Hold when im here
Right me when im wrong
Hold me when im scared
Love me when im gone
Everything I am
Everything in me
Want to be the one you wanted me to be
Ill never let you down, even if I could
Give up everything, if only for your good
Hold when im here
Right me when im wrong
Hold me when im scared
Love me when im gone
-Three Doors Down; When I'm gone
Disclaimer: Yeah, yeah...
A/N: Okay, long chapter... I refuse to write more until I get some reviews. I haven't gotten any lately... :( -Depressed- Stupid house... -.-' Anywayz, I hope you all enjoy. Hermione gets revenge, and starts her own game.
Chapter 9
Hermione rushed out of the house, breathing heavily. She had just had another fight with Draco- and to say the least, it didn't turn out well. Walking along quickly, she turns down an alley, absorbing her thoughts into her surroundings, which just happened to be Diagon Alley.
Sitting in the Three Broomsticks, she sips the butter rum. Looking up, she smiles warmly at Hagrid, glad to see someone she knew. He sat down; his size and weight causing the floor to shake.
"Well Hermi'ne, what h're seems ta be the problem?" He takes a deep drag of his own butter rum, swallowing it slowly.
She sighs, looking at the table. "Me an' Draco had a fight."
Hagrid coughs on his drink, "You and Draco? What ye gettin' at?"
She sighs, telling him the basic story before starting about their most recent fight.
‡ Flashback ‡
Hermione sat in the chair, reading after dinner. She looks up at a clatter, seeing a fully flushed Draco race out of his room, and down the stairs. "Did you look through my bags?"
She shakes her head no, the thought of Draco completely disappearing from her mind. She glances up again, seeing him holding his wand at her. "Tell me the damn truth- did you go through my bags?"
She shakes her head no again, quirking a brow at him, "Unless you've got something to hide, why worry about it?"
He growls at her, his face red. Yelling loudly, he points the wand straight at her, "Crucio!"
The pain flashes through her as she crumples on the ground. Withering there, Draco watched, still shouting, "Did you look through my stuff?"
When she croaked a no at him, he flicks his hand, the spell lifting.
Before he can even turn though, she's on him. Socking him in the jaw, she sits on his chest, pulling his wand from him. Growling under her breath, she glares at him, eyes flashing dangerously. "Why would you think I'd have even a slight interest in what you own?"
He smirks at her, despite the pain from her knee digging into one arm. "Well, you seem to enjoy me naked, so I thought-" He's cut off by a slap on his face, stinging from the pain instantly.
"I do not enjoy seeing you naked Draco Malfoy!" She yells at him, holding him by his collar. "If you ever, ever, ever, ever, use that spell on me again, so help me God I will kill you."
He looked at her with minute interest. She knew just how to tick him off. That's all she ever did to him these days. Yell, and growl under her breath. She never did anything with him, and since the bed incident, they'd had no sexual contact. He was going crazy. He had almost got laid from the woman before, but his mum had walked in. Tasting it so, he was mentally trying to find another way to satisfy his urge. His poor hand… (A/N: Sorry!)
Glaring at her, he tries to push her off himself. Like he wanted to have anything to do with her right now. Not when they had been fighting so. And getting attached was wrong. Getting attached meant pain. His father taught him that. Giving him the puppy, then killing it in front of him. He knew. Yes, he knew, and he hated it.
She gets off him, still glowering at him. Oh she hated him. She personally wished he'd rot in hell for all he's done to her. Walking quickly up the stairs and into her room, she slams the door, falling on the bed, feeling like crying for unknown reasons.
‡ End Flashback ‡
Hermione looked at her empty mug, a tear dripping from the corner of her brown eyes. "I'm confused Hagrid. I don't know why it hurts to fight with him. It never did before break…" She stops, looking up at him, her eyes shining in the light sifting through the window.
"Aw, 'Mione, don't tell me ye fallin' fer Malfoy!" Hagrid speaks, sputtering almost. He felt this was happening, but he'd be there for his friend, even if she was loving the enemy. He takes her hand in his, her small features looking distraught. "Hermi'ne, just do what your heart tells you. Not your head." He smiles, chucking her under the chin lightly with his hand. "You can't screw up too badly."
