Screaming Infidelities
Chapter Two
By: countyourchange
Disclaimer: I own no rights to Harry Potter, or own any rights to Dashboard Confessional's songs. Darn.
Onward!
"So, where have you been?" Draco Malfoy asked, stretching back in the crimson, lightly cushioned booth, across from a sour-looking Hermione Granger.
"You know where I've been," Hermione said, her voice sounding much more crude than she had wanted it to. Draco smirked. Hermione placed her hands in her lap, and began to twiddle her thumbs; a nervous habit.
Draco smirked. He remembered many times before when she had twiddled her thumbs in his presence. Almost every time they met, actually. "Well, actually, according to the Daily Prophet 'Best Sellers List', you've been in London."
"Stalking me now? There's an all time low, even for you," she said, malice returning to her regular soft, sweet voice. It was still there, all right; it had never actually left.
"Now why would I, Draco Malfoy, stalk a married 24-year-old?" he asked, a familiar glint of mischief shinning in his brilliant gray-silver eyes. He blinked lazily at her, almost appearing to try to make himself look innocent.
"Maybe because you still feel it too," Hermione said, blushing a deep shade of red, previously unknown to wizard-kind. She looked embarrassed, and quite ashamed in herself. Draco quirked a light golden blonde eyebrow.
"Feel what?, Miss Granger?" Draco Malfoy asked. The same cocky tone from school still there. Hermione's insides screamed at herself. Yet, part of her yearned to know what could have happened. The part of Hermione she had promised herself she'd leave behind.
"Do not test my patience, Draco Malfoy," she said abruptly, grabbing her bag, and swinging it forcefully over her shoulder, stalking out of the cafe, not looking back once.
Draco sat alone in the cafe, after Hermione had so rudely left. He sighed heavily through his nose.
"Hermione Granger. Light's my fire..." he said to himself, staring at the place she had been just seconds before. He could still have her. Just like he had her all those years ago.
- - - - -
Once Hermione had gotten to her house just outside of the city, she leaned against her closed door and shut her eyes. She was thankful that Ron was not home, working at the Ministry in his father's old position had kept him tied up rather frequently.
Draco Malfoy, Hermione thought. Where had he gone? What had happened to him, him and his great plans? What a heap of nonsense, she thought once more. He would never change; all talk, no action. Well, I know thats not true...Hermione thought, smiling.
Hermione sighed once more, eyes glassing over. Seeing him again was beyond words. It was perfect, to simply put it. The years since school had definitely been an advantage. He looked magnificent to say the least...
Quickly realizing what she was thinking, Hermione forced her eyes open and put a cold hand to her soft skin. Seven years after school, and the boy was still affecting her. He's no boy, Hermione countered, he's very much a man...
Glowering with frustration, Hermione stormed into her bathroom and angrily forced the faucet on and splashed extremely cold water onto her porcelain skin.
"I do not still love him. I never did love him," Hermione said to her reflection, her skin uncomfortable and blotchy. "I do not love him," she repeated. But, there was something in her eyes. Something unavoidable. "Oh my, I still love him. I'm in love with Draco Malfoy."
A/N: Sorry this chapter isn't the longest in history, but I needed to end it there so it would be...er...a cliffhanger-ish sorta thing. Yeah, ok, I'll shut up now...:) Thanks to ALL the reviewers!! Cookies and Milk to all!!
Chapter Two
By: countyourchange
Disclaimer: I own no rights to Harry Potter, or own any rights to Dashboard Confessional's songs. Darn.
Onward!
"So, where have you been?" Draco Malfoy asked, stretching back in the crimson, lightly cushioned booth, across from a sour-looking Hermione Granger.
"You know where I've been," Hermione said, her voice sounding much more crude than she had wanted it to. Draco smirked. Hermione placed her hands in her lap, and began to twiddle her thumbs; a nervous habit.
Draco smirked. He remembered many times before when she had twiddled her thumbs in his presence. Almost every time they met, actually. "Well, actually, according to the Daily Prophet 'Best Sellers List', you've been in London."
"Stalking me now? There's an all time low, even for you," she said, malice returning to her regular soft, sweet voice. It was still there, all right; it had never actually left.
"Now why would I, Draco Malfoy, stalk a married 24-year-old?" he asked, a familiar glint of mischief shinning in his brilliant gray-silver eyes. He blinked lazily at her, almost appearing to try to make himself look innocent.
"Maybe because you still feel it too," Hermione said, blushing a deep shade of red, previously unknown to wizard-kind. She looked embarrassed, and quite ashamed in herself. Draco quirked a light golden blonde eyebrow.
"Feel what?, Miss Granger?" Draco Malfoy asked. The same cocky tone from school still there. Hermione's insides screamed at herself. Yet, part of her yearned to know what could have happened. The part of Hermione she had promised herself she'd leave behind.
"Do not test my patience, Draco Malfoy," she said abruptly, grabbing her bag, and swinging it forcefully over her shoulder, stalking out of the cafe, not looking back once.
Draco sat alone in the cafe, after Hermione had so rudely left. He sighed heavily through his nose.
"Hermione Granger. Light's my fire..." he said to himself, staring at the place she had been just seconds before. He could still have her. Just like he had her all those years ago.
- - - - -
Once Hermione had gotten to her house just outside of the city, she leaned against her closed door and shut her eyes. She was thankful that Ron was not home, working at the Ministry in his father's old position had kept him tied up rather frequently.
Draco Malfoy, Hermione thought. Where had he gone? What had happened to him, him and his great plans? What a heap of nonsense, she thought once more. He would never change; all talk, no action. Well, I know thats not true...Hermione thought, smiling.
Hermione sighed once more, eyes glassing over. Seeing him again was beyond words. It was perfect, to simply put it. The years since school had definitely been an advantage. He looked magnificent to say the least...
Quickly realizing what she was thinking, Hermione forced her eyes open and put a cold hand to her soft skin. Seven years after school, and the boy was still affecting her. He's no boy, Hermione countered, he's very much a man...
Glowering with frustration, Hermione stormed into her bathroom and angrily forced the faucet on and splashed extremely cold water onto her porcelain skin.
"I do not still love him. I never did love him," Hermione said to her reflection, her skin uncomfortable and blotchy. "I do not love him," she repeated. But, there was something in her eyes. Something unavoidable. "Oh my, I still love him. I'm in love with Draco Malfoy."
A/N: Sorry this chapter isn't the longest in history, but I needed to end it there so it would be...er...a cliffhanger-ish sorta thing. Yeah, ok, I'll shut up now...:) Thanks to ALL the reviewers!! Cookies and Milk to all!!