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Draco woke up the next morning, feeling refreshed. He stretched his arms in the sunlight and scratched his head. He yawned, and felt beside him. He looked to see that Hermione had gone. Draco hopped out of bed, and showered.
Hermione woke at almost the same time, but she awoke to a dark, dusty room with no sunlight. She frowned as she got out of bed, and walked into the little bathroom. She started brushing her teeth, looking at herself in the mirror. She looked down at what she was wearing: a red nightie. The smiled as she thought about her day with Draco today, she was going to make it better. She quickly finished getting ready, and left the room to go and find Draco.
Draco stood infront of the grand mirror in his bathroom shaving carefully. He heard a knock at the door, and yelled 'Come in!'
Hermione strolled in, wearing a red turtleneck with a black short skirt. She leaned on the side of the bathroom door, and smiled at Draco. He returned the smile, and quickly finished shaving. He embraced her waiste, and pulled her toward him, kissing her lips softly.
'I really, really enjoyed last night, Hermione,' Draco said, smiling down at her. Hermione stepped away, looking confused.
'What are you talking about.. ?' Hermione asked as Draco tried to put his hands around her again, but she took them away. Draco looked frustrated, and laughed strangely.
'Um, you came to me room, we.. made love like we had not in so long. Please tell me you didnt forget that? How could you forget that?' Draco demanded, stepping toward her again. She slapped his face, hard.
'I dont know what you are talking about! Why are you doing this to me, Draco! What, did you go completely fucking crazy when you were gone or something? Get away from me!' Hermione shouted angrily when Draco tried to touch her.
'Hermione! Please! I swear, I saw you last night! It was you, wasnt it?' Draco said, tears forming in his eyes, he was choking out his words. Hermione could see that Draco really thought she came last night to see him. All knew was that she most definately did not, but she had a feeling who it might have been. Hermione hugged him, doubtful, but she did anyway. Draco started to cry.
'I.. I know who.. who did this,' Draco stuttered, crying now as he hugged Hermione tightly. Hermione nodded. She did too.
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Hermione followed Draco as he walked briskly down the hall to Gestafinas room. He pounded on the locked door, and yelled for her to let him in. There was no answer. Hermione moved Draco back, and said the spell to unlock the door. It flew open, and they felt a gust of wind. The red curtains flew around the opened windows, and they were a little scared to go in. But, nonetheless, Draco stormed in and called for her. Hermione noticed the bathroom door was closed shut, but there was a light streaming from the bottom of the door. Hermione nudged Dracos arm, and pointed to it. He went right over to the door, and pounded on it.
'Gestafine! Open the door you stupid bitch! I know what you did, you whore!' Draco screamed, pounding again. Hermione stood there, angry and crossing her arms, but she was happy that Draco was so mad at the bitch. Draco opened the door finally, which was not locked, and he gasped.
Hermione screamed as she saw Gestafina in the bath, blood everywhere. Smeared on the wall were the words, 'Ich liebe dich Draco, Sie habe mich fŸr immer,' written in blood. Gestafinas blood. Draco mouthed the words written on the wall, and looked at Gestafinas dead, lifeless corpse. He knew why she had killed herself. He knew why she posed as Hermione last night, and so didnt Hermione. Hermione almost felt sorry for the girl. All her life, she had wanted one man: Draco Malfoy, her cousin. She had never loved or even looked at anyone else. She just wanted to make love to Draco once before she killed herself, because she loved him so. Gestafina hated herself for loving Draco, and she knew she could never have him, so she took her own life. For a moment, that just stood there, looking.
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Hermione wanted to go back to that Hotel in Berlin. She hated being in a house where Death was. First Gustof, then his sister. They buried her next to Gustof, and the day of the burial it was also raining. Hermione thought what a troubled time, for a very troubled family. On the ride back to the hotel, it was quiet as they drove through the countryside of Germany. Hermione could not wait to leave this place.
'I was thinking, Hermione. I rather like it here. Gustofs parents and I talked yesterday, and they granted me full authority over Gustofs assets. That means, I have his manor, his cars, his stocks, everything,' Draco said, staring ahead, driving fast in that same black rental car. Hermione looked uncomfortable. Draco was implying that they live in Gustofs manor. If it was in any other country, and owned by anyone but Gustof, then yes she would have loved to live there. Hermione as about to say something, when Draco cut her off.
'I mean, you dont have to agree to anything. I could teach you German, and we could live there. We could fix it up to your liking. Its just that, that place has been in the Malfoy family for almost a 1000 years. I.. just cant sell it, its like my responsibility,' Draco said, trying to convince her that it would be ok. Hermione realized that she was being selfish. She had Draco, and thats all she needed. She agreed, but she was not happy with the idea of living in Germany still.