Hermione smiles weakly, trying to straighten herself up. "Well, I'd best be on my way. Thanks, Hagrid." She stands up, going through the shops, looking for Christmas gifts. Gasping, she looks in the window of the Defense Against the Dark Arts shop. She runs in, buying what she figures will be the perfect gift for Draco, even if she did despise him, she thought he should have something to wake up to.
Arriving home, finally, she looks at her house, confused. Spelling out of her robes, shrinking her gifts, and walking in, she's appalled to see a party taking place. She looks around, at what must be Draco's decoration skills. Grinning, no matter what she thinks of the party, she raises a brow at a guy who flies past her, swapping at her ass as he runs into the next room. Listening to the music, she relaxes slightly. Her parents wouldn't know, and she could always just tell them it was Draco. I mean, who were they going to believe?
Spotting Draco on the couch, making out with some muggle, she turns red. Why did he have to do that here? She thought to herself. He winks at her as he takes a chance to breathe. Glaring at him, she looks around for a guy.
Draco chuckles to himself. Bet she never expected to come home to this. He pushes the girl down farther, checking her out with his hands. He thought that this could have many plus sides to it. He'd irritate Hermione, he'd get laid, and he gets attention from anyone he wants. Glancing up to see Hermione's reactions, his mouth drops.
She was playing a game of her own. Having found a jock, she was slowly stripping him in the front chair. Looking back over her shoulder, she casts Draco a sexy gaze, laughing like a fairy. She turns back to the boy, kissing up his shoulder, neck, nibbling on his ear.
Oh she was enjoying this. She knew she had the attention of almost every man in the house. She only wanted one man's attention though. Draco's. She knew she had it. She knew how he was thinking. She wasn't about to let him have all the fun. Dragging the sweating, drunken, half naked man up, she stumbles, laughing up the stairs, closing the door behind them. Revenge was always sweet for one Hermione Granger.
Draco watched in utter amazement as she climbed the stairs. Many others also stared, shaking their heads. They all knew she was taken, and they weren't gonna intrude. But Draco would. He wasn't going to give her that pleasure. Pushing himself off of the couch, he climbs up the stairs, trying the door. He hears muffled sounds, more or less, "Fuck off Draco." Growling under his breath, he runs into his room, slamming the door before running to the other door that connected them. Opening it in a hurry, he looks into the room, around the corner to the bed, as it was on the same side as the door was.
His mouth falls open as he holds his wand at the guy, mumbling. The man freezes, petrified.
Hermione grins to herself a small secretive smile. She had wondered if he'd remember the other door. She pushes him off gently, sitting up in a shirt and panties, ones which the guy had been pulling down at the time of Draco's interruption. She looks up at him, scowling. Her arms pulled her knees to her chest as she sighed irritably. "What happened to your muggle, Pansy's cousin?"
He glares at her, eyes burning, pointing at the guy, frozen on the ground. "What was that about?" His voice almost falters, but he stops it, feeling he shouldn't let her know just how much he hated seeing her with that, muggle. Even if she is a mudblood.
She shrugs, "You were getting some. So was I."
He growls under his breath. "You just did that to irritate me."
She shrugs again, "Your point is?"
Draco looks up at the ceiling, his eyes watching the stars carefully.
Looking at her levelly, he grins maliciously. Moving towards her, he pushes her down on the bed, his mouth raining kisses on her neck.
"Malfoy!" She squeaks.
"Shhh…" He coos to her, touching her softly. "You want some, you'll get some." Fuck what his dad said, he needed this too much.
She arched her back, pushing herself against him, still whining quietly. Her body responded perfectly to his touch. His mouth was caressing hers, her ear lobe, her neck, and her collarbone. She wanted more, but something inside her went off when he started pulling her shirt over her head.
He stopped against his will, looking at her and seeing a look in her eyes she always gave him before. Her look of hidden fears. She was scared of him touching her. But why shouldn't she be? She was probably inexperienced. But when she pushed him back, he knew it wasn't the first time jitters. It was more.
