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Someday
Ch. 7 Back to Square One
Draco awoke early the next morning in Hermione's bed. She was still asleep, and the sun was pouring through the cracks in the blinds on the windows. He was still nude from their all night sexual tryst. He walked over and grabbed his clothes and put them back on. He looked at Hermione, with mixed emotions. He had gotten what he wanted from her, yet he still wanted more. Last night had filled him with more desire than satisfaction, and it was taking every fiber in his being to leave her. But he still hated her, infuriated her. He closed the door quietly and picked up the phone. The dial tone was back on, indicating that the lines were back up. Quickly, he dialed Triple J's number and requested for service where he had left his truck.
It was not for another couple of hours that Hermione awoke. She turned over and her heart dropped when she saw she woke up alone. In fact, there was no evidence that Draco was even around. She quickly grabbed her terry cloth robe hanging on the bed post and walked out into the hallway. Still no signs of Draco. Hermione's heart squeezed as she realized that Draco had indeed left her. A tear slipped down her cheek as she tried to hold back her anger and frustration. She felt used. He hadn't any true feelings for her at all, he simply just wanted her.
"Well, if that's how it's going to be, then fine." She declared. She fixed herself a quick breakfast of toast and orange juice and read the paper. The storm had knocked out power all over the city last night, and had left nearly 3 inches of rain. No one was injured, and the forecast called for sunshine for the rest of the week.
Hermione sighed a heavy breath and walked back to her bedroom and freed herself of her robe. She walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower. She wanted to wash away every bit of pain and anger from Draco. God, how could she have given in to his desires? No one uses Hermione Granger and gets away with it. If he only wanted to use me as a one night stand, so be it! She thought. Stepping into the warm cascades of water, she scrubbed furiously at her skin, determined to rid herself of Malfoy.
Draco returned to his residence to find that his power was out. The water still ran, and he still had a dial tone when he picked up his phone, but the electricity failed to come alive. With a sigh of frustration, Draco headed towards the basement and checked out the circuit box. He stepped down onto the landing of his well furbished basement, but his thoughts went straight to Hermione; her soft body on top of hers when she fell, the intensity of her eyes, the passion in her kisses.
Draco concentrated on the circuit breaker, but all seemed to be in tact. Fuck, he thought to himself. He slammed the box door shut and stomped back upstairs. He was hard thinking about Hermione, and he wanted her again. He hadn't expected himself to feel this way about her. He thought that after one night he'd be done with her and he could get on with his life. Dammit if she wasn't hot in bed. The way her hands grazed his back drove him crazy.
Hermione stepped out of the shower, refreshed, ready to take on the day. She would not allow herself to think about Draco Malfoy. She slipped on her bathing suit and threw her hair up into a pony tail and grabbed the book still lying in her hammock. After searching through the linen closet for a clean towel, she put on a pair of sunglasses and walked down the dock. She slathered on tanning lotion and lied out and let the sun heat her skin. She wouldn't be out for very long, she promised herself, and she would take the jet ski out for another spin before getting to work on her summer homework. She would keep herself busy for the next four weeks, and would not let herself think of Harry, Ron, or Draco.
He had to see her again. He would explode if he didn't have her soon.
"Dammit, Malfoy, this isn't what you should be feeling. You've had your fun, go find some other girl to shag." But his heart had other plans. Was he developing feelings for Granger? Nah, he just liked to piss her off. He found a sick pleasure in annoying her and bringing her anger to its limit. Reserved, he grabbed a pair of swim trunks and walked down to his dock. He would go see her, taunt her, tease her.
The warm sun and the quiet surroundings had caused Hermione to drift off to sleep. Which was entirely unfortunate, because her book had just begun to describe the passionate romance that had become of the characters in the story. She was in a deeper sleep than she realized, because she didn't hear the slow purr of an engine coming to rest.
By Merlin she was sexy. Her sunglasses, the two piece triangle tie bathing suit that just barely covered her most intimate parts and just the thought of him running his hands through her hair caused his penis to spring into action. He calmed himself down before hopping off the jet ski and onto dock. She had been asleep, and hadn't realized that he was around.
"Afternoon Granger. Out to try and color that pasty pale ass of yours?" he taunted as he bent over her.
She did not stir, but little did he know that her eyes were opened and the urge to spit on him was almost excruciating.
He looked confused. "Granger? You awake? Or did playing dominatrix last night tire you out?"
That did it. Before he had anytime to jump back, Hermione's foot had socked him right in his balls and knocked the wind out of him. He jumped backwards in a fit of pain and doubled over. Unfortunately, he walked back a little too far because he lost his balance and fell into the water.
"Dammit, bitch! What the fuck was that for?" he managed to squeak out.
"Next time you feel like using me for one of your little sex charades, just remember how you feel right now, and then multiply it by a thousand. You disgusting bastard, thinking you could use me and get away with it. Well fuck you!" She turned on her heel and headed towards the lake house.
"You know you liked it, Granger! Every moment that you and I were together you loved it, and you still want more of it," Draco scoffed. She merely ignored his retort and fled to the back porch, opened the door to her living room and slammed it.
"Merlin he is infuriating!!!" She sank down on the couch, and she sobbed.
