NAME: Death by Dominatrix
AUTHOR: Stupid_Girl_of_Cold
SUMMARY: Hermione Granger is a muggle detective for a detective agency in New York City, New York. She's smart, beautiful, and she is a hard ass. After Hogwarts, she had gone into the Navy and now she was the best detective in New York. When two unexpected people are murdered, she goes to London for the funeral, only to find that the murderer has gone over seas to New York, and was striking there, so she has to team up with London's best detective, Draco Malfoy, to find the murderer before they strike another person that is important to Hermione.
DISCLAIMER: I wouldn't write a fan fiction if I owned anything.
RAITING: R
REASON: Sexual humor, sexual content, crude language, and violence.
OK!! Christmas Special! Chapter 1! I hope you like. Oh, and I admit that Draco is OOC, but hey, I DON'T CARE!
Chapter Summary: Hermione and Draco have sex in the back of a cab, they have Fred and George's funeral, and Hermione and Draco are sent off to Miami, looking for the killer who had recently killed in New York.
LEMON FOR YOU!!
CHAPTER 5.
Hermione sat in the cab, next to Draco. Dumbledore had passed them each a folder of the evidence that they would need to know. Hermione had reluctantly gotten into the cab with Draco, and she really didn't want to be alone with him.
'Come on 'Mione, you should get him back for ruining you.' Her little voice said. Hermione didn't know what to do except for sit deathly close to the window on her side of the purple cab.
They were cut off from the wizard on the other side by black glass and he couldn't hear anything they said because there was an unbreakable silence charm on the glass. Wizards needed privacy, too you know.
"Granger." Someone said. Hermione looked over at Draco and saw him looking intently at her.
"Yes?" she asked, trying not to scream and run away.
"I was, uh, wondering if you, um, wanted to, uh, get something to eat and talk about the case?" Draco asked. Hermione raised an eyebrow at him. She looked at the large clock that was floating above the Shrieking Shack and noticed it was almost 6:00 and she hadn't eaten anything since the night before because the airplane food was awful. 'Why was he nervous?' Hermione asked herself. 'Oh yeah. He was probably afraid of rejection.' She finished.
"No way in hell." Hermione snapped. He looked put out and he sat back, looking out his window.
"I knew I shouldn't have hurt you." He said out loud. Hermione looked at him, an eyebrow raised. "I mean, if I hadn't, maybe you would let me take you out to dinner." He continued. "But . . . ouch!" Draco bellowed. The cab had taken a sharp turn and had hit a bump, sending Hermione into his lap, hitting her head on his.
"Ow." Hermione said, holding her forehead. Draco clapped his hand onto his forehead and the cab hit another jolty bump, sending Draco's face into Hermione's chest. "Malfoy!" she screeched, pushing his head away from her cleavage. She tried to get off his lap, but failed because the cab was hitting a series of rough bumps.
Draco fell forward, carrying Hermione with him, onto the carpeted floor of the carriage. He landed on top of her but that quickly changed as they hit another huge bump, sending them up into the air and switching Hermione to be on top of him. The bumps gave a five-second pause, giving Draco a long enough pause to make a perverted comment.
"I kind of like this position. If only we were naked." He said. They hit yet more bumps, causing Hermione to fly up off of him, and then came back down, landing on his lap. "Yup. If only." He said. Hermione was going to sock him in the face, but the bumps came back in short intervals, making her bounce a few good times on his lap. He put his hands on her hips and forced her back down onto his lap, stopping her from bouncing because he was already starting to show through his trousers. The bumps stopped, but the ride did not. They still had fifteen solid minutes.
"Malfoy." She scowled. "You are such a perverted pig." She said, trying to get up, but he had a tight grip on her hips. He sat up, pushing his bulge into her inner thighs and looked her in the eyes.
"Sorry, Granger." He said. Hermione breathed deeply, trying to keep herself composed, and rolled her eyes.
"Whatever, Malfoy." She sneered. Her face turned from his and she looked out the window at the sunset and the orange horizon.
"Hermione . . .." he started until her face turned sharply to his, glaring. "Please. Let me take you out to dinner." He said. She was still sitting on his lap, his hands still on her hips, and his bulge still pressing into her. 'Here's your chance 'Mione!' her voice yelled. 'No. That would be childish.' She said to her voice. 'I'll leave you alone.' It persuaded. 'Done.' Hermione said.
