bAbandoned/b
Chapter 8
Snow
A/N I'm supposed to be doing chemistry homework, but because I love you all SOOOO much..I'm not *evil grin* Oh and, don't freak, Hermione will eventually get her memory back..and it will become D/Hr soon enough. I am SUCH a dork, my friends and I went to a party for my friend Britlee and we went to this place where you stuff and dress teddy bears and stuff. I got this blonde bear and dressed it in the Harry Potter Outfit
(minus the glasses!) and named it Draco. Aren't I an over-obsessed loser? Hehe. Ahhh Tom Felton….bye bye
Hermione drummed her fingers on the glass coffee table in front of her. The last week had been so crazy for her. Draco didn't treat her badly, but she hated him nonetheless. He kept feeding her some crap about Harry being abusive. Harry wouldn't do that…would he? Hermione was quite sure Draco had multi-personalities or some personality disorder. One minute he was a conniving, sex-centered, egotistical prat, the next he seemed sweet and caring. Hermione sighed loudly, and lifted the mug of hot chocolate to her lips. The early November snows were coming, though because of the rain, it was more like slush. She shivered as a cold draft of air whistled in the room, hitting her bare arms.
"Draco!" she said demandingly. It was fun ordering him about.
"Yes?" sneered Draco, entering the room. Something looked different about him. His silvery blonde hair hung in his eyes, making him seem darker, yet lighter at the same time.
"Can you close the window? It's cold!" Hermione whined, purposely trying to get under his skin.
Draco huffed and shut the window. "Could you BE more high-maintenance?"
Hermione nodded and smiled flakily.
"When do I get to go home?" Hermione asked, growing more serious.
"When you see the truth." was all he answered.
"What does than MEAN?" Hermione growled, growing angrier with the second.
"You'll understand eventually."
Hermione slammed her fist into the couch. "That's it!" she walked up to Draco, and before he could stop her, and grabbed his wand from his pocket. Because Draco had disabled apparating, she blasted open the window and hopped out, landing in the snowy grass, 5 feet below.
"Get back here!" Draco screamed, hopping out the window after her.
Hermione dashed into the forest near the complex and hid behind a tree. Yet, the crunching of leaves alerted her that he was coming, so she began her quick pace again.
Draco could see her blue shirt, flitting in with the white of the snow and brown of the trees. He tried to follow the sound of her panting, but it was hard to tell the difference between her the wind.
Hermione gasped loudly, clutching her chest as she ran as fast as she could. Suddenly her foot caught under the uprooted piece of a tree, and she slammed into the wintry ground. Draco was but feet behind her, and he quickly was standing above her.
"Please. Come back." Draco set coldly, motioning for her to stand. Hermione stood, facing him, so close that her breath was fanning on his red cheeks. He raised his hands, and Hermione feared he was going to hurt her. She lifted her hands, in fists, in front of her chest. Rather than hitting her, Draco grasped her wrists firmly and tried to pull her. Hermione began wriggling madly, trying as hard as possible to run away, but Draco was too strong. His weight became unsteady and pushed her forward. Hermione landed on her back, her knees bent. Her hands were on either side of her head, palms up. Draco still had his grip on her wrists, and was sitting on her waist, leaning on her propped knees. He leaned forward.
"Come on. Up." his face was so close to hers, that their noses were almost touching.
"Make me." lashed out Hermione, frowning evidently.
"Well I guess we're just going to have to stay here." Draco growled, sitting back up.
Draco let go of her left wrist and buried his hand in her hair. Her hair was soft and silky, more beautiful and rare than his fathers most wonderful silk. He leaned down and pressed his lips to it. He knew it might push her away, but he couldn't help it. Instead, his lips connected to the freezing snow, Hermione had obviously jerked her head away.
"Why is it so unreasonable to believe me?" Draco said in a low rasp.
"I don't know." Hermione choked, tears forming in her eyes.
"Don't cry."
