busy somewhere."
"What's that supposed to mean Malfoy? She's busy somewhere. When she's not at work, she's with you. So you've lost your witch then?"
"I'm in no mood for jokes Potter," snarled Draco. "If you want to know where she is, try calling someone named Sean. He can probably enlighten you. They're together somewhere."
Harry growled back at Draco. "Hold on one bloody minute. Have you hurt her? Are you accusing Hermione of cheating on you? When did all this come about? Why would you even think something like that? You two were doing fine when I left you. Now calm down and explain."
"Don't you fucking presume to tell me to calm down Potter." Draco growled as bits of spittle escaped his mouth. "My witch is somewhere with a wizard named Sean so I'll calm down when I want to calm down. Not before."
Harry could see what Nott meant. Draco was wound so tightly it seemed he might explode at any moment. In his best authoritative voice, Harry asked Draco to sit down so they could sort it all out because there had to be some mistake.
Draco plopped down on a chair letting out a huge sigh which seemed to take all the anger out of him. Staring straight ahead, Draco related all he knew about Hermione and Sean beginning with the first telephone call.
Harry listened closely to Draco's every word trying to find the place where Draco had misunderstood something. But, he hadn't heard anything that could be misinterpreted. If Draco was telling the entire story, it seemed as though Hermione was somewhere with this Sean. Whatever it seemed like, Harry wasn't going to believe it until he heard it straight from Hermione's mouth. If Draco loved her as Harry thought he did, he would wait to see what Hermione had to say as well.
"Draco. Right now things look to be a certain way, but you know Hermione. She has given you her love and her heart. No matter how things appear. There will be an explanation. She's been through shite with a wizard who physically and mentally hurt her. I will not stand by and see that happen to her again. If you believe she is cheating, leave her and don't look back. If it comes to you putting your hands on her or drawing your wand against her, I will step in."
"Don't threaten me Potter. You don't scare me. I would never put my hands on or draw my wand against Hermione. I love her. I just don't know why she would do this to me. To us."
"We can go round and round about this all day, but there's no proof she's done anything Draco. I don't doubt you, but I'm going to dial Hermione's mobile to see who answers."
Harry pulled out his mobile to dial Hermione's number, but before he had finished dialing. They heard someone land in the reception area.
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Hermione finished dressing, got her wand and Apparated to outside the Leaky Cauldron. She was pissed off to have to come out on a Sunday chasing her own mobile. Fucking Sean. Actually fucking Sean, stupid Hermione. How could she have forgotten to get her mobile back? Even if Sean had gotten her flustered, she should have remembered to get her own property.
It was almost empty in the pub. To make matters worse, Hermione did not know the witch behind the bar. Hermione walked over to the witch to order a white wine. When the witch placed the wine in front of her, Hermione asked to see Sean. The witch gave Hermione a funny look before replying. "Sean's not here on Sundays. Who are you?"
Hermione got even more aggravated after being told Sean wasn't working and the stupid bar witch was talking to her as though she was some back alley slag looking for a shag. "Well dear." Sniped Hermione. "Do me a favor. Get Sean, Kay or Hannah here. Any will do. And you might mind your tone when speaking to a friend of the owner. Now please get one of them."
The bar witch rolled her eyes at Hermione, but stepped away. Ten minutes later Hannah came hurrying downstairs to see what was going on. Hannah realized Hermione was in a state so she invited her friend upstairs to have a tea. Hermione followed meekly behind as Hannah led the way up to her flat.
Hannah invited Hermione to have a seat while she put on tea. Hermione's face burned in embarrassment as Ernie came through the living room greeting her as he headed to the kitchen. She had come willy nilly into Hannah's house on a Sunday afternoon interrupting her day. Shite.
Laying out the tea service on the living room table, Hannah waved off Hermione's apology before asking why she needed Sean.
Hermione explained how Sean had inadvertently kept her mobile which she needed back.
"Was that your mobile?" Hannah exclaimed bringing her hand to her mouth. "It kept ringing off and on all evening. I finally had to tell Sean to put the bloody thing away. I thought he had a new mobile and was messing about when he should have been working. I ended up snatching it off the bar and putting it in the kitchen on a shelf. It should be still there if Sean didn't take it home with him."
Not wanting to leave her guest on her own. Hannah asked Ernie if he would go check the kitchen shelf for Hermione's mobile.
Hermione's mind blanked right after Hannah said it had been ringing on and off all evening. Draco had been trying to call her. From what Hannah said, he had called more than once. Hermione breathed easier, but still couldn't figure out why he hadn't just come to the house.
Ernie went downstairs, but came back ten minutes later empty handed. "No mobile in the kitchen unless I was looking in the wrong place."
Hannah stood up. "Let me go have a look. Maybe someone moved it. I can't imagine why Sean would take it with him. I'll be quick."
Hannah was back in five minutes with the mobile in her hand. She grinned at Ernie mumbling. "Wizards."
Ernie gave her a sheepish grin. "Where did you find it? It certainly wasn't on the shelf."
Hannah patted her boyfriend on the cheek while chiding him for the oversight. "Sweet wizard of mine. There is more than one shelf in the kitchen." As she handed Hermione the phone.
Hermione thanked Hannah and Ernie, apologized again for interrupting their Sunday and bid them good afternoon. Hermione was dialing the phone as she walked down the stairs. She wanted to talk to Draco to be sure everything was okay.
Hermione dialed Draco, but the call wouldn't connect. Hermione tried several more times each time only hearing dead air. She was really nervous now. Draco hadn't let that phone out of his sight since she and Harry had taught him to use it. Hermione hurried to get home to unravel this mystery.
