Hello! Still wondering what that green stuff was? I've had several
complaints on that. Never fear all will be explained...eventually.
Hermione opened her eyes slowly squinting against the sunlight. She felt muscled arms tightly clamped around her. She twisted her neck to see Draco, his eyes closed, chest rising and falling steadily.
Hermione physically winced as memory flooded her brain. What had she done? Slept with Malfoy that's what. But she had read books, seen movies and nowhere was there slimy green liquid involved in sex.
She shifted silently to get up, but Draco moved, placing a hand on her shoulder, and pushed her back down, his eyes still closed. "Not so fast Hermione."
Hermione's temper raged. "Let me up, I'm going home." She snapped.
He smiled, his eyes still tightly shut. "Go right ahead, love. I'll be here when you get back." He promised releasing her small frame from his firm grasp.
She stood haughtily, dressed herself and opened the door. "I'm not coming back." She spat over her shoulder, slamming the door on his irritating laughter.
She stomped down the steps thoroughly infuriated. She reached the brick wall where her broom was precariously balanced. She swiped it heatedly, climbed on and took off for her apartment.
She landed smoothly in front of the red brick building and sighed happily, she would never see Malfoy again. Good. She walked up the six flights of stairs heralding her living quarters.
She opened the door and her jaw hit the floor. Her entire apartment had been stripped of furniture. A well dressed brunette shuffled softly around the building. Her eyes fell upon Hermione and she smiled. "Hello."
"What happened?" Hermione demanded.
"Beg your pardon?" Asked the lady politely.
"This is my apartment! What happened?"
"I'm sorry young lady, but you're confused, the former resident of this apartment moved, and it's been sold again." The lady explained patiently.
Hermione took a deep, calming breath "Who bought it?" Maybe she could buy it back.
The women produced a clipboard from the folds of her briefcase and searched the pages carefully. "Ah, yes, here it is. A man by the name of Malfoy."
Hermione's rage built again "What?" She turned on her heel, practically leaped down the steps, boarded her broom flying at breakneck speed for Hogwarts.
She stormed into her bedroom furiously. There was Draco, drinking tea and reading a book. He looked up "I thought you weren't coming back."
She pounced on him, the sheer force pf the leap tumbling them both to the floor. "You damn bastard! What have you done with my things?!" She drummed on his chest with her fists. He shackled her wrists with one hand easily. "Be still love, your things are at my mansion."
She stopped struggling against his strength and sighed as he lifted them both off the ground. He swung her legs up and cradled her frame against his own. "Why are you doing this to me?" She asked sorrowfully "I never did anything to you except slap you and you deserved it."
He ignored her insult "I thought I explained this, baby. You belong with me. And now that the ritual is complete, you and I must stay together. We can't do that if you stay in your apartment."
"But I don't want to live with you." She pleaded. She wasn't stupid, she knew from here on out he called the shots. If she wanted something she would have to ask him for it.
"Come on, love let's go home." He carried her down the steps and placed her feet gently on the floor.
"I don't understand."
He smiled, softening his features. "Neither do I. Say goodbye to your friends."
She shook her head. "I just want my life back."
He scooped her up again smoothly and placed her on her broom stick. "Follow me." He instructed gently.
She nodded. What choice did she have?
Don't worry, the next chapter will be more interesting. I promise.
Hermione opened her eyes slowly squinting against the sunlight. She felt muscled arms tightly clamped around her. She twisted her neck to see Draco, his eyes closed, chest rising and falling steadily.
Hermione physically winced as memory flooded her brain. What had she done? Slept with Malfoy that's what. But she had read books, seen movies and nowhere was there slimy green liquid involved in sex.
She shifted silently to get up, but Draco moved, placing a hand on her shoulder, and pushed her back down, his eyes still closed. "Not so fast Hermione."
Hermione's temper raged. "Let me up, I'm going home." She snapped.
He smiled, his eyes still tightly shut. "Go right ahead, love. I'll be here when you get back." He promised releasing her small frame from his firm grasp.
She stood haughtily, dressed herself and opened the door. "I'm not coming back." She spat over her shoulder, slamming the door on his irritating laughter.
She stomped down the steps thoroughly infuriated. She reached the brick wall where her broom was precariously balanced. She swiped it heatedly, climbed on and took off for her apartment.
She landed smoothly in front of the red brick building and sighed happily, she would never see Malfoy again. Good. She walked up the six flights of stairs heralding her living quarters.
She opened the door and her jaw hit the floor. Her entire apartment had been stripped of furniture. A well dressed brunette shuffled softly around the building. Her eyes fell upon Hermione and she smiled. "Hello."
"What happened?" Hermione demanded.
"Beg your pardon?" Asked the lady politely.
"This is my apartment! What happened?"
"I'm sorry young lady, but you're confused, the former resident of this apartment moved, and it's been sold again." The lady explained patiently.
Hermione took a deep, calming breath "Who bought it?" Maybe she could buy it back.
The women produced a clipboard from the folds of her briefcase and searched the pages carefully. "Ah, yes, here it is. A man by the name of Malfoy."
Hermione's rage built again "What?" She turned on her heel, practically leaped down the steps, boarded her broom flying at breakneck speed for Hogwarts.
She stormed into her bedroom furiously. There was Draco, drinking tea and reading a book. He looked up "I thought you weren't coming back."
She pounced on him, the sheer force pf the leap tumbling them both to the floor. "You damn bastard! What have you done with my things?!" She drummed on his chest with her fists. He shackled her wrists with one hand easily. "Be still love, your things are at my mansion."
She stopped struggling against his strength and sighed as he lifted them both off the ground. He swung her legs up and cradled her frame against his own. "Why are you doing this to me?" She asked sorrowfully "I never did anything to you except slap you and you deserved it."
He ignored her insult "I thought I explained this, baby. You belong with me. And now that the ritual is complete, you and I must stay together. We can't do that if you stay in your apartment."
"But I don't want to live with you." She pleaded. She wasn't stupid, she knew from here on out he called the shots. If she wanted something she would have to ask him for it.
"Come on, love let's go home." He carried her down the steps and placed her feet gently on the floor.
"I don't understand."
He smiled, softening his features. "Neither do I. Say goodbye to your friends."
She shook her head. "I just want my life back."
He scooped her up again smoothly and placed her on her broom stick. "Follow me." He instructed gently.
She nodded. What choice did she have?
Don't worry, the next chapter will be more interesting. I promise.