Abandoned
Chapter 7
"Hallow's Eve"
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Cold air whistled through the open window, the sound of rustling leaves echoing in the apartment. Hermione slumped in a chair, her body sore and tired from fighting. Draco had given her some robes to wear, which fit her perfectly, and she couldn't figure where he got them. Maybe Draco was a transvestite. Hermione snorted.
"What?" Draco asked from across the table.
"Nothing." Hermione mumbled.
"Why aren't you eating? You love beef stew." Draco asked annoyed.
"What ARE you? Some kind of stalker? How do you know my favorite food? And for God sakes, I don't HAVE to eat!" Hermione yelled, slamming her fist into the table.
"Dear God woman! I only asked because you seem to be hungry!" Draco growled, his face growing red.
"Tonight's Halloween." Hermione realized, glancing at the calendar.
"I'm aware." Draco said softly, tracing his finger along the cracks in the table.
"I don't know what you want with me, Malfoy, I just want to go home to Harry." Hermione whispered.
"You don't want to go home to him. He hurts you-" Draco tried to explain, but Hermione cut him off.
"Don't even attempt to feed me that bullshit! Harry would never hurt me!"
"Some people are so blind to the truth." Draco said nonchalantly, shrugging carelessly.
"Shove it."
"If you're sure you don't want to eat, you can go bathe now." Draco stood and grabbed a fluffy white towel from the closet .
"the bathroom is up the hall, second door on the right." Draco motioned down the hall.
"You come into the bathroom and I will murder you." Hermione threatened, grabbing the toiletries and sauntering down the hall.
Hermione slipped her black robes off and folded them neatly. She pulled off her simple jeans, sandals, and white tee-shirt as well, and un-plaited her hair. She was still baffled as to where Draco got all her clothes. She glanced around the bathroom. It was similar to the prefect's bathroom at Hogwarts, only smaller. She turned on the faucet, taking a second to marvel at sparkling, crystal-clear water. The bathtub filled up remarkably fast, and she climbed in.
"Mmm." Hermione moaned, the hot water soothing her skin. She grabbed a bottle of shampoo from the side and worked some into her hair. She rinsed it out and soaped down quickly. She drained the tub and stepped out, wrapping the fluffy white towel around her dripping body. Cracking open the door, she stuck her head out. "Malfoy! I need clothes!" she shouted.
Draco hurried into the bedroom and grabbed her suitcase. He smirked at the sight of a lump of forest green silk. She still had it? He picked the nightgown up and rifled in the bag until he found her old silky blue robe. He took great pleasure in grabbing her undergarments, searching until he found a matching purple set.
"Here," said Draco, handing Hermione the pile of clothes.
"May I ask where you get so many female clothes?" Hermione asked curiously, looking in disgust at the nightgown.
"You wouldn't understand." he said, before turning to leave. Hermione closed the door and looked through the clothes. "What does he think I am?" she wondered. She put on the undergarments and the nightgown and tied the robe around her waist.
She stepped from the bathroom and went into the bedroom, where she plopped onto the bed. She untied the robe and discarded it on the floor before placing her head in her hands. A tear managed to escape her eye, dripping down her cheek and landing on her knee.
"I want to remember what's happened." she gasped, tears falling more rapidly. Draco entered the room, and without a word walked swiftly to her.
"Hermione? What's wrong?" he asked, but got no reply. He gripped her shoulders and gently pulled her up, trying again to make her talk. In one swift movement, he brushed the strap of her nightgown off her tan shoulder and placed his lips on her skin. He had expected her to shudder, gasp, or at least slap him, but to his surprise, she remained motionless. He began to suckle on her neck, his arms around her waist. He moved up her neck and around her face, but still got no response. In frustration, he pulled away and the replaced the strap. Hermione seemed to realize he was done, so she lay on her back and pulled the thick black comforter over herself. A few minutes later, a boxer-clad (DROOL!) Draco slipped into bed.
Draco awoke the next morning to dancing sunlight hitting him in the face. He got up and changed and hurried into the kitchen. Almost ten minutes later, Hermione entered the room, yawning loudly.
"Morning." Draco muttered, handing her a green album.
"What's this?" Hermione asked suspiciously.