"Purebloods don't fuck with mudbloods." She whispers, pushing him off, curling back up and looking at him perched on the edge of her bed. He sighs, aggravated. "I don't give a bloody hell about what we do and don't. I just want you for now."
She shakes her head, her eyes casting themselves away from the broken man before her. He stands up; "I'll clean up."
She nods, not looking at him as he walked out, slamming all the doors.
Draco lay on the couch, his head resting against the arm of it. He had taken care of everything. Even a memory charm on Hermione's little play thing. Play thing, he thought disgustingly. A voice started in the back of his head, mocking him, You want to be her play thing, don't you? He shook his head, the thoughts leaving his mind for now. Until sleep came. Sleep just brought dreams of her. More and more lately.
He looked up to the stairs, seeing sleeping beauty had risen finally. Lowering his gaze, he looks up at her surprised, seeing skin abrasions layering on her thighs. She pulls her shirt down, running into the kitchen.
He jumps up, chasing after her, "Gran- Hermione!"
She slams to door to the kitchen shut, sitting up against it. She didn't want him to see her. Not now or ever. She pulls her knees up to her chest, whimpering to herself. She didn't want to admit to Draco what the muggle had done to her. Not with the rashes still so fresh, and easy to hurt. She listens, hearing him breathing on the other side.
"Hermione?"
"Go away Draco." She mumbles into her legs.
"Open this door-Now!" Her says sharply, resting his weight on the door.
"Go away!"
"Hermione!"
"What?"
"I don't feel like playing this damn game with you. What did he do to you?" He asks, exasperated.
"His jeans were rubbing me, okay?" She growls under her breath, hoping he'll just take the damn explanation and leave her alone.
Draco shoves on the door, Hermione tumbling forward, looking up at him though the torments of brown hair. "Go away." She covers her legs with her shirt, eyes burning.
He glares at her. "I won't go away until you tell me how you really got those."
"Why would you give a flying fuck anyways?" She asks irritably.
His eyes turn downward. For some reason he did, and even he was questioning why. The words 'play thing' echoed through his head, reminding him of his past thoughts. "If you're hurt, your parents will blame me."
"You're the one who threw the party- not me."
He shrugs, "So?"
She stands up, looking at him eye to eye. "I hate you." She tried to dodge around him, out of her pinned corner in the kitchen. He follows her movements with his own. "I don't think so."
She glares at him, mocking, "Aww, poor lil ol' Draco is mad at me."
He raises his brow, rushing her. He picks her up, pushing her on the counter. Forcing her legs open, he wedges his torso between them.
She growls lowly under her breath, "Your new tricks won't work. Let go of me."
He grins, his hips touching her thighs. "You aren't curious at all?"
For one second, her thoughts scattered as she thought about it. She was curious. She knew that. He knew that. He was taking advantage of that, and for that, she resented him. She wasn't going to let him get away with it. Not now, not ever. "No, I'm not. At least with you Draco."
His finger trails down behind one ear as he leans in kissing her neck. She reacts unwillingly, moaning low in her throat. He stops, looking at her, her face flushed already. "I think you're lying."
She shoves him back, jumping off the counter, looking up at him, as he loomed over her by at least four inches, she slaps him. "I hate you." She runs out of the kitchen, fleeing to the sweet comfort of her room. He calls after her, "Is that all you can say to me?" He hears the door slam, and sighs. God he hated her. And yet she was one thing in this dark world that mattered to him.
Returning to his post on the couch, he picks up the phone, smirking to himself, calling of all people, the one and only Harry Potter.
"Hello?" A gruff voice answers, which he assumes to be a Dursley.
"Potter, please."
He hears yelling in the background. Finally someone picks up another phone.
"'Ello?" Potter's voice had finally changed. Deeper, not the cracky point of in-between that it had been stuck at since last year.
"Well, what a surprise. I would've thought those muggles ban you from this contraption." He says, the smirk apparent in his voice.
"Uhm, who is this?" Confusion tints his voice.