"Fine. I'll go to dinner with you. But only because we can work on the case." Hermione told him. His face lit up and Hermione almost felt bad about what she was going to do. "Well I'll get up then." She said. She started to get up, but faked that she couldn't and landed back onto his bulge. You could almost hear him moan. Hermione felt heat go through her body and land in the place between her legs. 'Focus.' Hermione told herself. "Oh. Sorry." She said. She tried to get up again, but fell back down. He fell backwards with a moan and Hermione tried hard not to smile.
"Granger." He growled. Something in Hermione clicked. It sounded so good when he growled her name. She wanted to hear it again.
"What, Malfoy?" she asked, her eyebrows rising. His hands were back onto her hips, making her grind into him. Hermione shivered and got a vision in her head of him puncturing her soft skin with something other than a dagger. Hermione snapped out her trance and she looked down at his face and saw a look of ecstasy on his face. She grinded her hips into him voluntarily, and put her arms on the cab couch behind her. He moaned again.
"Granger." He growled warningly.
"Yes?" she asked. He snapped up and started nibbling, kissing, and sucking on her neck. Hermione was taken by surprise. She started to push him off, until his hand excaped up under her skirt. Two fingers went under the band of her lacy white underwear and slipped inside of her. Hermione gasped and she swiveled her hips. "Malfoy." She warned. He looked at her, mischief in his eyes.
"Yes?" he asked. Hermione tried her hardest to glare at him, but it was no use. She put her hands in front of her and unzipped his pants, relieving his erection, the plan long forgotten. She grabbed it and her eyes got big. Now those visions of her and him locked together in sex were flooding in. He slipped another finger into her and Hermione cried out, throwing her head back. His thumb also slipped under the hem of her panties and started to rub her most sensitive area.
"God Malfoy." Hermione breathed. She started to stroke his member and he groaned into her neck. She started to give him a hand job and he started to moan along with her, still keeping up his stroking methods.
"Say my name." He breathed into her ear.
"Malfoy." She gasped out and he rubbed her more vigorously.
"Wrong answer, Hermione." He hinted. Hermione didn't think to hesitate.
"Oh god, Draco!" she screamed, after she tried helplessly not to.
"That's what I like to hear." He said, working with his fingers to finish her off. Hermione could feel herself starting to climax as she worked him into pleasurable bliss.
She came first, with him right behind her. Hermione landed on him when he fell back. They were breathing heavily and their clothes were somewhat damp from the sweat. Hermione gave a small groan and tried to sit up, but she failed and lay back down on top of him, putting their foreheads together. She looked at him and then realization of what she just did hit her and she clambered off of him, only to fall breathlessly onto the cab couch. She covered herself with her skirt and covered her face with her arm. All of a sudden, the cab stopped and Hermione grabbed her folder and disappearated out of the cab and into Ginny's old room, which was empty at the moment.
She had just let THE Draco Malfoy finger her into orgasm. 'Now think about what would happen if it wasn't just his fingers.' Hermione thought. 'I'd probably be at his house, getting fucked in the ass.' She finished thinking.
"Oh shit." Hermione muttered. "That felt soooooo good." Hermione said, flopping down onto the bed. She sighed heavily and closed her eyes.
~*~*~*~*~
He didn't know what got into him. One minute, he was apologizing to her, the next; he was having sex with her in the back seat of a public cab. Ew . . .. 'Negative tons of hygiene points from that certain cab.' Draco thought. Draco really wanted to take her to dinner though. He probably screwed up his chances with her though.
"Why did you have to be such a pervert, Draco?" he asked himself. He then appearated into his house and into his large green and silver room, and he instantly started looking for something. He went into his large closet and pulled out a small box from the very back. He opened it and sighed. Inside was the dagger he had used on her all of those years ago.
"Help." He had heard her yell before he had fully gotten out of earshot of her helpless cries. At the time he didn't care on little bit, but now, he regretted it. Malfoy's weren't supposed to regret anything, but that was when his father was alive. He died long ago, though, and had taken his mother with him, leaving the Malfoy fortune to Draco.
He had heard that she had died, but they had brought her back. He had found out by other sources that she had gone into the American armed forces, instead of Britain's.
"Where's that damn owl?" Draco muttered to himself, looking around his room. He looked to the top of his canopy bed and saw a dark little owl with some white feathers hear and there. "Nilla." He called to it. It flapped its little wings and flew toward him. He stuck out his arm and it landed gently near his wrist. Draco set the bird on the edge of his desk and he started to write a small note to his detective concubine.
Dear Hermione,
I'm sorry about how I acted earlier. It was rude and I was being very inappropriate. At least we have separate bedrooms in Florida. We might have gone too far in the cab back in Hogsmeade, but it was worth it. We'll be leaving tomorrow and I hope I can at least get you dinner there.