The moment she landed she knew someone was in the house. She was chuffed Draco had come home.
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When Hermione entered the living room Harry stood in case he had to get between her and Draco. Because as tough as Draco was in a face to face confrontation, Hermione was just as tough. Harry didn't think it would come to that, but he stood anyway while Draco remained sitting.
"Hi Harry. What are you doing here? Have you come to return my wayward wizard?"
Harry grimaced remaining silent as Hermione walked over to Draco. Hermione knew right off something was wrong. She could always tell when Draco was out of sorts.
"Hello love. You seem upset about something. Is that what kept you out all night?"
Now Draco stood. Raising his voice he ignored her question spitting out questions of his own. "What kept me away all night? Isn't that the question I should be asking you? Where were you all night?"
Harry didn't know whether to stay or go. He didn't think Draco would hurt Hermione, but he wasn't sure Hermione wouldn't hurt Draco if he pushed her too far.
Harry didn't have to make a decision. Hermione turned to him asking if he would leave her and Draco to talk.
Harry left through the front door Apparating directly back to the Burrow.
Hermione shouted at Draco trying to hold back tears. "What are you on about Draco? I was here all night waiting for you to come home which didn't quite work out. If you had something to do that took all night, why don't you admit it instead of turning this around on me. All that sweet talk. What was that about if something can catch your eye and keep you away from me?"
Hermione began to sob angrily as the last words left her mouth.
As angry as he had been, every ounce of anger left him when he saw Hermione's tears. He never wanted to make her cry, but he was hurting as well. Hermione sat there sobbing, but Draco made no move to comfort her. Instead, he told Hermione what he knew.
"I stopped by the house yesterday around 5:30. You weren't here so I called your mobile to find out what time you'd be home and ask if I should pick up some takeaway. Some bloke answered your mobile. I thought I dialed incorrectly so I called again. The same bloke answered the phone. I didn't understand why some wizard would be answering your phone so I called back again. He called me a fucking wanker and disconnected the call. The last time I called, the bloke told me to stop calling because he was busy. I heard you in the background telling him to stop messing with the mobile and get over there. I heard you call him Sean."
Draco's last words came out in a very low voice.
"Is that what this is all about?" Hermione asked straightening up. "Did you think I was somewhere shagging someone? You couldn't get hold to me by mobile so you immediately thought I was out slagging around? How could you think that? Why would you think that? Why didn't you just come here to see what was what instead of thinking the worst of me? I see you have your clothes. Have I driven you to leave me? If you're leaving me, leave. You think so little of me. I'll be glad to see the back of you."
At this point, Hermione was shouting. Tears were streaming down her face, her nose was running and she was two seconds away from drawing her wand.
"Before you leave, let me tell you what happened. Then you can shove it up your arse. I went shopping with Kay and Hannah. When I got back to the Leaky Cauldron I took the mobile out to call you, but the bartender asked to look at it as he'd never seen one like mine. He went to wait on a customer taking the phone with him. When he came back, we got on an entirely different subject and I forgot about my phone. When I got home I was busy with Felicia and the new TV I brought for you. I was upset you hadn't come by or at least called so I decided to call to find out where you were. It was at that time I realized my mobile was missing. After I thought about it, I realized Sean never returned it to me. There was nothing I could do except go to bed. This morning, I was worried something happened to you so I tried to floo call you at Malfoy Manor. I was told in no uncertain terms that I was on an incorrect floo connection. Because I didn't know where you where and couldn't get though at Malfoy Manor. I went to the Leaky Cauldron to ask Sean for my phone. Turns out he doesn't work on Sunday. I explained it all to Hannah who told me the mobile kept ringing. She thought Sean was playing around when he should be working so she ended up taking the mobile putting it in her kitchen out of the way of business. The witch you heard telling Sean to put the mobile away was obviously Hannah telling Sean off. Not me telling him to come climb on top of me. I tried to call you as soon as I got my mobile back, but the call wouldn't go through. Now you've heard the whole story. You may leave."
"Stop crying Hermione please." Draco begged.
"I'm finished fucking crying over you." Hermione spit out fiercely.
The tears had stopped, but Hermione's voice still had a sob in it as she told Draco to get on his way. The sentence was barely out of her mouth when the bottom shelf of Felicia's cabinet collapsed bringing the other shelves down breaking the cabinet glass as they fell.
Hermione who rushed over to get the doll out of the broken shards of glass ended up cutting herself.
Draco grabbed Hermione by the arm pulling out his wand to clean and seal the cut. Then he had cast an Evanesco to remove all the glass shards off Hermione. When Draco finished seeing to Hermione, he cast a Reparo charm returning the cabinet back as it had been.
With the cabinet set back to right, Draco kneeled in front of Hermione asking her to forgive him for being a complete arse. He explained how jealousy, hurt and disappointment had gotten the better of him making him crazy enough to think she might want to be with someone other than him.
Hermione who was still angry over him thinking she would see another wizard. Didn't respond to his apology. She did say. "I'm going to take a shower. One of us did some accidental magic while we were angry. Since I'll be in the shower, it will be up to you to make sure all the glass shards have been removed from Felicia. I wouldn't want to cut myself the next time I pick her up. Will you have time enough to do that before you leave, or are you in a hurry?"
"I'll make sure Felicia is free of glass, but I'm not leaving. This is where I belong."
Hermione just kept going towards the bathroom.
Draco inspected every inch of Hermione's doll not finding any glass. As he moved Felicia back to her rightful place, Draco made a dispirited remark to the doll. "I'm guessing there won't be any smiles for me tonight. Right Felicia?"
Felicia stared straight ahead as any vinyl doll would do.