Draco just laughs. "Take a guess, Potter." He said.
Potter's voice falters, "How'd you get this number?"
"It's all over Hermione's journal, you know." He yawns, twiddling his fingers. This was less amusing then he thought it would be.
"What are you doing around her, Malfoy?" Anger is obvious, not concealed in the least.
Draco chuckles, "You know Potter, I expected more of you. No owls to her, nothing. But don't worry. She's fine, pissed off at me. But still, what's new?"
Potter stutters. "I-I've been busy."
"So busy you can't pay attention to your crush?" He files a nail against the other, curious. "I'm disappointed."
"Stop lecturing lectures you don't follow yourself." He tries to change the subject from his flaws to Malfoy's.
Draco laughs harshly; this was getting amusing for him. "Aww, poor Potter forgot his lil crush. What, found a new whore?"
"She's not a whore you prick. And yes, me and a friend have been having a good break."
"A good break? As in fucking each other?" he comments cynically.
"I'm not going to put up with this."
There's a click, then nothing. Draco starts laughing. He should do that more often. So, Potter had a new lap dog. He wondered if she was a witch. Knowing Potter it's probably a guy. He sighed, shaking his head, getting up, trudging up the stairs, and falling onto his bed.
The last thing he heard was small sobs coming from the room next to him.
‡ The dream was blurry, and he would only remember parts of it. Nothing to piece together his future. He was in an empty classroom. Hermione was pressed up against the wall, held lightly by him. She didn't look scared, more… worried. He whispered to her. "I need you. Please." In her eyes flashed so many emotions, he couldn't tell anything about her. Fear, desire, pain, passion. She trembled, before nodding, as he pulled her close to him, his hands searching her. He was trembling, so was she. He couldn't tell anymore. Light flashed, showing them in a bed. She was lying beside him, looking so peaceful with her hair flaring out on the pillows. Gold and red sheets decked the bed. Shades drawn partially showed the rising sun greeting them… ‡
A/N: Next chapter... Errr... Uhm, I don't know yet. O.O Ideas, anyone?
Right me when im wrong
Hold me when im scared
Love me when im gone
Everything I am
Everything in me
Want to be the one you wanted me to be
Ill never let you down, even if I could
Give up everything, if only for your good
Hold when im here
Right me when im wrong
Hold me when im scared
Love me when im gone
-Three Doors Down; When I'm gone
Disclaimer: Yeah, yeah...
A/N: Okay, long chapter... I refuse to write more until I get some reviews. I haven't gotten any lately... :( -Depressed- Stupid house... -.-' Anywayz, I hope you all enjoy. Hermione gets revenge, and starts her own game.
Chapter 9
Hermione rushed out of the house, breathing heavily. She had just had another fight with Draco- and to say the least, it didn't turn out well. Walking along quickly, she turns down an alley, absorbing her thoughts into her surroundings, which just happened to be Diagon Alley.
Sitting in the Three Broomsticks, she sips the butter rum. Looking up, she smiles warmly at Hagrid, glad to see someone she knew. He sat down; his size and weight causing the floor to shake.
"Well Hermi'ne, what h're seems ta be the problem?" He takes a deep drag of his own butter rum, swallowing it slowly.
She sighs, looking at the table. "Me an' Draco had a fight."
Hagrid coughs on his drink, "You and Draco? What ye gettin' at?"
She sighs, telling him the basic story before starting about their most recent fight.
‡ Flashback ‡
Hermione sat in the chair, reading after dinner. She looks up at a clatter, seeing a fully flushed Draco race out of his room, and down the stairs. "Did you look through my bags?"
She shakes her head no, the thought of Draco completely disappearing from her mind. She glances up again, seeing him holding his wand at her. "Tell me the damn truth- did you go through my bags?"
She shakes her head no again, quirking a brow at him, "Unless you've got something to hide, why worry about it?"
He growls at her, his face red. Yelling loudly, he points the wand straight at her, "Crucio!"
The pain flashes through her as she crumples on the ground. Withering there, Draco watched, still shouting, "Did you look through my stuff?"
