Disclaimer: Aren't these things so pointless? Everyone knows I don't own
it, so why do I bother? Cappuccinos are yummy.
A/N: This is a joint effort between me and my beta reader, who is also my best friend. We work well together because she's the only person who's not too afraid of me to tell me when something I've written sounds stupid. This is a super short chappie, and I'm really sorry, but things have been kinda hectic lately. I'm going to try to get the next one up before Tuesday, though. And since I posted this on Sunday, I don't think that should be a problem, as I have the next chapter and a half typed and waiting, and I'll be on all evening anyway. Well, enjoy, and R&R!
Chapter Three: A Closed Door
Back in her own room, Hermione clad herself with various shapeless articles of clothing, as she was fairly disgusted with Draco's forwardness. Just as she was pulling her hair out of the back of her shirt, there was a knock at her door. "Go away!" she yelled.
"Let me talk to you!" responded the voice from behind the locked door.
"I'm not going to stop you!" she shouted.
"I'm sorry."
"Really?" came the sarcastic reply.
"Yes."
"That's good, because I want this to be as unpleasant for you as it is for me. That way, you'll know better next time, won't you? I f there is a next time, that is."
"Mione, I."
She cut him off "You know what, Draco, don't. Just don't. I want to be mad at you for awhile. You betrayed my trust. That was disrespectful, and something I would expect ~Ron~ to do. Not you. There isn't anything you can do right now to 'make it up to me.' Don't even try."
"I'm sorry."
"I know. Now go away."
He did.
A/N: I told you it was short, but there will be another one within the next two days. Promise. If there isn't, assume I'm either dead or grounded. Oh, yes, and to reduce confusion, and for future reference: ~X~ means italics, 'X' means characters thoughts, **X** means bold, and "X" means dialogue, as usual.
Well, later, dudes and dudettes! ( ;) LOL! )
A/N: This is a joint effort between me and my beta reader, who is also my best friend. We work well together because she's the only person who's not too afraid of me to tell me when something I've written sounds stupid. This is a super short chappie, and I'm really sorry, but things have been kinda hectic lately. I'm going to try to get the next one up before Tuesday, though. And since I posted this on Sunday, I don't think that should be a problem, as I have the next chapter and a half typed and waiting, and I'll be on all evening anyway. Well, enjoy, and R&R!
Chapter Three: A Closed Door
Back in her own room, Hermione clad herself with various shapeless articles of clothing, as she was fairly disgusted with Draco's forwardness. Just as she was pulling her hair out of the back of her shirt, there was a knock at her door. "Go away!" she yelled.
"Let me talk to you!" responded the voice from behind the locked door.
"I'm not going to stop you!" she shouted.
"I'm sorry."
"Really?" came the sarcastic reply.
"Yes."
"That's good, because I want this to be as unpleasant for you as it is for me. That way, you'll know better next time, won't you? I f there is a next time, that is."
"Mione, I."
She cut him off "You know what, Draco, don't. Just don't. I want to be mad at you for awhile. You betrayed my trust. That was disrespectful, and something I would expect ~Ron~ to do. Not you. There isn't anything you can do right now to 'make it up to me.' Don't even try."
"I'm sorry."
"I know. Now go away."
He did.
A/N: I told you it was short, but there will be another one within the next two days. Promise. If there isn't, assume I'm either dead or grounded. Oh, yes, and to reduce confusion, and for future reference: ~X~ means italics, 'X' means characters thoughts, **X** means bold, and "X" means dialogue, as usual.
Well, later, dudes and dudettes! ( ;) LOL! )