Screaming Infidelities
Chapter One
By: CountYourChange
A/N: This is a kind of weird and twisted fanfic. If this idea has been used, I wouldn't doubt it...And..the chapters will get longer. I promise
Disclaimer: Sadly, I own no rights to Harry Potter, or any Dashboard Confessional songs...*sigh*
Hermione sat restlessly in the dimly lit cafe, strumming her fingers on the side of her mug. Napkins lay strewn out in front of her, scratchy black lettering covering each one, littering their appearances. Raking her hand through her curly mass of hair, she chewed on the lip of her quill.
As soon as her writing inspiration had come, it had left. She stared blankly at the napkins before her, eyeing them, as if she were wishing them to burst into sudden flame. Sighing, and throwing a small handful of wizarding money down on the table, Hermione tossed the small pieces of now useless paper into her handbag, and got up to leave.
Like usual, not paying attention, Hermione bumped into a tall broad shouldered man, who was working his way into the cafe. Muttering her apologies, keeping her head bowed, she noticed her napkins had escaped the hell of her purse.
"Let me help you with those," a very masculine voice cut in; the man she had collided with. He bent over the same moment as she, knocking hands with her as they reached for the same napkin.
Hermione and the man looked up at the same time. Realization dawning on the two magical folk, blocking the entrance to the small cafe.
The man's eyes widened momentarily with suprise, to be quickly covered with the lazy stare they usually had. Yet, Hermione's eyes had never left the man's face, her own blushing scarlet.
"Well, well. If it isn't Hermione Granger," the man said, matter'o'factly.
"Actually, Hermione Weasley, if it matters. And I could say the same for you, Draco Malfoy," Hermione said, her past she had desperately tried to forget, yet yearned to remember quickly rushing back to her, just by seeing the man she had hoped to never see.
A/N: I know that chapter was desperately short, but it needed to be. I couldn't just...I don't know, it didn't seem right to go into anymore detail. But I should have some newer chapters up soon enough, I hope.
Chapter One
By: CountYourChange
A/N: This is a kind of weird and twisted fanfic. If this idea has been used, I wouldn't doubt it...And..the chapters will get longer. I promise
Disclaimer: Sadly, I own no rights to Harry Potter, or any Dashboard Confessional songs...*sigh*
Hermione sat restlessly in the dimly lit cafe, strumming her fingers on the side of her mug. Napkins lay strewn out in front of her, scratchy black lettering covering each one, littering their appearances. Raking her hand through her curly mass of hair, she chewed on the lip of her quill.
As soon as her writing inspiration had come, it had left. She stared blankly at the napkins before her, eyeing them, as if she were wishing them to burst into sudden flame. Sighing, and throwing a small handful of wizarding money down on the table, Hermione tossed the small pieces of now useless paper into her handbag, and got up to leave.
Like usual, not paying attention, Hermione bumped into a tall broad shouldered man, who was working his way into the cafe. Muttering her apologies, keeping her head bowed, she noticed her napkins had escaped the hell of her purse.
"Let me help you with those," a very masculine voice cut in; the man she had collided with. He bent over the same moment as she, knocking hands with her as they reached for the same napkin.
Hermione and the man looked up at the same time. Realization dawning on the two magical folk, blocking the entrance to the small cafe.
The man's eyes widened momentarily with suprise, to be quickly covered with the lazy stare they usually had. Yet, Hermione's eyes had never left the man's face, her own blushing scarlet.
"Well, well. If it isn't Hermione Granger," the man said, matter'o'factly.
"Actually, Hermione Weasley, if it matters. And I could say the same for you, Draco Malfoy," Hermione said, her past she had desperately tried to forget, yet yearned to remember quickly rushing back to her, just by seeing the man she had hoped to never see.
A/N: I know that chapter was desperately short, but it needed to be. I couldn't just...I don't know, it didn't seem right to go into anymore detail. But I should have some newer chapters up soon enough, I hope.