Dark Wind
*Chapter Four*
By Ashley
Hermione woke up to find herself alone in Draco`s bed. She hope he had not left. She flung the covers off herself and walked across the room to pick up the dress she had been wearing earlier. A smile crossed her face as she remembered how it came to be on the floor. Draco had thrown it off of her in a fit of passion as they headed towards the bed... Hermione smiled even wider. Amazing, she thought, Simply wonderful.
She headed down the hallway towards the stairs in a bit more rumpled silk dress and the same dreamy expression Draco had worn. By the time she finished walking down the staircase, she began to search for her newly found lover. "Draco?" she called.
"Over here!" was the reply.
She frowned. "Over where? Draco, I don`t know my way around your house!" she laughed.
"The big doors on your left. I`m in the kitchen."
Hermione looked to her left. It was, unmistakably, the doors to the kitchen. She laughed at herself when she read the humongous sign on the oak French doors labeled "KITCHEN". She pushed the doors open. Nothing could have prepared her for the sight...
There he was, alright. Butt-naked with an apron of moons and stars tied around his waist; he was cooking pancakes. She looked around at the counter tops. They were a really big pile of cooking rubbish. Each counter was strewn with cooking utensils, boxes, flour, spices, herbs and countless other unrecognizable objects.
"What are you doing?" she asked, trying hard not to laugh, but a giggle slipped through her throat unnoticed.
"I`m making you and I breakfast." he said innocently, turning his head over his shoulder. "Hope you like pancakes."
"I love them."
"Good. Almost finished. Why don`t you sit down at the table?"
"Okay." Hermione found (to her great relief) that the table was the only surface that had nothing on it. She sat down smiling as she watched him cook. "Honey? Why aren`t you wearing any clothes?"
"I didn`t feel like it."
"What is someone apparates here?"
"I don`t care. They can close their eyes, I suppose."
"I love you," she giggled.
"I never thought I would really say this, but I love you too," he said turning around. "Here`s your pancakes. Hope you like them," he added as he handed her plate full of pancakes.
She took a bit of one of her pancakes- it was delicious. "Draco," she started with her mouth rather full, " where did you learn how to make these? And in the muggle way?"
He smiled after he swallowed a bite of his own pancake. "My mother taught me. My father wasn`t one for food. My mother taught me everything about lifestyle. My father taught me all he knew about power, knowledge, and discipline." Draco frowned at the last few words. " I hate my father," he added finally.
"Well, no offense, but almost everyone does; myself included." Hermione said stiffly.
"You know, this apron is the only thing keeping me from you," Draco said with a glint of mischief in his eyes.
Hermione dropped her fork, laughing. "Well, maybe that`s the problem!" Her eyes matched Draco`s perfectly, if not more, with mischief.
"Are you making a pass at me?" He asked, taking a sip of his orange juice.
"Oh my, yes," she grinned.
That was it; the apron flew to the floor...
Pansy Parkinson had the roughest night of her life. She caught Draco cheating on her with some mudblood girl. And for the first time in her life she had a fight with Draco. She was oddly surprised at what an obnoxious verbal fighter he was. Pansy, who had years of verbal fighting experience, had thought she had a good shot at beating him. It was true, she did get the last word. However, she had never been so crushed by someone`s words before- let alone Draco`s. She had cried herself to sleep last night, repeating the scenes that took place earlier over and over again, making it her own living hell.
When she woke, she realized that she couldn`t just go and tell Mr. Malfoy what had happened. At least not until she had her morning cup of coffee, that is.
Pansy had a very small house compaired to the Malfoy Manor. But then again, everyone had a smaller house compared to the Manor. Hell, the thing was a big as a bloody castle and was somewhat modeled after one. This was half the reason she wanted to marry Draco- he had money and lots of it.
The other half was power. Draco Malfoy was the heir of Lord Voldemort which meant an unspeakable amount of power. She too would have that power if she married Draco.She would be highly respected among the ranks of the wizarding community; she savored the very thought of it.
Also, she had fallen in love with him the first day she met him (or at least what she supposed was love). She got a giddy feeling whenever he was near her and blushed every time he kissed her. She even lost her virginity to him and the memory itself made her insides squirm. It had been the most exotic night of her life- even though she knew very well that Draco had not been a virgin like she was when that happened. He lost it to an extremely beautiful younger girl in their sixth year while Pansy was still dating him.
