YES! Here it is! The sequel! To 'Opposites Attract,' which can be found by clicking on the part up there with my name, than clicking on 'Opposites Attract!' Okay...
My first fic w/ an OC! Please don't flame, but even if you do, just review!
Ok. Here we go...
Chapter One: Draco's SecretHermione
Up. Down. Up. Down. Hermione flicked the levers, causing the dentist chair in her parent's office to go up and down. She shut her eyes and enjoyed the flying feeling as she listened to the mechanical hum of the chair.
"Hermione? What?! What's that---that noise?!"
A voice shattered her focus. It was Draco Malfoy, her former enemy and current...boyfriend? She wasn't quite sure. Whatever their relationship was called, she really was glad he was spending the summer with her. Not that he had a choice. Draco was from an old wizarding family who had practically disowned his when they had revealed their relationship. The didn't approve, so they broke contact with him. Although Hermione was sorry for Draco at having no home to go to over summer vacation, she did enjoy having him there. He was constantly surprised and confused by the 'muggle' things all over her house.
"It's the phone ringing, Draco!"
"The what?!"
"The telephone!"
"Huh?"
"Never mind," she called back as she swung her legs over the side of the chair, "my mum and dad can answer it."
"Hermione," said Draco. His voice sounded a lot closer. Even though she had spent all the time she could with him, every time she saw him, she felt a rush of dizziness and joy. She breathlessly smiled at him as he headed towards her, away from where he leaned against the doorframe.
He leaned over her. She felt even more giddy. Although they were together, they'd never even kissed. Or hugged. Or...never mind...
She watched his features as he leaned closer. (A/N: I use pictures of Tom Felton for these parts....*sigh*)
She felt herself being swept away by his misty gray eyes...his hair as pale as winter sunlight...his perfect chin...his pointy yellow claws...
Wait! Claws? Before she could blink, Draco was on the other side of the room, swatting a huge white owl away from his face. The owl was attacking Draco with its beak. Hermione looked towards the broken window. The owl had flown in and separated them!
Hermione heard Draco give a gasp of pain as the bird flew away from him and towards her. She drew her hands to her head, but not before it had slashed her face with its talons. It soared out the window.
She drew her hands away from her face and saw with pain that they were bloody. She quickly forgot about her own soreness when she saw Draco's face.
The owl had clawed at his skin until it bled. His eyebrows were squeezed together and his mouth was a firm line, as though he were trying not to cry.
She ran to him. "Whoever sent it was a spiteful—"
"No," he choked. "It dropped something." A piece of fancy parchment lay curled at his feet. Hermione picked it up and read aloud.
Dear Draco,
Mother and Father say Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy are not speaking to you! What has happened, Draco? Is the arrangement still going to be carried out? Please reply.
Love,
C.T.
Draco
Draco watched as Hermione opened her mouth and slowly let the paper, with the awful words written on it in hasty calligraphic cursive fall to her feet. She looked at him, a look so hurt it made him kind of gasp.
"Sh*t, Hermione, do you think—I mean—God, why'd she—let—let me explain! Don't leave!" He grabbed the back of her shirt as she tried to run from the room. "Catriona Tavis is justi my friend!" he tried to explain. Friend? Not even, he thought grimly. She just pissed him off so much. Catriona, not Hermione.
"Friend?" she spat. "If that is a friend, what am I?" She glared, but did not leave the room.
"No! My mum and dad made me play with her when we were little, since she was pureblood. She's a real b—uh—bum."
He saw her face soften. His tone revealed that it was the truth.
"Why would she write to you like—like that?"
"Our parents—arranged for us—to get...married—when we were older."
She gave a little gasp of disgust. Even though he liked Hermione—more than he could understand—he felt indignation at her revulsion. What did she know about pureblood culture? What did she think she could say? What—
"Are you all right, Draco? You look upset—I mean, I understand why—but—" he melted at the concern in her voice.
"It's just—"
"I know." She patted his hand, which was in a tight fist. "I understand. It'll be okay."
Catriona watched as the owl flapped out the window of her exclusive pureblood girl's boarding school.
She missed Draco so much. Why would he fool around with some mudblood? Why? Why? Why? Why, when their love was destiny, written in the stars?
Okay! There we go! I'll type the second chapter as soon as I can!
About Catriona: you say her name 'KAT-TREE-NUH' Like the ice skater, Katrina Witt. Okay? It's Welsh, I think. I picked it from a baby-name book. So...review, and I'll update.
TTYL,
Kirby