Your whatever I am,
Draco Malfoy
Draco closed the letter and tied it with a gold and red ribbon. He tied it to his owl's leg and a parcel with the dagger in it, and he let the owl fly out the window. He sighed after it got out of sight and started to pack for Miami.
~*~*~*~*~
//I'm so tired of being here Suppressed by all of my childish fears If you have to leave I wish that you would just leave
Cuz your presence still lingers here And it won't leave me alone These wounds won't seem to heal This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase
When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears And I held your hand through all of these years But you sti-ill have . . .
All of me//
My Immortal by Evanescence
Georgia and Freda stood next to Fred and George's graves, crying.
"And as they walk through the valley of death, they shall fear no evil . . .." the cleric said loudly over the graveyard. Hermione sighed and looked at the two women who were crying over their deceased husbands.
Hermione looked around the graveyard and her eyes fell onto a blonde standing a good fifty feet away, observing the funeral. She thought back on the night before where she had been sleeping soundly and she had heard a tap on the window. It was a small dark owl. It looked rather nice, unlike the other black owl that had visited her not too long ago. She had gotten up and let it in. She had read the letter and opened the parcel. Inside was the dagger he had killed her with.
"It was worth it?" Hermione asked as she read the letter over again. She had had a restless sleep after that with strange dreams of the day he had attacked her in that classroom, which was now used for Creative Art. 'Figure's.' Hermione had thought.
Draco looked at her and they locked eyes. He was wearing the traditional black, while Hermione was wearing light, sky blue. To Hermione, death was a time for celebration. It was time where your spirit would pass on onto a better life. Hermione had wanted that after she had been pulled back into her body.
Hermione told Harry and Ginny that she would be back and headed over toward Draco. She was holding a medium sized blue purse that was thrown over her shoulder. She walked up to him where he was leaning against a tree and stood two feet away from him, hanging her head a bit.
"Hey." He said.
"Hi." She answered.
"What are you doing over here?" he asked in confusion. She opened her purse and pulled out the dagger.
"I should ask you the same question." She retorted. He sighed and switched his wait. "Why'd you send this to me?" she asked, showing the dagger to him. He looked at it and then to her heart shaped face and shrugged.
"I don't know." He said. She gave him a ticked off look and he sighed. "I thought I would send it to you since, you know, I thought you'd want it." He said. She put it away in her purse and she looked him in the eye.
"Um, about yesterday in the cab . . .." she started. He put an index finger on her lips and she sighed.
"Let's not talk about it right now." He said, returning his hand to his pocket. She looked at him skeptically.
"Why?" she asked.
"This is a funeral, Granger." He told her. She nodded and turned away. He grabbed her hand and she turned her head back toward him. "On the plane." He told her. She only nodded again, took her hand from his grasp, and walked back over to her best friends, not looking back at him until the funeral was over.
Five minutes later, the caskets were lowered into graves and the female twins had to be stopped from jumping in with them. Hermione really did feel for them. The poor things, loosing their husbands, the men they would love for the rest of their lives. Hermione then looked back over to Draco, and he looked back.
~*~*~*~*~
"The flight from London, England to Miami, Florida, please board." A woman said over the intercom.
Hermione had been sitting across from Draco in the lounge, waiting for that message to come overhead. She set down that month's issue of "Gloss", and stood up, grabbing her bag. She had long changed out of her dress and into a black tube top with blue low-rise jeans and black suede stiletto high heels that tide up the front in thin suede shoe strings. Draco stood up, him being in a black muscle shirt and blue baggy jeans with black vans. He had on a pair of sunglasses and his hair wasn't slicked back like it had been at the funeral that morning.
"Ready?" he asked her. She nodded. She hadn't said one word to him since the funeral, and it was getting annoying. They started to walk toward the plane gate, and he talked to her without looking at her. "Why aren't you talking?" he asked, giving the stewardess his ticket. She shrugged and he saw that gesture out of the corner of his eyes. They started to walk down the short suspended hallway and he looked around him, as they got closer to the plane door, and leaned in closer to her. "I don't like the cold shoulder." He told her, slapping her behind, lingering abit to squeeze, and getting onto the plain.
"Ass hole." Hermione muttered to herself as she got into the plain herself. She sat down in the seat next to him and took the ring case out of her purse. She opened it and slid the ring on. Draco saw this movement out of the corner of his eye and he did the same with his ring. "It's good to see you're thinking, honey." Hermione said coldly. He turned her face toward him and kissed her, tongue and all. The only reason Hermione didn't pull back was because either she was totally transfixed, or she didn't want to make people suspicious. Inside, the former won. When he did pull away, Hermione sort of stared at him for a second until quickly looking away.