When she croaked a no at him, he flicks his hand, the spell lifting.
Before he can even turn though, she's on him. Socking him in the jaw, she sits on his chest, pulling his wand from him. Growling under her breath, she glares at him, eyes flashing dangerously. "Why would you think I'd have even a slight interest in what you own?"
He smirks at her, despite the pain from her knee digging into one arm. "Well, you seem to enjoy me naked, so I thought-" He's cut off by a slap on his face, stinging from the pain instantly.
"I do not enjoy seeing you naked Draco Malfoy!" She yells at him, holding him by his collar. "If you ever, ever, ever, ever, use that spell on me again, so help me God I will kill you."
He looked at her with minute interest. She knew just how to tick him off. That's all she ever did to him these days. Yell, and growl under her breath. She never did anything with him, and since the bed incident, they'd had no sexual contact. He was going crazy. He had almost got laid from the woman before, but his mum had walked in. Tasting it so, he was mentally trying to find another way to satisfy his urge. His poor hand… (A/N: Sorry!)
Glaring at her, he tries to push her off himself. Like he wanted to have anything to do with her right now. Not when they had been fighting so. And getting attached was wrong. Getting attached meant pain. His father taught him that. Giving him the puppy, then killing it in front of him. He knew. Yes, he knew, and he hated it.
She gets off him, still glowering at him. Oh she hated him. She personally wished he'd rot in hell for all he's done to her. Walking quickly up the stairs and into her room, she slams the door, falling on the bed, feeling like crying for unknown reasons.
‡ End Flashback ‡
Hermione looked at her empty mug, a tear dripping from the corner of her brown eyes. "I'm confused Hagrid. I don't know why it hurts to fight with him. It never did before break…" She stops, looking up at him, her eyes shining in the light sifting through the window.
"Aw, 'Mione, don't tell me ye fallin' fer Malfoy!" Hagrid speaks, sputtering almost. He felt this was happening, but he'd be there for his friend, even if she was loving the enemy. He takes her hand in his, her small features looking distraught. "Hermi'ne, just do what your heart tells you. Not your head." He smiles, chucking her under the chin lightly with his hand. "You can't screw up too badly."
Hermione smiles weakly, trying to straighten herself up. "Well, I'd best be on my way. Thanks, Hagrid." She stands up, going through the shops, looking for Christmas gifts. Gasping, she looks in the window of the Defense Against the Dark Arts shop. She runs in, buying what she figures will be the perfect gift for Draco, even if she did despise him, she thought he should have something to wake up to.
Arriving home, finally, she looks at her house, confused. Spelling out of her robes, shrinking her gifts, and walking in, she's appalled to see a party taking place. She looks around, at what must be Draco's decoration skills. Grinning, no matter what she thinks of the party, she raises a brow at a guy who flies past her, swapping at her ass as he runs into the next room. Listening to the music, she relaxes slightly. Her parents wouldn't know, and she could always just tell them it was Draco. I mean, who were they going to believe?
Spotting Draco on the couch, making out with some muggle, she turns red. Why did he have to do that here? She thought to herself. He winks at her as he takes a chance to breathe. Glaring at him, she looks around for a guy.
Draco chuckles to himself. Bet she never expected to come home to this. He pushes the girl down farther, checking her out with his hands. He thought that this could have many plus sides to it. He'd irritate Hermione, he'd get laid, and he gets attention from anyone he wants. Glancing up to see Hermione's reactions, his mouth drops.
She was playing a game of her own. Having found a jock, she was slowly stripping him in the front chair. Looking back over her shoulder, she casts Draco a sexy gaze, laughing like a fairy. She turns back to the boy, kissing up his shoulder, neck, nibbling on his ear.
Oh she was enjoying this. She knew she had the attention of almost every man in the house. She only wanted one man's attention though. Draco's. She knew she had it. She knew how he was thinking. She wasn't about to let him have all the fun. Dragging the sweating, drunken, half naked man up, she stumbles, laughing up the stairs, closing the door behind them. Revenge was always sweet for one Hermione Granger.
