Catch me when I fall
Or you'll need me when I'm not here at all.
Miss me when I'm gone
Again, yeah.
Im going down in flames
I'm falling into this again
Im going down in flames
I'm falling into this again
-Three Doors Down; Going Down in Flames
A/N: Yes, so it seems that I got up another chapter after all. Bwhahaha, you'll all hate me for this one. XD
Chapter 11
Hermione ignored him for the rest of the week. When only three days were left, she decided to tell him just how she felt about his attitude. She had her wand with her, as well as her fists, and as she sat in her chair, watching him sit in hers, her anger boils. Why couldn't he just make it easy for her? He always had to have it his way, his game. She was tired of his game. The game he was playing was seduction, and Hermione knew there were no rules, but she wasn't in the mood for games. Especially not with one Draco Malfoy.
Something was on her mind. He wasn't stupid. It showed in the way she bit her lip, glancing around nervously. When he entered the room, he sat in his chair, the morning sun shining through the windows. When she looked over at him, determination glistening in her eyes, he had the urge to stand up and leave. But something held him back. What it was, he had no idea. All he knew was that when she spoke, he didn't think she could shock him more.
"Are you afraid of me?"
He looks at her like she had thrown a rock at him, with a spell to back its speed. "Why would I be afraid of some mudblood?" He comments cynically.
She flinches both mentally and physically. She hated it when he used that word around her. She didn't mind what it implied. So what? She was better off then him, and she'd take her parents to his. But still, the thought of him trying to insult her irritated her more then anything else. She looks at him, staring. He showed such reverence sometimes. One moment, carrying for her like a brother, the next seducing her like a lover, and yet the next trying to kill her like arch enemies. Hermione moved so her feet were tucked under her lap.
"What game are you trying to play, anyways?"
He smirks at her, "Thought you'd have guessed it by now. The game I'm playing is simply to hurt you."
She shakes her head; "I can't believe that."
Draco shrugs, carelessly, "Really? And what makes you think I'd even give a care about what you think?"
Hermione stares at him, "It's in your eyes."
He blinks quickly, looking away. His eyes hide from her as he keeps his gaze from hers, "You don't know anything about me. And my eyes won't help you."
"They do, whether you want them to or not." She speaks assured of herself. She doesn't care what he can do to her now. She had seen the spark in his eyes when he touched her. When she was hurt, and when she had taken a different man to bed. She knew, and for all she thought she was betting her life on this.
He frowned, she was so positive of herself. But why? For all she knew he was still the cold mudblood hater as always. He didn't even know why he was here in the first place. Their fathers hated each other, and suddenly, they're sending their kids over to each other's houses? His father was up to something. He didn't like it when his father plotted something. Draco always ended in the middle of it. One way or another. He shook his head, refusing to look her in her eyes now. He couldn't afford to give her any small glance at what he was feeling. "I'm not afraid of you, Granger. Not at all."
Just to prove his point, he stood up, grumbling to himself, walking into his room.
She watched him carefully. He hadn't reacted as she had initially thought he would. Now she was curious as to why he had acted the way he had. She knew he wasn't afraid of her, but it had been enough provocation to get him to realize that she wasn't stupid. He was feeling something about her. She had little fears about him, but other then that, she'd stand up to him without another thought.
He slid onto his bed with relative grace. Little did anyone know, but when Draco was younger, his mother had given him dance lessons. He could pivot and do all the little dance moves he wanted. When his father found out though, he had beaten his mother. Draco loved his mom, and thereby never disagreed with his father again. He found going along wasn't so bad. After all, he did get to have more freedoms. That's why he had taken the chance of slipping the girl into his room. She had been some muggle, a step sister of one of his 'friends.'
He hadn't thought his father would punish him like this. He hadn't even expected a punishment. But still, how could four weeks at Granger's be a punishment? It had been fun tormenting her. Although she had stirred emotions in him, but he had rebuffed them immediately.
Falling into the cover of a mid-day nap, he thinks of his situation wearily. Two words echoed through his head as sleep pulled him under: Don't get attached.
He awoke to sounds of other people. Not just one, mind you. He wouldn't have panicked then. If it had been just Hermione on the phone or something, he wouldn't have cared. But no-he heard another guys voice.
Suddenly alert, he heard the familiar noises of a woman and man's bed acts as he got up quickly. Slightly scared of what he'd find, he rushed over to the door, opening it with a loud snap.
The scene inside was unbearable to him.
Hermione was sprawled on a figure; her panties pushed half way down her legs. His eyes traced up her sleek figure, seeing her bare chest, bra and shirt cast to the side carelessly. On the floor were other clothes, clearly not a planned meeting. Looking at the male figure, he didn't recognize it. He cleared his throat, watching as Hermione turned herself over, arm dripped around the man's shoulders, his hands still placed defiantly on her chest. A scowl was on her face as she looked at him expectantly. "Do you mind?"
Draco's mouth dropped open as he saw the man clearly for once, "That's-That's…"
FS: Good to have you back!!
Agony Manson: Glad you like it XD
A/N: Bwhahahaha… So, who is her little Mystery Man? A muggle from the party? Ron? Harry? Maybe an old friend of his. Guess you'll have to wait until next time to know!