"Now." He started, taking a magazine from the selection in front of Hermione, which, to Hermione's utter annoyance, was a Victoria's Secret magazine. "You wanted to talk about something." It was more of a statement than a question. Hermione's train of thought slid subconsciously to the little escapade they had the night before and she sighed.
"Yes. I have a question." She told him.
"Shoot." He said, flipping a page in the magazine.
"Why?" she asked.
"Why what?" he asked rhetorically.
"Why did you do it?" She asked him back. He took off his sunglasses and looked her in the eyes.
"Because I wanted to." He told her. He was going to go back to his magazine but Hermione lightly grabbed his chin and made him look at her.
"I want a better answer than that." She told him sternly.
"Hormones?" he suggested with a shrug. She let him go and looked at her Acoustic Girl magazine. "Plus." He said before sighing. "You went along with it." He finished.
"So? You started it." She said, not looking at him.
"Did Miss Hermione Granger get caught in the throws of passion?" he asked in an annoying tone of voice. Hermione's head snapped toward him and she glared.
"No." She said defiantly. He leaned in closer to her and smirked. 'This couldn't be good.' Hermione thought, shivering inwardly as she felt his hot breath on her neck.
"I recall you screaming my name." He told her. Hermione scowled and was going to say something else when the stewardess told everybody what to do in case of an emergency, smiling the whole time.
"I did not scream your name, Malfoy." She snapped when it was all over.
"Yes you did, Granger." He said. He got closer, just so she could hear him. "You screamed my name and you came hard. Just admit that you liked it." He told her. Hermione sighed, making it look like she was going to admit it.
"No." she said. He sat back and Hermione grinned at him. "I would have admitted it if you would have used another appendage, other you're your fingers." She told him, being just as annoying to him just like he was being to her.
"So now you're telling me that you would have admitted it if I would have fucked you the traditional way?" he asked quietly.
"That's what I'm saying." Hermione said, taking her headphones and CD player from her purse and a put in a Mozart CD, turning it up all the way so she couldn't hear him talking to her. Draco sat back annoyed and continued to look at the half naked girls in his magazine.
~*~*~*~*~
I am so good. I had killed two out of the fifteen guys that I wanted to kill. Thirteen more and I will purposefully turn myself in. Or not and I can make friends, get them to tell me the names of the men that hurt them and then kill all of them. Or, I . . .. I'll stop making plans because I don't want to get ahead of myself. I just loved the way the crowd screamed as their beloved Dean Thomas descended from the ceiling and broke his neck.
"Yes. One plane ticket to Miami, Florida." I said to the woman behind the counter. She smiled and got my ticket. I grabbed my small suitcase and walked toward the plain lounge.
I sat down by a small child that was probably waiting for her mother. She had flaming red hair and bright blue eyes. She looked up at me and I looked down at her.
"Hi." She said, fidgeting.
"Hello." I said kindly. I didn't have a problem with small children, male or female.
"What's your name?" I asked her. She smiled at me and I smiled back.
"Piper." She told me.
"Hello Piper. You can call me Page." I told her. I wasn't going to tell her my real name. I don't know why not, but I was just a bit paranoid. Page meant servant of God. And that was what I was. A servant to God that I knew was a woman, thank you very much.
"Hi Page." She said in her small voice.
"Hey. Can you do me a favor?" I asked her. I didn't believe in recruiting, but she was the perfect person for the job.
"Yeah." She answered.
"Yeah?" I asked. She nodded her head. "Cool. Promise me, that when you get older, have tons of boyfriends, and whenever one of them hurts you, you make sure to hurt them back." I told her. She looked at me confused for a second and then she answered.
"You mean like, kill them?" she asked. OH YEAH! She was perfect for the job.
"Exactly." I told her. She shrugged.
"OK." She told me.
"Cool." I said.
"The flight from New York City, New York to Miami, Florida, please board." Said a voice over head. I stood, patted Piper's little head, and I walked into the plane, taking my seat in the very back.
AN: LEMONS FOR YOU! VERY SOUR LEMONS!! I hope you liked it! I know I enjoyed writing it. Draco is overly annoying in this chapter; it's very funny actually. I hope you liked their little scene in the back seat of that cab.
