Abandoned
By Riley Malfoy
Chapter 6
"To Reminisce"
Note: I need to tell you a secret. I'm actually JK Rowling! If you actually believe me…you're an idiot. Um..anyway, I'm just a lowly teenager with too much time on her hands :-D
Read Soul Searching by AngelMonkey. Great Story!
Thanks to every reviewer. I'm sorry, but I don't have time to respond to every reviewer today :0(
Hermione licked her lips, trying to savor Draco's taste as he slept. He tasted different than any guys he'd ever kissed. Harry, Krum, Ron, Terry…they all have a generic taste like skin and too much cologne. Draco was different, tasting like a mix of fine champagne and the sweetest of sugar. Draco's platinum blonde hair was mussed in his sleep, making him a few years younger, reminding Hermione of their time at Hogwarts. She longed to retreat back into her childhood and become a little girl again.
A sharp pain tugged at Hermione's chest as she tried to remember those days. It had been so empty in those days of her 7th year. She had neglected her head girl duties and even attempted to kill herself a few times. Of course, thanks to her "good friends", she never got the chance.
*FLASHBACK*
Seventeen year old Hermione slowly unbuttoned the front of her blouse, letting the sides hang open, showing a peek at her tan skin. She pulled her long curly hair into a slightly loose, messy ponytail and lay back on the floor. She slid her hand under the four poster bed and pulled out a long, silvery needle. Clenching her teeth, she pressed the needle into her wrist, pushing the medicine into her blood. Hermione could almost instantly feel her blood freezing up, when Ron burst into the room.
"Hermione? What are you doing?" Ron said loudly, kneeling down next to her.
"Ron, go please. You aren't supposed to be here." Hermione pleaded.
"Hermione? Come with me." Ron begged, sitting her up and trying to pull her to her feet.
"No. I doesn't feelsh like itsh." Hermione's speech was slurring.
"Hermione!" Ron screamed. Hermione tried to stand…and that's when it all went black.
END OF FLASHBACK
Hermione wiped sweat from her brow. What an unpleasant memory. She jumped slightly, as arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her close to Draco's warm body.
"Did you just wake up?" the groggy voice of Draco murmured.
"I've been up awhile." Hermione admitted, sighing softly.
"Could you not sleep?" Draco asked concernedly.
"I just didn't feel like it." Hermione snapped.
"Hey, I wasn't trying to pry." Draco whispered, massaging her back.
"Sorry. I'm a little on edge, ok? You'd be too."
Draco nodded and stood from the bed, pulling a black robe over his black boxers.
"A bit early isn't it?" Hermione yawned, standing up.
"You don't have to get up. I'll make some food and-" Draco began.
"You mean you can cook?" Hermione asked amusedly.
"Are you questioning my masculinity?" Draco asked, scowling.
"Not a bit. You can go cook now." Hermione smirked and lay back down, her hair billowing in the quick movement.
"Everything is going to be ok." Hermione smiled, imagining her life with Draco. She was pulled out of her thoughts when she heard a loud clashing noise and a strangled scream.
"Draco!" Hermione shouted, hopping from the bed and dashing into the kitchen. She was taken aback at the sight of Harry Potter with Draco against the wall.
"Harry? GET OUT!" Hermione screamed, grabbing a frying pan.
Harry looked at her intently, but said nothing.
"Harry, don't do this." Hermione begged, walking to him and gently pulling him from Draco.
"Why not?" Harry whispered dangerously, gripping Hermione around the waist.
"You're my best friend, Harry. I can't let you, because this ISN'T you. You need help, Harry." Hermione pleaded, squirming against his grip.
"You're in love with me." Harry said softly, leaning in to kiss her on the lips.
Hermione twisted her head, his lips landing on her cheek instead. Draco began to run forward, but Hermione motioned him to stop.
"Harry, please." she said hopelessly, tears slipping from the corners of her eyes.
Harry raised his wand and whispered a few twisted words. Hermione screamed as she was blasted backwards, and Harry bolted from the apartment.
Draco ran to Hermione's side. "Hermione? Wake up!" he cried, lifting her hand.
"Huh? What? Malfoy?" Hermione groaned.
"Hermione! It's me, Draco."
"Are you on crack? You haven't called me anything but Granger or Mudblood since we've known each other!" Hermione laughed, sitting up. "Where the hell am I?" she asked suspiciously.
"Hermione! Stop playing around!"