Or you'll need me when I'm not here at all.
Miss me when I'm gone
Again, yeah.
Im going down in flames
I'm falling into this again
Im going down in flames
I'm falling into this again
-Three Doors Down; Going Down in Flames
A/N: Yes, so it seems that I got up another chapter after all. Bwhahaha, you'll all hate me for this one. XD
Chapter 11
Hermione ignored him for the rest of the week. When only three days were left, she decided to tell him just how she felt about his attitude. She had her wand with her, as well as her fists, and as she sat in her chair, watching him sit in hers, her anger boils. Why couldn't he just make it easy for her? He always had to have it his way, his game. She was tired of his game. The game he was playing was seduction, and Hermione knew there were no rules, but she wasn't in the mood for games. Especially not with one Draco Malfoy.
Something was on her mind. He wasn't stupid. It showed in the way she bit her lip, glancing around nervously. When he entered the room, he sat in his chair, the morning sun shining through the windows. When she looked over at him, determination glistening in her eyes, he had the urge to stand up and leave. But something held him back. What it was, he had no idea. All he knew was that when she spoke, he didn't think she could shock him more.
"Are you afraid of me?"
He looks at her like she had thrown a rock at him, with a spell to back its speed. "Why would I be afraid of some mudblood?" He comments cynically.
She flinches both mentally and physically. She hated it when he used that word around her. She didn't mind what it implied. So what? She was better off then him, and she'd take her parents to his. But still, the thought of him trying to insult her irritated her more then anything else. She looks at him, staring. He showed such reverence sometimes. One moment, carrying for her like a brother, the next seducing her like a lover, and yet the next trying to kill her like arch enemies. Hermione moved so her feet were tucked under her lap.
"What game are you trying to play, anyways?"
He smirks at her, "Thought you'd have guessed it by now. The game I'm playing is simply to hurt you."
She shakes her head; "I can't believe that."
Draco shrugs, carelessly, "Really? And what makes you think I'd even give a care about what you think?"
Hermione stares at him, "It's in your eyes."
He blinks quickly, looking away. His eyes hide from her as he keeps his gaze from hers, "You don't know anything about me. And my eyes won't help you."
"They do, whether you want them to or not." She speaks assured of herself. She doesn't care what he can do to her now. She had seen the spark in his eyes when he touched her. When she was hurt, and when she had taken a different man to bed. She knew, and for all she thought she was betting her life on this.
He frowned, she was so positive of herself. But why? For all she knew he was still the cold mudblood hater as always. He didn't even know why he was here in the first place. Their fathers hated each other, and suddenly, they're sending their kids over to each other's houses? His father was up to something. He didn't like it when his father plotted something. Draco always ended in the middle of it. One way or another. He shook his head, refusing to look her in her eyes now. He couldn't afford to give her any small glance at what he was feeling. "I'm not afraid of you, Granger. Not at all."
Just to prove his point, he stood up, grumbling to himself, walking into his room.
She watched him carefully. He hadn't reacted as she had initially thought he would. Now she was curious as to why he had acted the way he had. She knew he wasn't afraid of her, but it had been enough provocation to get him to realize that she wasn't stupid. He was feeling something about her. She had little fears about him, but other then that, she'd stand up to him without another thought.
He slid onto his bed with relative grace. Little did anyone know, but when Draco was younger, his mother had given him dance lessons. He could pivot and do all the little dance moves he wanted. When his father found out though, he had beaten his mother. Draco loved his mom, and thereby never disagreed with his father again. He found going along wasn't so bad. After all, he did get to have more freedoms. That's why he had taken the chance of slipping the girl into his room. She had been some muggle, a step sister of one of his 'friends.'
He hadn't thought his father would punish him like this. He hadn't even expected a punishment. But still, how could four weeks at Granger's be a punishment? It had been fun tormenting her. Although she had stirred emotions in him, but he had rebuffed them immediately.
Falling into the cover of a mid-day nap, he thinks of his situation wearily. Two words echoed through his head as sleep pulled him under: Don't get attached.
He awoke to sounds of other people. Not just one, mind you. He wouldn't have panicked then. If it had been just Hermione on the phone or something, he wouldn't have cared. But no-he heard another guys voice.
Suddenly alert, he heard the familiar noises of a woman and man's bed acts as he got up quickly. Slightly scared of what he'd find, he rushed over to the door, opening it with a loud snap.
The scene inside was unbearable to him.
Hermione was sprawled on a figure; her panties pushed half way down her legs. His eyes traced up her sleek figure, seeing her bare chest, bra and shirt cast to the side carelessly. On the floor were other clothes, clearly not a planned meeting. Looking at the male figure, he didn't recognize it. He cleared his throat, watching as Hermione turned herself over, arm dripped around the man's shoulders, his hands still placed defiantly on her chest. A scowl was on her face as she looked at him expectantly. "Do you mind?"
Draco's mouth dropped open as he saw the man clearly for once, "That's-That's…"
FS: Good to have you back!!
Agony Manson: Glad you like it XD
A/N: Bwhahahaha… So, who is her little Mystery Man? A muggle from the party? Ron? Harry? Maybe an old friend of his. Guess you'll have to wait until next time to know!