"What? Can't handle emotion Malfoy?" tears were streaming down Hermione's cheeks now, and her breaths were becoming choppy.
"Stop."
"No."
"YES!"
"NO!"
YES!"
"I WILL NOT!"
"YOU WILL!!"
"NO I WON'T!"
And that's when his kissed her. In all his anger, pushing his lips against her cold ones, his hands wrapping in the hem of her t-shirt. And to his surprise, she didn't push him away. She responded. That was the last thing Draco had expected. Her released hands found their way around his neck, her mouth still pushing against his, trying to find some unknown happiness. He slid his tongue along her smooth lips, taking in her amazing taste. An involuntary moan escaped Hermione's mouth and she shuddered as his hands found her waist. He slid his hand underneath the wet shirt, running along the sides of her smooth skin.
"What am I doing?" Hermione wondered as Draco's mouth moved to her neck, sucking roughly.
"Oh the hell with it!" she reasoned as he ran his tongue along her collarbone. Draco tugged at her shirt, almost ripping it over her head.
"Why is she letting me do this?" he asked himself curiously and his kissed around the fabric of her bra.
"Oh the hell with it!" he began to kiss down her smooth stomach, stopping only to dip his tongue in her navel. To Draco's surprise, Hermione trembling hands found the buttons to his shirt. She quickly unbuttoned it and pushed it from his muscular shoulder, kissing each newly revealed piece of skin. She kissed down his stomach, running her tongue just under the waistband of his pants. It was Draco's turn to moan, flipping over so she was on top of him. He wrapped his arms around her bare back, as she ran her trembling fingers over his smooth cheeks. She looked at him with her brown eyes, filled with ultimate fear, confusion, and pain.
"Why'd you stop?" escaped Draco's lips accidentally.
"Why did I stop? Is that all you can ask?" she said, tearing once again filling her eyes. "For a second, I saw a man I thought I'd never see. Now I understand. You're completely hormone driven, you know that?" Hermione yelled, slapping Draco across the face.
"Look, I didn't mean to say that or anything-" he couldn't finish. It was hopeless. He stood, his arms still around her shaking body, and took her in his arms, carrying her back to the apartment.
After locking up his wand and fixing the window, Draco went into the bedroom to check on Hermione. She was sitting on the bed, rocking back and forth, a towel around her wet body.
"What will make you stop crying?" Draco asked half-annoyed, half-concerned.
Hermione could only shrug. "I don't know who to trust anymore. I don't who I am. I just about lost my virginity to you in a pile of snow. What's wrong with me?" she sobbed.
"You aren't a virgin." was all Draco could muster. He slapped himself mentally. Couldn't he think of anything compassionate to say?
"Of course I am. Unless I'm married to Harry like he says."
"I hate to break it to you…but you technically lost like your 10th virginity to Harry in seventh year."
Hermione grew pale. "You're lying."
"I'm not. You're just to blind to see it."
"Why are you keeping me here?"
"I'm not letting the *only* thing I've ever cared about get away that easily! I'm keeping you here until you remember what we had. I can't just give it up, ok? I had to live, barely alive, for the last three years, thinking I'd never see you again. I'm not letting that happen again!"
Hermione felt a feeling like fire rush through her veins. It never dawned on her how much passion he bottled up.
"I-I don't believe you." She actually wasn't really sure *what* to believe, or maybe she didn't want to believe.
"Give me a chance to make you remember. Give me a month. If you haven't remembered by then, I'll let you go. You won't have to see me again."
Hermione gulped. "Fine." was all she could think to say. Draco smirked, half of him was overjoyed, the other half fearing the next month.
Draco walked closer to her and placed a soft, yet fiery kiss right on her lips. Her tossed her hair, water flinging in the air.
"No." she whispered dangerously. Draco knit his eyebrows together, biting his lip.
I'm scared- Hermione
I am NOT scared!- Draco
I wonder if he's this confused…
I wonder if she's this confused…
Draco plopped onto the bed and dug into the leather bag. He pulled out a white tank top and handed it to Hermione.