"Let me go!" she cried "I am not your friend and I don't know why you are acting so weird. Where is Hogwarts?"
"My God, he put a memory charm on you. How could you forget everything?" Draco slapped his forehead. Just then, Harry Potter strolled in whistling.
"Hermione!" he said kindly "I've found you! You hit your head and left the house! The doctors feared you'd have amnesia!" Harry lied, expertly. He took Hermione in his arms and kissed her deeply. Hermione pulled away.
"What's going on?"
"We're married silly! You have amnesia, as I had said, and it seems this git here kidnapped you!"
"I'm so confused."
"I know darling. Just come with me and your memory will come back." Harry said sweetly, taking her hand to lead her away.
Draco wrapped his arms around her waist possessively and pulled backwards. "You aren't going with him Hermione."
"Since when are you my mother?"
Draco raised his wand and pointed it at Harry. "OUT!" he yelled threateningly. Harry looked angry, but left the apartment reluctantly. Draco let go of Hermione and dashed forward to lock the door.
"Let me go you sick scumbag!" Hermione screamed. "And what do you have me DRESSED in?" she growled, looking down at her skimpy silk shorts and midriff tank top. "You think you can kidnap and dress me up in these skimpy clothes?" she yelled, growing angrier each second. "When the ministry gets you, you will be punished, Malfoy!"
Draco pursed his lips. "I swear to you, I didn't do anything-" he began, when Hermione cut him off.
"Like I'd ever believe a word you said! You SICK FERRET!" Hermione slapped him across the face. Draco soon realized the sweet approach wasn't going to work. He'd have to go about a different way.
He looked her straight in the eye and flashed her his sexiest smile. "Come on, Mudblood. Let's go somewhere more private."
Hermione cringed. "Spare me."
"You know you want it."
"Screw yourself." Hermione flashed him a fake grin.
"I'd rather screw you." Draco remarked, trying to recreate their moments in 6th year.
"Bugger off!" Hermione yelled, slamming her fist into his stomach.
Draco groaned in frustration and slid to the floor, cradling his head in his hands.
-TBC-
Pretty creative twist, eh? I wanted the story to be more exciting. I'm sorry the chapters are short, I don't have a lot of time :0( REVIEW!!
By Riley Malfoy
Chapter 6
"To Reminisce"
Note: I need to tell you a secret. I'm actually JK Rowling! If you actually believe me…you're an idiot. Um..anyway, I'm just a lowly teenager with too much time on her hands :-D
Read Soul Searching by AngelMonkey. Great Story!
Thanks to every reviewer. I'm sorry, but I don't have time to respond to every reviewer today :0(
Hermione licked her lips, trying to savor Draco's taste as he slept. He tasted different than any guys he'd ever kissed. Harry, Krum, Ron, Terry…they all have a generic taste like skin and too much cologne. Draco was different, tasting like a mix of fine champagne and the sweetest of sugar. Draco's platinum blonde hair was mussed in his sleep, making him a few years younger, reminding Hermione of their time at Hogwarts. She longed to retreat back into her childhood and become a little girl again.
A sharp pain tugged at Hermione's chest as she tried to remember those days. It had been so empty in those days of her 7th year. She had neglected her head girl duties and even attempted to kill herself a few times. Of course, thanks to her "good friends", she never got the chance.
*FLASHBACK*
Seventeen year old Hermione slowly unbuttoned the front of her blouse, letting the sides hang open, showing a peek at her tan skin. She pulled her long curly hair into a slightly loose, messy ponytail and lay back on the floor. She slid her hand under the four poster bed and pulled out a long, silvery needle. Clenching her teeth, she pressed the needle into her wrist, pushing the medicine into her blood. Hermione could almost instantly feel her blood freezing up, when Ron burst into the room.
"Hermione? What are you doing?" Ron said loudly, kneeling down next to her.
"Ron, go please. You aren't supposed to be here." Hermione pleaded.
"Hermione? Come with me." Ron begged, sitting her up and trying to pull her to her feet.
"No. I doesn't feelsh like itsh." Hermione's speech was slurring.
"Hermione!" Ron screamed. Hermione tried to stand…and that's when it all went black.
END OF FLASHBACK
Hermione wiped sweat from her brow. What an unpleasant memory. She jumped slightly, as arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her close to Draco's warm body.
"Did you just wake up?" the groggy voice of Draco murmured.
"I've been up awhile." Hermione admitted, sighing softly.