"Just look through it." said Draco, hoping beyond hope that this album would bring her memory back. Hermione cracked open the dusty album, on the first page, in faded lettering it read "Draco". She went to the next page. A picture of Hermione laughing with Draco in his bedroom scanned the page. Hermione was rocking back and forth, her curls bouncing. Draco was smiling curtly, his eyes following Hermione. The next page was filled of pictures of them kissing on different occasions, all looking consensual and passionate. The third page was one that stunned Hermione, it was one of them standing together in front of a court house, looking nervous. The pages went on and on like this.
"You bastard! You edit pictures to make me believe something that didn't happen!" she yelled, throwing the book at a mirror, and watching as glass shattered all over the hardwood floor.
"You might want to get dressed," Draco suggested, ignoring her rage. "We're going out."
"What?" Hermione said, looking at him nervously.
"There's a leather bag under the bed. You can find some clothes in there."
Hermione nodded and went to find the bag. After a few minutes, she decided on the most un-revealing outfit she could find, a long gray skirt and a button up white blouse. She pulled her hair into a high ponytail and slipped on some sandals.
"Where are we going?" Hermione asked, coming out into the kitchen.
"Cinema." he said quietly.
"Huh? Draco Malfoy going to a MUGGLE cinema?"
"Yes. Muggle things aren't so bad."
"What did it take to teach YOU that? Hermione gasped.
"You." was all Draco said, before grabbing her hand to lead her to the door.
"Writhus Nocomus!" Draco said, pointing his wand at her chest.
"What was that for?" a suspicious Hermione wondered aloud.
"I don't want you running away. You can't go more than 5 feet away from me."
Hermione groaned and followed him out the door. He quickly apparated them outside of a deserted muggle theater, and pulled her inside.
"What to see?" he said allowed, scanning the list of movies.
"This one." Draco settled, jabbing his finger at a movie poster. All of a sudden a woman screeched. "That's the missing woman! Call the police!" everyone turned to stare at Hermione and Draco, when a security guard started towards them. Draco began run, with Hermione close behind, when the security guard grabbed Hermione. She could feel the spell coming over her and she hit the security guard to follow Draco. He pulled her around a corner and apparated back to his apartment. Hermione collapsed onto the couch.
"What the hell were you THINKING?" an angry Hermione asked.
"I'm sorry." was all Draco could mutter.
-TBC-
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Chapter 7
"Hallow's Eve"
Note: Can some give me the HTML tags to use when saving as a text file? I was italics, center, underline, and bold, please. Thanks!
To my reviewers:
Cold air whistled through the open window, the sound of rustling leaves echoing in the apartment. Hermione slumped in a chair, her body sore and tired from fighting. Draco had given her some robes to wear, which fit her perfectly, and she couldn't figure where he got them. Maybe Draco was a transvestite. Hermione snorted.
"What?" Draco asked from across the table.
"Nothing." Hermione mumbled.
"Why aren't you eating? You love beef stew." Draco asked annoyed.
"What ARE you? Some kind of stalker? How do you know my favorite food? And for God sakes, I don't HAVE to eat!" Hermione yelled, slamming her fist into the table.
"Dear God woman! I only asked because you seem to be hungry!" Draco growled, his face growing red.
"Tonight's Halloween." Hermione realized, glancing at the calendar.
"I'm aware." Draco said softly, tracing his finger along the cracks in the table.
"I don't know what you want with me, Malfoy, I just want to go home to Harry." Hermione whispered.
"You don't want to go home to him. He hurts you-" Draco tried to explain, but Hermione cut him off.
"Don't even attempt to feed me that bullshit! Harry would never hurt me!"
"Some people are so blind to the truth." Draco said nonchalantly, shrugging carelessly.
"Shove it."
"If you're sure you don't want to eat, you can go bathe now." Draco stood and grabbed a fluffy white towel from the closet .
"the bathroom is up the hall, second door on the right." Draco motioned down the hall.
"You come into the bathroom and I will murder you." Hermione threatened, grabbing the toiletries and sauntering down the hall.
Hermione slipped her black robes off and folded them neatly. She pulled off her simple jeans, sandals, and white tee-shirt as well, and un-plaited her hair. She was still baffled as to where Draco got all her clothes. She glanced around the bathroom. It was similar to the prefect's bathroom at Hogwarts, only smaller. She turned on the faucet, taking a second to marvel at sparkling, crystal-clear water. The bathtub filled up remarkably fast, and she climbed in.