"You don't want to be sitting in a bra."
"Funny, I thought you'd like that." Hermione sneered sarcastically.
Draco rolled his eyes. "Why are you so determined to hate me?"
Hermione shrugged. "Habit?"
"Just give me second, ok? You say stop, I'll stop. I swear."
Hermione looked Draco in the eye, knowing exactly what was happening.
He stood in front of her wet body, staring down at her. In one swift moment, he had pulled her up, and pulled her into his arms. He held her for a long time, then gently let go.
"What? You aren't going to molest me?" Hermione said jokingly.
"No. Though it's rather hard not to when your white shirt is soaking wet." He made a gesture towards her chest. Hermione glanced down and blushed. "Whoops."
"You want dinner?" asked Draco, changing the subject. Hermione nodded, her hair dripping on the paisley carpet.
Draco quickly magicked a table (covered in a white table cloth) into the room, complete with two chairs, a delicious dinner, and beautiful candles.
"Candlelight dinner. You do know more than I thought, Malfoy."
"Thanks. And call me Draco for God's sake."
"Ok."
"No, no. That won't do." smiled Draco, eyeing Hermione's soaked shirt and sopping jeans. With a wave of his wand, Hermione was dressed in a slinky black dress, her hair sleek in a French twist. In another wave, he was dressed in black slacks and button-up white shirt, his hair still hanging in his eyes.
Hermione's eyes darted towards her dress. "Um..ok." Was all she could manage to squeak. Hermione sat at the table, and lifted her spoon to taste the soup. She sipped delicately, her eyes fluttering up to meet Draco's piercing silver orbs.
"I'm not lying, you know."
Before Hermione could stop herself, the very words that she had feared escaped her lips. "I know."
Draco's silver eyes opened wider than Hermione believed humanly possible.
"I didn't mean that. It slipped." Hermione lied.
"You just don't WANT to believe! Must you be SO stubborn?"
Hermione nodded ignorantly. She took a long glance at Draco. It was the first time she'd seen him looking so passionate. His eyes were ablaze, and his silvery-blonde hair was hanging over his eyes, making him look mysterious and vulnerable at the same time.
"Can we talk about something else, please?"
Draco nodded and put his head down. "Do you like the soup?"
"I guess." Hermione signed, propping her head on her hands.
"You're beautiful when you're being stubborn." chuckled Draco.
"Am I?" Hermione leaned forward jokingly.
All of a sudden, Draco pushed forward, sending his soup bowl right onto his lap. He didn't care, for at that instant, he pressed his lips against Hermione's.
"You just spilled soup on yourself." chuckled Hermione.
"I don't give a shit." Draco mumbled, biting her bottom lip.
"Ok, ok. Stop." Hermione ordered, pulling away.
"Come on, Hermione. You wanted to kiss him." a voice in her head taunted.
"I did not!"
"did too!" (a/n..first Draco..now Hermione! They're schizophrenic!)
Hermione stood and magicked herself into some flannel pajama pants and a big white t-shirt.
"I'm going to bed." she said softly, gently removing the pins from her French twist.
"Aren't you hungry?"
"No." Hermione lied. The voice in her head laughed. "You're just afraid to kiss him again."
"SHUT UP!" Hermione screamed.
"What?" Draco asked confusedly.
"Oh um, nothing." Hermione blushed profusely and got under the comforter of the bed.
"Goodnight Hermione." was all Draco could manage to say. "She's like an angel when she sleeps." Draco thought allowed.
SNNUHHHH!!! Hermione snorted in her sleep.
"An angel with a sinus infection." Draco corrected. (I stole that from some movie. I forget which..sorry!)
"I'll never find a way to tell you. I'll never find a way to let you know. I'll never knew that I could love you, more than words can say." -Some song :-D
-TBC-
Hehe? Like? I TRIED to make it longer, ok? Review please!