Draco watched in utter amazement as she climbed the stairs. Many others also stared, shaking their heads. They all knew she was taken, and they weren't gonna intrude. But Draco would. He wasn't going to give her that pleasure. Pushing himself off of the couch, he climbs up the stairs, trying the door. He hears muffled sounds, more or less, "Fuck off Draco." Growling under his breath, he runs into his room, slamming the door before running to the other door that connected them. Opening it in a hurry, he looks into the room, around the corner to the bed, as it was on the same side as the door was.
His mouth falls open as he holds his wand at the guy, mumbling. The man freezes, petrified.
Hermione grins to herself a small secretive smile. She had wondered if he'd remember the other door. She pushes him off gently, sitting up in a shirt and panties, ones which the guy had been pulling down at the time of Draco's interruption. She looks up at him, scowling. Her arms pulled her knees to her chest as she sighed irritably. "What happened to your muggle, Pansy's cousin?"
He glares at her, eyes burning, pointing at the guy, frozen on the ground. "What was that about?" His voice almost falters, but he stops it, feeling he shouldn't let her know just how much he hated seeing her with that, muggle. Even if she is a mudblood.
She shrugs, "You were getting some. So was I."
He growls under his breath. "You just did that to irritate me."
She shrugs again, "Your point is?"
Draco looks up at the ceiling, his eyes watching the stars carefully.
Looking at her levelly, he grins maliciously. Moving towards her, he pushes her down on the bed, his mouth raining kisses on her neck.
"Malfoy!" She squeaks.
"Shhh…" He coos to her, touching her softly. "You want some, you'll get some." Fuck what his dad said, he needed this too much.
She arched her back, pushing herself against him, still whining quietly. Her body responded perfectly to his touch. His mouth was caressing hers, her ear lobe, her neck, and her collarbone. She wanted more, but something inside her went off when he started pulling her shirt over her head.
He stopped against his will, looking at her and seeing a look in her eyes she always gave him before. Her look of hidden fears. She was scared of him touching her. But why shouldn't she be? She was probably inexperienced. But when she pushed him back, he knew it wasn't the first time jitters. It was more.
"Purebloods don't fuck with mudbloods." She whispers, pushing him off, curling back up and looking at him perched on the edge of her bed. He sighs, aggravated. "I don't give a bloody hell about what we do and don't. I just want you for now."
She shakes her head, her eyes casting themselves away from the broken man before her. He stands up; "I'll clean up."
She nods, not looking at him as he walked out, slamming all the doors.
Draco lay on the couch, his head resting against the arm of it. He had taken care of everything. Even a memory charm on Hermione's little play thing. Play thing, he thought disgustingly. A voice started in the back of his head, mocking him, You want to be her play thing, don't you? He shook his head, the thoughts leaving his mind for now. Until sleep came. Sleep just brought dreams of her. More and more lately.
He looked up to the stairs, seeing sleeping beauty had risen finally. Lowering his gaze, he looks up at her surprised, seeing skin abrasions layering on her thighs. She pulls her shirt down, running into the kitchen.
He jumps up, chasing after her, "Gran- Hermione!"
She slams to door to the kitchen shut, sitting up against it. She didn't want him to see her. Not now or ever. She pulls her knees up to her chest, whimpering to herself. She didn't want to admit to Draco what the muggle had done to her. Not with the rashes still so fresh, and easy to hurt. She listens, hearing him breathing on the other side.
"Hermione?"
"Go away Draco." She mumbles into her legs.
"Open this door-Now!" Her says sharply, resting his weight on the door.
"Go away!"
"Hermione!"
"What?"
"I don't feel like playing this damn game with you. What did he do to you?" He asks, exasperated.
"His jeans were rubbing me, okay?" She growls under her breath, hoping he'll just take the damn explanation and leave her alone.
Draco shoves on the door, Hermione tumbling forward, looking up at him though the torments of brown hair. "Go away." She covers her legs with her shirt, eyes burning.
He glares at her. "I won't go away until you tell me how you really got those."
"Why would you give a flying fuck anyways?" She asks irritably.