"Mmm." Hermione moaned, the hot water soothing her skin. She grabbed a bottle of shampoo from the side and worked some into her hair. She rinsed it out and soaped down quickly. She drained the tub and stepped out, wrapping the fluffy white towel around her dripping body. Cracking open the door, she stuck her head out. "Malfoy! I need clothes!" she shouted.
Draco hurried into the bedroom and grabbed her suitcase. He smirked at the sight of a lump of forest green silk. She still had it? He picked the nightgown up and rifled in the bag until he found her old silky blue robe. He took great pleasure in grabbing her undergarments, searching until he found a matching purple set.
"Here," said Draco, handing Hermione the pile of clothes.
"May I ask where you get so many female clothes?" Hermione asked curiously, looking in disgust at the nightgown.
"You wouldn't understand." he said, before turning to leave. Hermione closed the door and looked through the clothes. "What does he think I am?" she wondered. She put on the undergarments and the nightgown and tied the robe around her waist.
She stepped from the bathroom and went into the bedroom, where she plopped onto the bed. She untied the robe and discarded it on the floor before placing her head in her hands. A tear managed to escape her eye, dripping down her cheek and landing on her knee.
"I want to remember what's happened." she gasped, tears falling more rapidly. Draco entered the room, and without a word walked swiftly to her.
"Hermione? What's wrong?" he asked, but got no reply. He gripped her shoulders and gently pulled her up, trying again to make her talk. In one swift movement, he brushed the strap of her nightgown off her tan shoulder and placed his lips on her skin. He had expected her to shudder, gasp, or at least slap him, but to his surprise, she remained motionless. He began to suckle on her neck, his arms around her waist. He moved up her neck and around her face, but still got no response. In frustration, he pulled away and the replaced the strap. Hermione seemed to realize he was done, so she lay on her back and pulled the thick black comforter over herself. A few minutes later, a boxer-clad (DROOL!) Draco slipped into bed.
Draco awoke the next morning to dancing sunlight hitting him in the face. He got up and changed and hurried into the kitchen. Almost ten minutes later, Hermione entered the room, yawning loudly.
"Morning." Draco muttered, handing her a green album.
"What's this?" Hermione asked suspiciously.
"Just look through it." said Draco, hoping beyond hope that this album would bring her memory back. Hermione cracked open the dusty album, on the first page, in faded lettering it read "Draco". She went to the next page. A picture of Hermione laughing with Draco in his bedroom scanned the page. Hermione was rocking back and forth, her curls bouncing. Draco was smiling curtly, his eyes following Hermione. The next page was filled of pictures of them kissing on different occasions, all looking consensual and passionate. The third page was one that stunned Hermione, it was one of them standing together in front of a court house, looking nervous. The pages went on and on like this.
"You bastard! You edit pictures to make me believe something that didn't happen!" she yelled, throwing the book at a mirror, and watching as glass shattered all over the hardwood floor.
"You might want to get dressed," Draco suggested, ignoring her rage. "We're going out."
"What?" Hermione said, looking at him nervously.
"There's a leather bag under the bed. You can find some clothes in there."
Hermione nodded and went to find the bag. After a few minutes, she decided on the most un-revealing outfit she could find, a long gray skirt and a button up white blouse. She pulled her hair into a high ponytail and slipped on some sandals.
"Where are we going?" Hermione asked, coming out into the kitchen.
"Cinema." he said quietly.
"Huh? Draco Malfoy going to a MUGGLE cinema?"
"Yes. Muggle things aren't so bad."
"What did it take to teach YOU that? Hermione gasped.
"You." was all Draco said, before grabbing her hand to lead her to the door.
"Writhus Nocomus!" Draco said, pointing his wand at her chest.
"What was that for?" a suspicious Hermione wondered aloud.
"I don't want you running away. You can't go more than 5 feet away from me."
Hermione groaned and followed him out the door. He quickly apparated them outside of a deserted muggle theater, and pulled her inside.
"What to see?" he said allowed, scanning the list of movies.
"This one." Draco settled, jabbing his finger at a movie poster. All of a sudden a woman screeched. "That's the missing woman! Call the police!" everyone turned to stare at Hermione and Draco, when a security guard started towards them. Draco began run, with Hermione close behind, when the security guard grabbed Hermione. She could feel the spell coming over her and she hit the security guard to follow Draco. He pulled her around a corner and apparated back to his apartment. Hermione collapsed onto the couch.
"What the hell were you THINKING?" an angry Hermione asked.
"I'm sorry." was all Draco could mutter.
-TBC-
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