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Draco woke up the next morning, feeling refreshed. He stretched his arms in the sunlight and scratched his head. He yawned, and felt beside him. He looked to see that Hermione had gone. Draco hopped out of bed, and showered.
Hermione woke at almost the same time, but she awoke to a dark, dusty room with no sunlight. She frowned as she got out of bed, and walked into the little bathroom. She started brushing her teeth, looking at herself in the mirror. She looked down at what she was wearing: a red nightie. The smiled as she thought about her day with Draco today, she was going to make it better. She quickly finished getting ready, and left the room to go and find Draco.
Draco stood infront of the grand mirror in his bathroom shaving carefully. He heard a knock at the door, and yelled 'Come in!'
Hermione strolled in, wearing a red turtleneck with a black short skirt. She leaned on the side of the bathroom door, and smiled at Draco. He returned the smile, and quickly finished shaving. He embraced her waiste, and pulled her toward him, kissing her lips softly.
'I really, really enjoyed last night, Hermione,' Draco said, smiling down at her. Hermione stepped away, looking confused.
'What are you talking about.. ?' Hermione asked as Draco tried to put his hands around her again, but she took them away. Draco looked frustrated, and laughed strangely.
'Um, you came to me room, we.. made love like we had not in so long. Please tell me you didnt forget that? How could you forget that?' Draco demanded, stepping toward her again. She slapped his face, hard.
'I dont know what you are talking about! Why are you doing this to me, Draco! What, did you go completely fucking crazy when you were gone or something? Get away from me!' Hermione shouted angrily when Draco tried to touch her.
'Hermione! Please! I swear, I saw you last night! It was you, wasnt it?' Draco said, tears forming in his eyes, he was choking out his words. Hermione could see that Draco really thought she came last night to see him. All knew was that she most definately did not, but she had a feeling who it might have been. Hermione hugged him, doubtful, but she did anyway. Draco started to cry.
'I.. I know who.. who did this,' Draco stuttered, crying now as he hugged Hermione tightly. Hermione nodded. She did too.
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Hermione followed Draco as he walked briskly down the hall to Gestafinas room. He pounded on the locked door, and yelled for her to let him in. There was no answer. Hermione moved Draco back, and said the spell to unlock the door. It flew open, and they felt a gust of wind. The red curtains flew around the opened windows, and they were a little scared to go in. But, nonetheless, Draco stormed in and called for her. Hermione noticed the bathroom door was closed shut, but there was a light streaming from the bottom of the door. Hermione nudged Dracos arm, and pointed to it. He went right over to the door, and pounded on it.
'Gestafine! Open the door you stupid bitch! I know what you did, you whore!' Draco screamed, pounding again. Hermione stood there, angry and crossing her arms, but she was happy that Draco was so mad at the bitch. Draco opened the door finally, which was not locked, and he gasped.
Hermione screamed as she saw Gestafina in the bath, blood everywhere. Smeared on the wall were the words, 'Ich liebe dich Draco, Sie habe mich fŸr immer,' written in blood. Gestafinas blood. Draco mouthed the words written on the wall, and looked at Gestafinas dead, lifeless corpse. He knew why she had killed herself. He knew why she posed as Hermione last night, and so didnt Hermione. Hermione almost felt sorry for the girl. All her life, she had wanted one man: Draco Malfoy, her cousin. She had never loved or even looked at anyone else. She just wanted to make love to Draco once before she killed herself, because she loved him so. Gestafina hated herself for loving Draco, and she knew she could never have him, so she took her own life. For a moment, that just stood there, looking.
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Hermione wanted to go back to that Hotel in Berlin. She hated being in a house where Death was. First Gustof, then his sister. They buried her next to Gustof, and the day of the burial it was also raining. Hermione thought what a troubled time, for a very troubled family. On the ride back to the hotel, it was quiet as they drove through the countryside of Germany. Hermione could not wait to leave this place.
'I was thinking, Hermione. I rather like it here. Gustofs parents and I talked yesterday, and they granted me full authority over Gustofs assets. That means, I have his manor, his cars, his stocks, everything,' Draco said, staring ahead, driving fast in that same black rental car. Hermione looked uncomfortable. Draco was implying that they live in Gustofs manor. If it was in any other country, and owned by anyone but Gustof, then yes she would have loved to live there. Hermione as about to say something, when Draco cut her off.
'I mean, you dont have to agree to anything. I could teach you German, and we could live there. We could fix it up to your liking. Its just that, that place has been in the Malfoy family for almost a 1000 years. I.. just cant sell it, its like my responsibility,' Draco said, trying to convince her that it would be ok. Hermione realized that she was being selfish. She had Draco, and thats all she needed. She agreed, but she was not happy with the idea of living in Germany still.