LEMONS FOR YOU!! ** I say in an Ed, from Ed, Edd, and Eddy, voice.**
AUTHOR: Stupid_Girl_of_Cold
SUMMARY: Hermione Granger is a muggle detective for a detective agency in New York City, New York. She's smart, beautiful, and she is a hard ass. After Hogwarts, she had gone into the Navy and now she was the best detective in New York. When two unexpected people are murdered, she goes to London for the funeral, only to find that the murderer has gone over seas to New York, and was striking there, so she has to team up with London's best detective, Draco Malfoy, to find the murderer before they strike another person that is important to Hermione.
DISCLAIMER: I wouldn't write a fan fiction if I owned anything.
RAITING: R
REASON: Sexual humor, sexual content, crude language, and violence.
OK!! Christmas Special! Chapter 1! I hope you like. Oh, and I admit that Draco is OOC, but hey, I DON'T CARE!
Chapter Summary: Hermione and Draco have sex in the back of a cab, they have Fred and George's funeral, and Hermione and Draco are sent off to Miami, looking for the killer who had recently killed in New York.
LEMON FOR YOU!!
CHAPTER 5.
Hermione sat in the cab, next to Draco. Dumbledore had passed them each a folder of the evidence that they would need to know. Hermione had reluctantly gotten into the cab with Draco, and she really didn't want to be alone with him.
'Come on 'Mione, you should get him back for ruining you.' Her little voice said. Hermione didn't know what to do except for sit deathly close to the window on her side of the purple cab.
They were cut off from the wizard on the other side by black glass and he couldn't hear anything they said because there was an unbreakable silence charm on the glass. Wizards needed privacy, too you know.
"Granger." Someone said. Hermione looked over at Draco and saw him looking intently at her.
"Yes?" she asked, trying not to scream and run away.
"I was, uh, wondering if you, um, wanted to, uh, get something to eat and talk about the case?" Draco asked. Hermione raised an eyebrow at him. She looked at the large clock that was floating above the Shrieking Shack and noticed it was almost 6:00 and she hadn't eaten anything since the night before because the airplane food was awful. 'Why was he nervous?' Hermione asked herself. 'Oh yeah. He was probably afraid of rejection.' She finished.
"No way in hell." Hermione snapped. He looked put out and he sat back, looking out his window.
"I knew I shouldn't have hurt you." He said out loud. Hermione looked at him, an eyebrow raised. "I mean, if I hadn't, maybe you would let me take you out to dinner." He continued. "But . . . ouch!" Draco bellowed. The cab had taken a sharp turn and had hit a bump, sending Hermione into his lap, hitting her head on his.
"Ow." Hermione said, holding her forehead. Draco clapped his hand onto his forehead and the cab hit another jolty bump, sending Draco's face into Hermione's chest. "Malfoy!" she screeched, pushing his head away from her cleavage. She tried to get off his lap, but failed because the cab was hitting a series of rough bumps.
Draco fell forward, carrying Hermione with him, onto the carpeted floor of the carriage. He landed on top of her but that quickly changed as they hit another huge bump, sending them up into the air and switching Hermione to be on top of him. The bumps gave a five-second pause, giving Draco a long enough pause to make a perverted comment.
"I kind of like this position. If only we were naked." He said. They hit yet more bumps, causing Hermione to fly up off of him, and then came back down, landing on his lap. "Yup. If only." He said. Hermione was going to sock him in the face, but the bumps came back in short intervals, making her bounce a few good times on his lap. He put his hands on her hips and forced her back down onto his lap, stopping her from bouncing because he was already starting to show through his trousers. The bumps stopped, but the ride did not. They still had fifteen solid minutes.
"Malfoy." She scowled. "You are such a perverted pig." She said, trying to get up, but he had a tight grip on her hips. He sat up, pushing his bulge into her inner thighs and looked her in the eyes.
"Sorry, Granger." He said. Hermione breathed deeply, trying to keep herself composed, and rolled her eyes.
"Whatever, Malfoy." She sneered. Her face turned from his and she looked out the window at the sunset and the orange horizon.
"Hermione . . .." he started until her face turned sharply to his, glaring. "Please. Let me take you out to dinner." He said. She was still sitting on his lap, his hands still on her hips, and his bulge still pressing into her. 'Here's your chance 'Mione!' her voice yelled. 'No. That would be childish.' She said to her voice. 'I'll leave you alone.' It persuaded. 'Done.' Hermione said.