Someday
Ch. 7 Back to Square One
Draco awoke early the next morning in Hermione's bed. She was still asleep, and the sun was pouring through the cracks in the blinds on the windows. He was still nude from their all night sexual tryst. He walked over and grabbed his clothes and put them back on. He looked at Hermione, with mixed emotions. He had gotten what he wanted from her, yet he still wanted more. Last night had filled him with more desire than satisfaction, and it was taking every fiber in his being to leave her. But he still hated her, infuriated her. He closed the door quietly and picked up the phone. The dial tone was back on, indicating that the lines were back up. Quickly, he dialed Triple J's number and requested for service where he had left his truck.
It was not for another couple of hours that Hermione awoke. She turned over and her heart dropped when she saw she woke up alone. In fact, there was no evidence that Draco was even around. She quickly grabbed her terry cloth robe hanging on the bed post and walked out into the hallway. Still no signs of Draco. Hermione's heart squeezed as she realized that Draco had indeed left her. A tear slipped down her cheek as she tried to hold back her anger and frustration. She felt used. He hadn't any true feelings for her at all, he simply just wanted her.
"Well, if that's how it's going to be, then fine." She declared. She fixed herself a quick breakfast of toast and orange juice and read the paper. The storm had knocked out power all over the city last night, and had left nearly 3 inches of rain. No one was injured, and the forecast called for sunshine for the rest of the week.
Hermione sighed a heavy breath and walked back to her bedroom and freed herself of her robe. She walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower. She wanted to wash away every bit of pain and anger from Draco. God, how could she have given in to his desires? No one uses Hermione Granger and gets away with it. If he only wanted to use me as a one night stand, so be it! She thought. Stepping into the warm cascades of water, she scrubbed furiously at her skin, determined to rid herself of Malfoy.
Draco returned to his residence to find that his power was out. The water still ran, and he still had a dial tone when he picked up his phone, but the electricity failed to come alive. With a sigh of frustration, Draco headed towards the basement and checked out the circuit box. He stepped down onto the landing of his well furbished basement, but his thoughts went straight to Hermione; her soft body on top of hers when she fell, the intensity of her eyes, the passion in her kisses.
Draco concentrated on the circuit breaker, but all seemed to be in tact. Fuck, he thought to himself. He slammed the box door shut and stomped back upstairs. He was hard thinking about Hermione, and he wanted her again. He hadn't expected himself to feel this way about her. He thought that after one night he'd be done with her and he could get on with his life. Dammit if she wasn't hot in bed. The way her hands grazed his back drove him crazy.
Hermione stepped out of the shower, refreshed, ready to take on the day. She would not allow herself to think about Draco Malfoy. She slipped on her bathing suit and threw her hair up into a pony tail and grabbed the book still lying in her hammock. After searching through the linen closet for a clean towel, she put on a pair of sunglasses and walked down the dock. She slathered on tanning lotion and lied out and let the sun heat her skin. She wouldn't be out for very long, she promised herself, and she would take the jet ski out for another spin before getting to work on her summer homework. She would keep herself busy for the next four weeks, and would not let herself think of Harry, Ron, or Draco.
He had to see her again. He would explode if he didn't have her soon.
"Dammit, Malfoy, this isn't what you should be feeling. You've had your fun, go find some other girl to shag." But his heart had other plans. Was he developing feelings for Granger? Nah, he just liked to piss her off. He found a sick pleasure in annoying her and bringing her anger to its limit. Reserved, he grabbed a pair of swim trunks and walked down to his dock. He would go see her, taunt her, tease her.
The warm sun and the quiet surroundings had caused Hermione to drift off to sleep. Which was entirely unfortunate, because her book had just begun to describe the passionate romance that had become of the characters in the story. She was in a deeper sleep than she realized, because she didn't hear the slow purr of an engine coming to rest.
By Merlin she was sexy. Her sunglasses, the two piece triangle tie bathing suit that just barely covered her most intimate parts and just the thought of him running his hands through her hair caused his penis to spring into action. He calmed himself down before hopping off the jet ski and onto dock. She had been asleep, and hadn't realized that he was around.
"Afternoon Granger. Out to try and color that pasty pale ass of yours?" he taunted as he bent over her.
She did not stir, but little did he know that her eyes were opened and the urge to spit on him was almost excruciating.
He looked confused. "Granger? You awake? Or did playing dominatrix last night tire you out?"
That did it. Before he had anytime to jump back, Hermione's foot had socked him right in his balls and knocked the wind out of him. He jumped backwards in a fit of pain and doubled over. Unfortunately, he walked back a little too far because he lost his balance and fell into the water.
"Dammit, bitch! What the fuck was that for?" he managed to squeak out.
"Next time you feel like using me for one of your little sex charades, just remember how you feel right now, and then multiply it by a thousand. You disgusting bastard, thinking you could use me and get away with it. Well fuck you!" She turned on her heel and headed towards the lake house.
"You know you liked it, Granger! Every moment that you and I were together you loved it, and you still want more of it," Draco scoffed. She merely ignored his retort and fled to the back porch, opened the door to her living room and slammed it.
"Merlin he is infuriating!!!" She sank down on the couch, and she sobbed.