Chapter 8
Snow
A/N I'm supposed to be doing chemistry homework, but because I love you all SOOOO much..I'm not *evil grin* Oh and, don't freak, Hermione will eventually get her memory back..and it will become D/Hr soon enough. I am SUCH a dork, my friends and I went to a party for my friend Britlee and we went to this place where you stuff and dress teddy bears and stuff. I got this blonde bear and dressed it in the Harry Potter Outfit
(minus the glasses!) and named it Draco. Aren't I an over-obsessed loser? Hehe. Ahhh Tom Felton….bye bye
Hermione drummed her fingers on the glass coffee table in front of her. The last week had been so crazy for her. Draco didn't treat her badly, but she hated him nonetheless. He kept feeding her some crap about Harry being abusive. Harry wouldn't do that…would he? Hermione was quite sure Draco had multi-personalities or some personality disorder. One minute he was a conniving, sex-centered, egotistical prat, the next he seemed sweet and caring. Hermione sighed loudly, and lifted the mug of hot chocolate to her lips. The early November snows were coming, though because of the rain, it was more like slush. She shivered as a cold draft of air whistled in the room, hitting her bare arms.
"Draco!" she said demandingly. It was fun ordering him about.
"Yes?" sneered Draco, entering the room. Something looked different about him. His silvery blonde hair hung in his eyes, making him seem darker, yet lighter at the same time.
"Can you close the window? It's cold!" Hermione whined, purposely trying to get under his skin.
Draco huffed and shut the window. "Could you BE more high-maintenance?"
Hermione nodded and smiled flakily.
"When do I get to go home?" Hermione asked, growing more serious.
"When you see the truth." was all he answered.
"What does than MEAN?" Hermione growled, growing angrier with the second.
"You'll understand eventually."
Hermione slammed her fist into the couch. "That's it!" she walked up to Draco, and before he could stop her, and grabbed his wand from his pocket. Because Draco had disabled apparating, she blasted open the window and hopped out, landing in the snowy grass, 5 feet below.
"Get back here!" Draco screamed, hopping out the window after her.
Hermione dashed into the forest near the complex and hid behind a tree. Yet, the crunching of leaves alerted her that he was coming, so she began her quick pace again.
Draco could see her blue shirt, flitting in with the white of the snow and brown of the trees. He tried to follow the sound of her panting, but it was hard to tell the difference between her the wind.
Hermione gasped loudly, clutching her chest as she ran as fast as she could. Suddenly her foot caught under the uprooted piece of a tree, and she slammed into the wintry ground. Draco was but feet behind her, and he quickly was standing above her.
"Please. Come back." Draco set coldly, motioning for her to stand. Hermione stood, facing him, so close that her breath was fanning on his red cheeks. He raised his hands, and Hermione feared he was going to hurt her. She lifted her hands, in fists, in front of her chest. Rather than hitting her, Draco grasped her wrists firmly and tried to pull her. Hermione began wriggling madly, trying as hard as possible to run away, but Draco was too strong. His weight became unsteady and pushed her forward. Hermione landed on her back, her knees bent. Her hands were on either side of her head, palms up. Draco still had his grip on her wrists, and was sitting on her waist, leaning on her propped knees. He leaned forward.
"Come on. Up." his face was so close to hers, that their noses were almost touching.
"Make me." lashed out Hermione, frowning evidently.
"Well I guess we're just going to have to stay here." Draco growled, sitting back up.
Draco let go of her left wrist and buried his hand in her hair. Her hair was soft and silky, more beautiful and rare than his fathers most wonderful silk. He leaned down and pressed his lips to it. He knew it might push her away, but he couldn't help it. Instead, his lips connected to the freezing snow, Hermione had obviously jerked her head away.
"Why is it so unreasonable to believe me?" Draco said in a low rasp.
"I don't know." Hermione choked, tears forming in her eyes.
"Don't cry."
