"Granger?"
That voice. She knew that voice. It had taunted her for years; following her every move, laughing at her when she was down, spitting words of discouragement during her triumphs. The voice almost was a picture in her mind. Silver and shining, like a knife, ready to cut and stab at the absolute worst times.
She kept walking.
"Granger."
Of course, she didn't want to turn. For a moment, she saw her mind picture of the voice. Pouring, shimmering, from lips of velvet. Falling into her ear with ease, making her feel something she'd never felt before. But those words she no longer heard; that voice, that painfully beautiful voice, had assumed the form of a knife.
And quite honestly, she hadn't looked back since.
She'd regretted it at first, but what didn't kill you made you stronger, she supposed. Yet with every moment she missed those satin lips on her neck; slender fingers grasping her own. And even more astonishing, she wanted to forgive that voice for it's words.
"Granger, damnit, I'm not going to wait for you to turn around forever."
She stayed in one place, but didn't face -that boy-- the owner of that voice. Her back stiffened. "I didn't look back then, why should I now?"
He winced; she felt it more than she saw it. "I need closure, Hermione."
She felt angered. "I thought we were both pretty sure why that relationship ended."
Silk lips. Right behind her ears. Arms around her waist; pointed chin on her shoulder. Warm, soft breath blew the hair on her neck. "I know why, but I can't accept it." He paused, his head shifted so that it was no longer resting on her. "I'm still in love with you."
Trying to grasp her last bits of resolve together, she pushed his familiar, comforting arms away. "I don't care." Against her will, she turned and looked him in the eye, "Look, Draco, I can live perfectly well without you toying with me."
He brought his face close to hers, their foreheads and noses practically touching. "Hermione Granger, if you believe the words coming out of your mouth, then do me one favor."
She trembled, her false bravade quickly caving. "What is that?"
His face brushed her cheek as he put his lips to her ears and whispered five little words.
"Tell me you hate me."
Astonished, she pulled back and looked him in the eyes. Steel eyes and velvet lips. It was always an odd combination, or so she had thought. Quickly, desperately, she pushed those plush lips of many different textures lightly against hers. He brought his hand to her neck, but she tugged away from his grip. Looking squarely at him, she answered him.
"I hate you."
A/N: I don't know why I'm continuing this story. *shrug* I just needed something to shamelessly plug another story. Ahem, please pay attention!
Read "Mine, too". It's by meee! I'm awfully proud of that story, it's the only thing I can honestly say I did a good job on. That's why I'm sad it only got 6 reviews. ( I'm not a stuck up person; I wasn't expecting 123749203470239874 or anything. . . it's just I thought the best thing I've ever written deserved a bit more than six. ) So if you love me, or detest me, or sort of like me, or don't know me. . . or whatever, PLEASE GO READ IT! And review, of course! ^.~
Anyway, I wasn't planning on keeping this going. Do you like it? Hate it? Want to throw it in a bunch of steaming nitroglycerin? Well, then tell me by clicking on the purple box in the lower left hand corner. Good job.
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue, yadda yadda yadda.
That voice. She knew that voice. It had taunted her for years; following her every move, laughing at her when she was down, spitting words of discouragement during her triumphs. The voice almost was a picture in her mind. Silver and shining, like a knife, ready to cut and stab at the absolute worst times.
She kept walking.
"Granger."
Of course, she didn't want to turn. For a moment, she saw her mind picture of the voice. Pouring, shimmering, from lips of velvet. Falling into her ear with ease, making her feel something she'd never felt before. But those words she no longer heard; that voice, that painfully beautiful voice, had assumed the form of a knife.
And quite honestly, she hadn't looked back since.
She'd regretted it at first, but what didn't kill you made you stronger, she supposed. Yet with every moment she missed those satin lips on her neck; slender fingers grasping her own. And even more astonishing, she wanted to forgive that voice for it's words.
"Granger, damnit, I'm not going to wait for you to turn around forever."
She stayed in one place, but didn't face -that boy-- the owner of that voice. Her back stiffened. "I didn't look back then, why should I now?"
He winced; she felt it more than she saw it. "I need closure, Hermione."
She felt angered. "I thought we were both pretty sure why that relationship ended."
Silk lips. Right behind her ears. Arms around her waist; pointed chin on her shoulder. Warm, soft breath blew the hair on her neck. "I know why, but I can't accept it." He paused, his head shifted so that it was no longer resting on her. "I'm still in love with you."
Trying to grasp her last bits of resolve together, she pushed his familiar, comforting arms away. "I don't care." Against her will, she turned and looked him in the eye, "Look, Draco, I can live perfectly well without you toying with me."
He brought his face close to hers, their foreheads and noses practically touching. "Hermione Granger, if you believe the words coming out of your mouth, then do me one favor."
She trembled, her false bravade quickly caving. "What is that?"
His face brushed her cheek as he put his lips to her ears and whispered five little words.
"Tell me you hate me."
Astonished, she pulled back and looked him in the eyes. Steel eyes and velvet lips. It was always an odd combination, or so she had thought. Quickly, desperately, she pushed those plush lips of many different textures lightly against hers. He brought his hand to her neck, but she tugged away from his grip. Looking squarely at him, she answered him.
"I hate you."
A/N: I don't know why I'm continuing this story. *shrug* I just needed something to shamelessly plug another story. Ahem, please pay attention!
Read "Mine, too". It's by meee! I'm awfully proud of that story, it's the only thing I can honestly say I did a good job on. That's why I'm sad it only got 6 reviews. ( I'm not a stuck up person; I wasn't expecting 123749203470239874 or anything. . . it's just I thought the best thing I've ever written deserved a bit more than six. ) So if you love me, or detest me, or sort of like me, or don't know me. . . or whatever, PLEASE GO READ IT! And review, of course! ^.~
Anyway, I wasn't planning on keeping this going. Do you like it? Hate it? Want to throw it in a bunch of steaming nitroglycerin? Well, then tell me by clicking on the purple box in the lower left hand corner. Good job.
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue, yadda yadda yadda.