"Fine. I'll go to dinner with you. But only because we can work on the case." Hermione told him. His face lit up and Hermione almost felt bad about what she was going to do. "Well I'll get up then." She said. She started to get up, but faked that she couldn't and landed back onto his bulge. You could almost hear him moan. Hermione felt heat go through her body and land in the place between her legs. 'Focus.' Hermione told herself. "Oh. Sorry." She said. She tried to get up again, but fell back down. He fell backwards with a moan and Hermione tried hard not to smile.
"Granger." He growled. Something in Hermione clicked. It sounded so good when he growled her name. She wanted to hear it again.
"What, Malfoy?" she asked, her eyebrows rising. His hands were back onto her hips, making her grind into him. Hermione shivered and got a vision in her head of him puncturing her soft skin with something other than a dagger. Hermione snapped out her trance and she looked down at his face and saw a look of ecstasy on his face. She grinded her hips into him voluntarily, and put her arms on the cab couch behind her. He moaned again.
"Granger." He growled warningly.
"Yes?" she asked. He snapped up and started nibbling, kissing, and sucking on her neck. Hermione was taken by surprise. She started to push him off, until his hand excaped up under her skirt. Two fingers went under the band of her lacy white underwear and slipped inside of her. Hermione gasped and she swiveled her hips. "Malfoy." She warned. He looked at her, mischief in his eyes.
"Yes?" he asked. Hermione tried her hardest to glare at him, but it was no use. She put her hands in front of her and unzipped his pants, relieving his erection, the plan long forgotten. She grabbed it and her eyes got big. Now those visions of her and him locked together in sex were flooding in. He slipped another finger into her and Hermione cried out, throwing her head back. His thumb also slipped under the hem of her panties and started to rub her most sensitive area.
"God Malfoy." Hermione breathed. She started to stroke his member and he groaned into her neck. She started to give him a hand job and he started to moan along with her, still keeping up his stroking methods.
"Say my name." He breathed into her ear.
"Malfoy." She gasped out and he rubbed her more vigorously.
"Wrong answer, Hermione." He hinted. Hermione didn't think to hesitate.
"Oh god, Draco!" she screamed, after she tried helplessly not to.
"That's what I like to hear." He said, working with his fingers to finish her off. Hermione could feel herself starting to climax as she worked him into pleasurable bliss.
She came first, with him right behind her. Hermione landed on him when he fell back. They were breathing heavily and their clothes were somewhat damp from the sweat. Hermione gave a small groan and tried to sit up, but she failed and lay back down on top of him, putting their foreheads together. She looked at him and then realization of what she just did hit her and she clambered off of him, only to fall breathlessly onto the cab couch. She covered herself with her skirt and covered her face with her arm. All of a sudden, the cab stopped and Hermione grabbed her folder and disappearated out of the cab and into Ginny's old room, which was empty at the moment.
She had just let THE Draco Malfoy finger her into orgasm. 'Now think about what would happen if it wasn't just his fingers.' Hermione thought. 'I'd probably be at his house, getting fucked in the ass.' She finished thinking.
"Oh shit." Hermione muttered. "That felt soooooo good." Hermione said, flopping down onto the bed. She sighed heavily and closed her eyes.
~*~*~*~*~
He didn't know what got into him. One minute, he was apologizing to her, the next; he was having sex with her in the back seat of a public cab. Ew . . .. 'Negative tons of hygiene points from that certain cab.' Draco thought. Draco really wanted to take her to dinner though. He probably screwed up his chances with her though.
"Why did you have to be such a pervert, Draco?" he asked himself. He then appearated into his house and into his large green and silver room, and he instantly started looking for something. He went into his large closet and pulled out a small box from the very back. He opened it and sighed. Inside was the dagger he had used on her all of those years ago.
"Help." He had heard her yell before he had fully gotten out of earshot of her helpless cries. At the time he didn't care on little bit, but now, he regretted it. Malfoy's weren't supposed to regret anything, but that was when his father was alive. He died long ago, though, and had taken his mother with him, leaving the Malfoy fortune to Draco.
He had heard that she had died, but they had brought her back. He had found out by other sources that she had gone into the American armed forces, instead of Britain's.
"Where's that damn owl?" Draco muttered to himself, looking around his room. He looked to the top of his canopy bed and saw a dark little owl with some white feathers hear and there. "Nilla." He called to it. It flapped its little wings and flew toward him. He stuck out his arm and it landed gently near his wrist. Draco set the bird on the edge of his desk and he started to write a small note to his detective concubine.
Dear Hermione,
I'm sorry about how I acted earlier. It was rude and I was being very inappropriate. At least we have separate bedrooms in Florida. We might have gone too far in the cab back in Hogsmeade, but it was worth it. We'll be leaving tomorrow and I hope I can at least get you dinner there.