"What? Can't handle emotion Malfoy?" tears were streaming down Hermione's cheeks now, and her breaths were becoming choppy.
"Stop."
"No."
"YES!"
"NO!"
YES!"
"I WILL NOT!"
"YOU WILL!!"
"NO I WON'T!"
And that's when his kissed her. In all his anger, pushing his lips against her cold ones, his hands wrapping in the hem of her t-shirt. And to his surprise, she didn't push him away. She responded. That was the last thing Draco had expected. Her released hands found their way around his neck, her mouth still pushing against his, trying to find some unknown happiness. He slid his tongue along her smooth lips, taking in her amazing taste. An involuntary moan escaped Hermione's mouth and she shuddered as his hands found her waist. He slid his hand underneath the wet shirt, running along the sides of her smooth skin.
"What am I doing?" Hermione wondered as Draco's mouth moved to her neck, sucking roughly.
"Oh the hell with it!" she reasoned as he ran his tongue along her collarbone. Draco tugged at her shirt, almost ripping it over her head.
"Why is she letting me do this?" he asked himself curiously and his kissed around the fabric of her bra.
"Oh the hell with it!" he began to kiss down her smooth stomach, stopping only to dip his tongue in her navel. To Draco's surprise, Hermione trembling hands found the buttons to his shirt. She quickly unbuttoned it and pushed it from his muscular shoulder, kissing each newly revealed piece of skin. She kissed down his stomach, running her tongue just under the waistband of his pants. It was Draco's turn to moan, flipping over so she was on top of him. He wrapped his arms around her bare back, as she ran her trembling fingers over his smooth cheeks. She looked at him with her brown eyes, filled with ultimate fear, confusion, and pain.
"Why'd you stop?" escaped Draco's lips accidentally.
"Why did I stop? Is that all you can ask?" she said, tearing once again filling her eyes. "For a second, I saw a man I thought I'd never see. Now I understand. You're completely hormone driven, you know that?" Hermione yelled, slapping Draco across the face.
"Look, I didn't mean to say that or anything-" he couldn't finish. It was hopeless. He stood, his arms still around her shaking body, and took her in his arms, carrying her back to the apartment.
After locking up his wand and fixing the window, Draco went into the bedroom to check on Hermione. She was sitting on the bed, rocking back and forth, a towel around her wet body.
"What will make you stop crying?" Draco asked half-annoyed, half-concerned.
Hermione could only shrug. "I don't know who to trust anymore. I don't who I am. I just about lost my virginity to you in a pile of snow. What's wrong with me?" she sobbed.
"You aren't a virgin." was all Draco could muster. He slapped himself mentally. Couldn't he think of anything compassionate to say?
"Of course I am. Unless I'm married to Harry like he says."
"I hate to break it to you…but you technically lost like your 10th virginity to Harry in seventh year."
Hermione grew pale. "You're lying."
"I'm not. You're just to blind to see it."
"Why are you keeping me here?"
"I'm not letting the *only* thing I've ever cared about get away that easily! I'm keeping you here until you remember what we had. I can't just give it up, ok? I had to live, barely alive, for the last three years, thinking I'd never see you again. I'm not letting that happen again!"
Hermione felt a feeling like fire rush through her veins. It never dawned on her how much passion he bottled up.
"I-I don't believe you." She actually wasn't really sure *what* to believe, or maybe she didn't want to believe.
"Give me a chance to make you remember. Give me a month. If you haven't remembered by then, I'll let you go. You won't have to see me again."
Hermione gulped. "Fine." was all she could think to say. Draco smirked, half of him was overjoyed, the other half fearing the next month.
Draco walked closer to her and placed a soft, yet fiery kiss right on her lips. Her tossed her hair, water flinging in the air.
"No." she whispered dangerously. Draco knit his eyebrows together, biting his lip.
I'm scared- Hermione
I am NOT scared!- Draco
I wonder if he's this confused…
I wonder if she's this confused…
Draco plopped onto the bed and dug into the leather bag. He pulled out a white tank top and handed it to Hermione.