"Could you not sleep?" Draco asked concernedly.
"I just didn't feel like it." Hermione snapped.
"Hey, I wasn't trying to pry." Draco whispered, massaging her back.
"Sorry. I'm a little on edge, ok? You'd be too."
Draco nodded and stood from the bed, pulling a black robe over his black boxers.
"A bit early isn't it?" Hermione yawned, standing up.
"You don't have to get up. I'll make some food and-" Draco began.
"You mean you can cook?" Hermione asked amusedly.
"Are you questioning my masculinity?" Draco asked, scowling.
"Not a bit. You can go cook now." Hermione smirked and lay back down, her hair billowing in the quick movement.
"Everything is going to be ok." Hermione smiled, imagining her life with Draco. She was pulled out of her thoughts when she heard a loud clashing noise and a strangled scream.
"Draco!" Hermione shouted, hopping from the bed and dashing into the kitchen. She was taken aback at the sight of Harry Potter with Draco against the wall.
"Harry? GET OUT!" Hermione screamed, grabbing a frying pan.
Harry looked at her intently, but said nothing.
"Harry, don't do this." Hermione begged, walking to him and gently pulling him from Draco.
"Why not?" Harry whispered dangerously, gripping Hermione around the waist.
"You're my best friend, Harry. I can't let you, because this ISN'T you. You need help, Harry." Hermione pleaded, squirming against his grip.
"You're in love with me." Harry said softly, leaning in to kiss her on the lips.
Hermione twisted her head, his lips landing on her cheek instead. Draco began to run forward, but Hermione motioned him to stop.
"Harry, please." she said hopelessly, tears slipping from the corners of her eyes.
Harry raised his wand and whispered a few twisted words. Hermione screamed as she was blasted backwards, and Harry bolted from the apartment.
Draco ran to Hermione's side. "Hermione? Wake up!" he cried, lifting her hand.
"Huh? What? Malfoy?" Hermione groaned.
"Hermione! It's me, Draco."
"Are you on crack? You haven't called me anything but Granger or Mudblood since we've known each other!" Hermione laughed, sitting up. "Where the hell am I?" she asked suspiciously.
"Hermione! Stop playing around!"
"Let me go!" she cried "I am not your friend and I don't know why you are acting so weird. Where is Hogwarts?"
"My God, he put a memory charm on you. How could you forget everything?" Draco slapped his forehead. Just then, Harry Potter strolled in whistling.
"Hermione!" he said kindly "I've found you! You hit your head and left the house! The doctors feared you'd have amnesia!" Harry lied, expertly. He took Hermione in his arms and kissed her deeply. Hermione pulled away.
"What's going on?"
"We're married silly! You have amnesia, as I had said, and it seems this git here kidnapped you!"
"I'm so confused."
"I know darling. Just come with me and your memory will come back." Harry said sweetly, taking her hand to lead her away.
Draco wrapped his arms around her waist possessively and pulled backwards. "You aren't going with him Hermione."
"Since when are you my mother?"
Draco raised his wand and pointed it at Harry. "OUT!" he yelled threateningly. Harry looked angry, but left the apartment reluctantly. Draco let go of Hermione and dashed forward to lock the door.
"Let me go you sick scumbag!" Hermione screamed. "And what do you have me DRESSED in?" she growled, looking down at her skimpy silk shorts and midriff tank top. "You think you can kidnap and dress me up in these skimpy clothes?" she yelled, growing angrier each second. "When the ministry gets you, you will be punished, Malfoy!"
Draco pursed his lips. "I swear to you, I didn't do anything-" he began, when Hermione cut him off.
"Like I'd ever believe a word you said! You SICK FERRET!" Hermione slapped him across the face. Draco soon realized the sweet approach wasn't going to work. He'd have to go about a different way.
He looked her straight in the eye and flashed her his sexiest smile. "Come on, Mudblood. Let's go somewhere more private."
Hermione cringed. "Spare me."
"You know you want it."
"Screw yourself." Hermione flashed him a fake grin.
"I'd rather screw you." Draco remarked, trying to recreate their moments in 6th year.
"Bugger off!" Hermione yelled, slamming her fist into his stomach.
Draco groaned in frustration and slid to the floor, cradling his head in his hands.
-TBC-
Pretty creative twist, eh? I wanted the story to be more exciting. I'm sorry the chapters are short, I don't have a lot of time :0( REVIEW!!