Your whatever I am,
Draco Malfoy
Draco closed the letter and tied it with a gold and red ribbon. He tied it to his owl's leg and a parcel with the dagger in it, and he let the owl fly out the window. He sighed after it got out of sight and started to pack for Miami.
~*~*~*~*~
//I'm so tired of being here Suppressed by all of my childish fears If you have to leave I wish that you would just leave
Cuz your presence still lingers here And it won't leave me alone These wounds won't seem to heal This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase
When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears And I held your hand through all of these years But you sti-ill have . . .
All of me//
My Immortal by Evanescence
Georgia and Freda stood next to Fred and George's graves, crying.
"And as they walk through the valley of death, they shall fear no evil . . .." the cleric said loudly over the graveyard. Hermione sighed and looked at the two women who were crying over their deceased husbands.
Hermione looked around the graveyard and her eyes fell onto a blonde standing a good fifty feet away, observing the funeral. She thought back on the night before where she had been sleeping soundly and she had heard a tap on the window. It was a small dark owl. It looked rather nice, unlike the other black owl that had visited her not too long ago. She had gotten up and let it in. She had read the letter and opened the parcel. Inside was the dagger he had killed her with.
"It was worth it?" Hermione asked as she read the letter over again. She had had a restless sleep after that with strange dreams of the day he had attacked her in that classroom, which was now used for Creative Art. 'Figure's.' Hermione had thought.
Draco looked at her and they locked eyes. He was wearing the traditional black, while Hermione was wearing light, sky blue. To Hermione, death was a time for celebration. It was time where your spirit would pass on onto a better life. Hermione had wanted that after she had been pulled back into her body.
Hermione told Harry and Ginny that she would be back and headed over toward Draco. She was holding a medium sized blue purse that was thrown over her shoulder. She walked up to him where he was leaning against a tree and stood two feet away from him, hanging her head a bit.
"Hey." He said.
"Hi." She answered.
"What are you doing over here?" he asked in confusion. She opened her purse and pulled out the dagger.
"I should ask you the same question." She retorted. He sighed and switched his wait. "Why'd you send this to me?" she asked, showing the dagger to him. He looked at it and then to her heart shaped face and shrugged.
"I don't know." He said. She gave him a ticked off look and he sighed. "I thought I would send it to you since, you know, I thought you'd want it." He said. She put it away in her purse and she looked him in the eye.
"Um, about yesterday in the cab . . .." she started. He put an index finger on her lips and she sighed.
"Let's not talk about it right now." He said, returning his hand to his pocket. She looked at him skeptically.
"Why?" she asked.
"This is a funeral, Granger." He told her. She nodded and turned away. He grabbed her hand and she turned her head back toward him. "On the plane." He told her. She only nodded again, took her hand from his grasp, and walked back over to her best friends, not looking back at him until the funeral was over.
Five minutes later, the caskets were lowered into graves and the female twins had to be stopped from jumping in with them. Hermione really did feel for them. The poor things, loosing their husbands, the men they would love for the rest of their lives. Hermione then looked back over to Draco, and he looked back.
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"The flight from London, England to Miami, Florida, please board." A woman said over the intercom.
Hermione had been sitting across from Draco in the lounge, waiting for that message to come overhead. She set down that month's issue of "Gloss", and stood up, grabbing her bag. She had long changed out of her dress and into a black tube top with blue low-rise jeans and black suede stiletto high heels that tide up the front in thin suede shoe strings. Draco stood up, him being in a black muscle shirt and blue baggy jeans with black vans. He had on a pair of sunglasses and his hair wasn't slicked back like it had been at the funeral that morning.
"Ready?" he asked her. She nodded. She hadn't said one word to him since the funeral, and it was getting annoying. They started to walk toward the plane gate, and he talked to her without looking at her. "Why aren't you talking?" he asked, giving the stewardess his ticket. She shrugged and he saw that gesture out of the corner of his eyes. They started to walk down the short suspended hallway and he looked around him, as they got closer to the plane door, and leaned in closer to her. "I don't like the cold shoulder." He told her, slapping her behind, lingering abit to squeeze, and getting onto the plain.
"Ass hole." Hermione muttered to herself as she got into the plain herself. She sat down in the seat next to him and took the ring case out of her purse. She opened it and slid the ring on. Draco saw this movement out of the corner of his eye and he did the same with his ring. "It's good to see you're thinking, honey." Hermione said coldly. He turned her face toward him and kissed her, tongue and all. The only reason Hermione didn't pull back was because either she was totally transfixed, or she didn't want to make people suspicious. Inside, the former won. When he did pull away, Hermione sort of stared at him for a second until quickly looking away.