It was a well known fact that Draco slept around a lot. He had cheated on Pansy countless times with hundreds of girls throughout the years they had been together. She supposed it was no different now that they were engaged. Pansy wanted with all her heart to marry Draco. But she knew now that he never loved her and never would love her.
Pansy slammed her fist onto her kitchen table, making her cup of coffee spill across the wooden surface. "DAMNIT!" she cried falling into hysterical sobs. "After all I`ve done for you... All that I gave to you... I devoted my life to you!" she shouted angrily at the Draco that was not there.
It was time to go have a visit the Malfoys....
Lucious stood leaning against the fireplace mantle, staring into the fire. His wife, Narcissa, was quietly sitting on the black leather sofa, stirring her tea counter-clockwise. Pansy was beside her, staring into the plush, dark-green carpet.
Lucious was speechless. He had been for several minutes. A few times he had opened his mouth as if to say something, only to close it again. Finally, the rage and shock built up for toolong and he shouted, "IMPOSSIBLE!" Which made both his wife and the frail woman next to her jump and wince. "Impossible...When did this happen?"
"Just last night," Pansy answered quietly for she was afraid to speak .
"How?"
"I do not know, sir. I walked in Draco`s dormitory and there they were, sleeping."
"No..."
"I`m afraid so, sir..."
"SHUP UP, PARKINSON!"
"Honey..." Mrs. Malfoy began.
"YOU TOO, NARCISSA! I`LL BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF YOU IF YOU DON`T!" His wife grimaced, remembering the last time she had spoke out. He had beaten her into oblivion. She was sore with bruises and cuts and a fractured arm for weeks. She remained deathly silent.
"Parkinson, leave," he growled from his stance. "I need to speak with my wife alone..." He looked coldly at Pansy.She nodded and, with a loud POP, she apparated back to her flat in London.
"What did you think of that news?" he asked in a dangerously quiet voice.
""It`s horrible," she replied stiffly. It isn`t really horrible, she thought secretly, it`s fabulous. Draco shouldn`t marry that snotty little Parkinson girl anyway.
He nodded to her answer. "Do you think it is true?"
"I-I-I don`t know, Lucious... I t-think I find it r-rather hard to believe," she stuttered. "He was raised in a muggle- hating environment. He said himself that he hated mudbloods... that whole ordeal with that Hermione Granger girl..."
"Yes, yes..." his grey eyes glinted. "Fetch me that weird mirror of yours," he spat, "Let`s see who this mudblood is."
Narcissa nodded and left to go get her magical mirror. She would have used magic, but Lucious had taken her wand from her ten years ago and hid it from her so she would not rebel against him. Within moments, she returned with a medium-sized mirror that glowed an eerie green. Ot showed whoever you wished to see and what they were doing.
Lucious quickly snatched it from her grasp. "Show me Draco Malfoy," he said in a monotone voice. Both he and Narcissa gaped at the picture the mirror displayed. There was their son, making love on his kitchen table to a mudblood.
Narcissa turned away and cover her mouth and closed her eyes. She did not wish to see her son making love to anyone... She was happy, however, that he was not with that Parkinson girl. She hope that he was in love with the girl on his table and that he was happy and didn`t want to just upset his parents by sleeping with a muggle-born. Realization hit her... It was Hermione Granger- his life-long Gryffindor enemy from Hogwarts! She was shocked to her very core...
Lucious, however, was furious. He threw the mirror clear across the room, shattering it. A part of Narcissa shattered along with it- it was her only gateway to her beloved son.
"HOW COULD HE?!" Lucious screamed. "HAD HE LEARNED NOTHING THAT I TAUGHT HIM?!"
"Maybe it`s not that bad..." his wife barely whispered.
"What did you say?" he spat venomently.
Narcissa mustered her courage up and repeated, "I said, maybe it`s not that bad. Maybe he`s in love with her."
Lucious did not feel any better; on the contrary, it made him feel much worse. Instantly, he flung his arm back and brought it down on her face, knocking her to the floor; she let out a cry of pain.
"Since when does love matter?" he hissed. H e turned his back on his wife and began walking towards the staircase.
Narcissa was softly crying, still laying on the floor. "It used to matter...A long, long time ago..." she wept.
Lucious felt his heart break, but his legs cruelly continued walking. At that moment, the inside of his soul died at his wife`s words. They had loved each other so much before. But that was, in his own wife`s words, a long, long time ago...
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