"You don't want to be sitting in a bra."
"Funny, I thought you'd like that." Hermione sneered sarcastically.
Draco rolled his eyes. "Why are you so determined to hate me?"
Hermione shrugged. "Habit?"
"Just give me second, ok? You say stop, I'll stop. I swear."
Hermione looked Draco in the eye, knowing exactly what was happening.
He stood in front of her wet body, staring down at her. In one swift moment, he had pulled her up, and pulled her into his arms. He held her for a long time, then gently let go.
"What? You aren't going to molest me?" Hermione said jokingly.
"No. Though it's rather hard not to when your white shirt is soaking wet." He made a gesture towards her chest. Hermione glanced down and blushed. "Whoops."
"You want dinner?" asked Draco, changing the subject. Hermione nodded, her hair dripping on the paisley carpet.
Draco quickly magicked a table (covered in a white table cloth) into the room, complete with two chairs, a delicious dinner, and beautiful candles.
"Candlelight dinner. You do know more than I thought, Malfoy."
"Thanks. And call me Draco for God's sake."
"Ok."
"No, no. That won't do." smiled Draco, eyeing Hermione's soaked shirt and sopping jeans. With a wave of his wand, Hermione was dressed in a slinky black dress, her hair sleek in a French twist. In another wave, he was dressed in black slacks and button-up white shirt, his hair still hanging in his eyes.
Hermione's eyes darted towards her dress. "Um..ok." Was all she could manage to squeak. Hermione sat at the table, and lifted her spoon to taste the soup. She sipped delicately, her eyes fluttering up to meet Draco's piercing silver orbs.
"I'm not lying, you know."
Before Hermione could stop herself, the very words that she had feared escaped her lips. "I know."
Draco's silver eyes opened wider than Hermione believed humanly possible.
"I didn't mean that. It slipped." Hermione lied.
"You just don't WANT to believe! Must you be SO stubborn?"
Hermione nodded ignorantly. She took a long glance at Draco. It was the first time she'd seen him looking so passionate. His eyes were ablaze, and his silvery-blonde hair was hanging over his eyes, making him look mysterious and vulnerable at the same time.
"Can we talk about something else, please?"
Draco nodded and put his head down. "Do you like the soup?"
"I guess." Hermione signed, propping her head on her hands.
"You're beautiful when you're being stubborn." chuckled Draco.
"Am I?" Hermione leaned forward jokingly.
All of a sudden, Draco pushed forward, sending his soup bowl right onto his lap. He didn't care, for at that instant, he pressed his lips against Hermione's.
"You just spilled soup on yourself." chuckled Hermione.
"I don't give a shit." Draco mumbled, biting her bottom lip.
"Ok, ok. Stop." Hermione ordered, pulling away.
"Come on, Hermione. You wanted to kiss him." a voice in her head taunted.
"I did not!"
"did too!" (a/n..first Draco..now Hermione! They're schizophrenic!)
Hermione stood and magicked herself into some flannel pajama pants and a big white t-shirt.
"I'm going to bed." she said softly, gently removing the pins from her French twist.
"Aren't you hungry?"
"No." Hermione lied. The voice in her head laughed. "You're just afraid to kiss him again."
"SHUT UP!" Hermione screamed.
"What?" Draco asked confusedly.
"Oh um, nothing." Hermione blushed profusely and got under the comforter of the bed.
"Goodnight Hermione." was all Draco could manage to say. "She's like an angel when she sleeps." Draco thought allowed.
SNNUHHHH!!! Hermione snorted in her sleep.
"An angel with a sinus infection." Draco corrected. (I stole that from some movie. I forget which..sorry!)
"I'll never find a way to tell you. I'll never find a way to let you know. I'll never knew that I could love you, more than words can say." -Some song :-D
-TBC-
Hehe? Like? I TRIED to make it longer, ok? Review please!