"Now." He started, taking a magazine from the selection in front of Hermione, which, to Hermione's utter annoyance, was a Victoria's Secret magazine. "You wanted to talk about something." It was more of a statement than a question. Hermione's train of thought slid subconsciously to the little escapade they had the night before and she sighed.
"Yes. I have a question." She told him.
"Shoot." He said, flipping a page in the magazine.
"Why?" she asked.
"Why what?" he asked rhetorically.
"Why did you do it?" She asked him back. He took off his sunglasses and looked her in the eyes.
"Because I wanted to." He told her. He was going to go back to his magazine but Hermione lightly grabbed his chin and made him look at her.
"I want a better answer than that." She told him sternly.
"Hormones?" he suggested with a shrug. She let him go and looked at her Acoustic Girl magazine. "Plus." He said before sighing. "You went along with it." He finished.
"So? You started it." She said, not looking at him.
"Did Miss Hermione Granger get caught in the throws of passion?" he asked in an annoying tone of voice. Hermione's head snapped toward him and she glared.
"No." She said defiantly. He leaned in closer to her and smirked. 'This couldn't be good.' Hermione thought, shivering inwardly as she felt his hot breath on her neck.
"I recall you screaming my name." He told her. Hermione scowled and was going to say something else when the stewardess told everybody what to do in case of an emergency, smiling the whole time.
"I did not scream your name, Malfoy." She snapped when it was all over.
"Yes you did, Granger." He said. He got closer, just so she could hear him. "You screamed my name and you came hard. Just admit that you liked it." He told her. Hermione sighed, making it look like she was going to admit it.
"No." she said. He sat back and Hermione grinned at him. "I would have admitted it if you would have used another appendage, other you're your fingers." She told him, being just as annoying to him just like he was being to her.
"So now you're telling me that you would have admitted it if I would have fucked you the traditional way?" he asked quietly.
"That's what I'm saying." Hermione said, taking her headphones and CD player from her purse and a put in a Mozart CD, turning it up all the way so she couldn't hear him talking to her. Draco sat back annoyed and continued to look at the half naked girls in his magazine.
~*~*~*~*~
I am so good. I had killed two out of the fifteen guys that I wanted to kill. Thirteen more and I will purposefully turn myself in. Or not and I can make friends, get them to tell me the names of the men that hurt them and then kill all of them. Or, I . . .. I'll stop making plans because I don't want to get ahead of myself. I just loved the way the crowd screamed as their beloved Dean Thomas descended from the ceiling and broke his neck.
"Yes. One plane ticket to Miami, Florida." I said to the woman behind the counter. She smiled and got my ticket. I grabbed my small suitcase and walked toward the plain lounge.
I sat down by a small child that was probably waiting for her mother. She had flaming red hair and bright blue eyes. She looked up at me and I looked down at her.
"Hi." She said, fidgeting.
"Hello." I said kindly. I didn't have a problem with small children, male or female.
"What's your name?" I asked her. She smiled at me and I smiled back.
"Piper." She told me.
"Hello Piper. You can call me Page." I told her. I wasn't going to tell her my real name. I don't know why not, but I was just a bit paranoid. Page meant servant of God. And that was what I was. A servant to God that I knew was a woman, thank you very much.
"Hi Page." She said in her small voice.
"Hey. Can you do me a favor?" I asked her. I didn't believe in recruiting, but she was the perfect person for the job.
"Yeah." She answered.
"Yeah?" I asked. She nodded her head. "Cool. Promise me, that when you get older, have tons of boyfriends, and whenever one of them hurts you, you make sure to hurt them back." I told her. She looked at me confused for a second and then she answered.
"You mean like, kill them?" she asked. OH YEAH! She was perfect for the job.
"Exactly." I told her. She shrugged.
"OK." She told me.
"Cool." I said.
"The flight from New York City, New York to Miami, Florida, please board." Said a voice over head. I stood, patted Piper's little head, and I walked into the plane, taking my seat in the very back.
AN: LEMONS FOR YOU! VERY SOUR LEMONS!! I hope you liked it! I know I enjoyed writing it. Draco is overly annoying in this chapter; it's very funny actually. I hope you liked their little scene in the back seat of that cab.
LEMONS FOR YOU!! ** I say in an Ed, from Ed, Edd, and Eddy, voice.**