His eyes turn downward. For some reason he did, and even he was questioning why. The words 'play thing' echoed through his head, reminding him of his past thoughts. "If you're hurt, your parents will blame me."
"You're the one who threw the party- not me."
He shrugs, "So?"
She stands up, looking at him eye to eye. "I hate you." She tried to dodge around him, out of her pinned corner in the kitchen. He follows her movements with his own. "I don't think so."
She glares at him, mocking, "Aww, poor lil ol' Draco is mad at me."
He raises his brow, rushing her. He picks her up, pushing her on the counter. Forcing her legs open, he wedges his torso between them.
She growls lowly under her breath, "Your new tricks won't work. Let go of me."
He grins, his hips touching her thighs. "You aren't curious at all?"
For one second, her thoughts scattered as she thought about it. She was curious. She knew that. He knew that. He was taking advantage of that, and for that, she resented him. She wasn't going to let him get away with it. Not now, not ever. "No, I'm not. At least with you Draco."
His finger trails down behind one ear as he leans in kissing her neck. She reacts unwillingly, moaning low in her throat. He stops, looking at her, her face flushed already. "I think you're lying."
She shoves him back, jumping off the counter, looking up at him, as he loomed over her by at least four inches, she slaps him. "I hate you." She runs out of the kitchen, fleeing to the sweet comfort of her room. He calls after her, "Is that all you can say to me?" He hears the door slam, and sighs. God he hated her. And yet she was one thing in this dark world that mattered to him.
Returning to his post on the couch, he picks up the phone, smirking to himself, calling of all people, the one and only Harry Potter.
"Hello?" A gruff voice answers, which he assumes to be a Dursley.
"Potter, please."
He hears yelling in the background. Finally someone picks up another phone.
"'Ello?" Potter's voice had finally changed. Deeper, not the cracky point of in-between that it had been stuck at since last year.
"Well, what a surprise. I would've thought those muggles ban you from this contraption." He says, the smirk apparent in his voice.
"Uhm, who is this?" Confusion tints his voice.
Draco just laughs. "Take a guess, Potter." He said.
Potter's voice falters, "How'd you get this number?"
"It's all over Hermione's journal, you know." He yawns, twiddling his fingers. This was less amusing then he thought it would be.
"What are you doing around her, Malfoy?" Anger is obvious, not concealed in the least.
Draco chuckles, "You know Potter, I expected more of you. No owls to her, nothing. But don't worry. She's fine, pissed off at me. But still, what's new?"
Potter stutters. "I-I've been busy."
"So busy you can't pay attention to your crush?" He files a nail against the other, curious. "I'm disappointed."
"Stop lecturing lectures you don't follow yourself." He tries to change the subject from his flaws to Malfoy's.
Draco laughs harshly; this was getting amusing for him. "Aww, poor Potter forgot his lil crush. What, found a new whore?"
"She's not a whore you prick. And yes, me and a friend have been having a good break."
"A good break? As in fucking each other?" he comments cynically.
"I'm not going to put up with this."
There's a click, then nothing. Draco starts laughing. He should do that more often. So, Potter had a new lap dog. He wondered if she was a witch. Knowing Potter it's probably a guy. He sighed, shaking his head, getting up, trudging up the stairs, and falling onto his bed.
The last thing he heard was small sobs coming from the room next to him.
‡ The dream was blurry, and he would only remember parts of it. Nothing to piece together his future. He was in an empty classroom. Hermione was pressed up against the wall, held lightly by him. She didn't look scared, more… worried. He whispered to her. "I need you. Please." In her eyes flashed so many emotions, he couldn't tell anything about her. Fear, desire, pain, passion. She trembled, before nodding, as he pulled her close to him, his hands searching her. He was trembling, so was she. He couldn't tell anymore. Light flashed, showing them in a bed. She was lying beside him, looking so peaceful with her hair flaring out on the pillows. Gold and red sheets decked the bed. Shades drawn partially showed the rising sun greeting them… ‡
A/N: Next chapter... Errr... Uhm, I don't know yet. O.O Ideas, anyone?
