Draco's Surprises Part Two:
What the Hell!?
DISCLAIMER: Okay I want to tell you I don't and never will own Harry Potter.
A/N: I would like to thank you reviewers and my friends who read my story. I would like to thank you all. I love you.
Hermione woke up snuggled into something warm. She started to think about what happened and the events of the night before came rushing into her head. She smiled as she remembered what he had said, it wasn't just sex it was love.
"Good morning sleepy head." He whispered into her ear and started kissing the back of her neck.
"Good morning." She said leaning back into his body. "What time is it?"
"Almost noon. Want to go down to lunch, or stay up here?"
"I think we should make an appearance. Harry will get worried, besides we have to make sure he doesn't try to kill Ron again. How about we eat dinner up here just the two of us?"
"Okay." He sighed in defeat.
They got dressed and headed down to the Great Hall. They decided to sit at the Head table inviting Harry along with them. They went through the day as any normal Saturday and they both went to their common room where dinner had been set up for them already.
"Draco, I have a question. What the hell is wrong with Pansy? Why the hell does she keep saying she'll tell your father when your father is dead? Was she dropped on her head when she was a baby?"
"Actually, yes. That's why she is such an idiot. We were supposed to get married, but as soon as my dad died I called it off. I didn't want to be married to a brain dead idiot."
They heard a tapping on the window and Hermione got up to let the owl in. She took the letter from the owl looked at the envelope and fainted.
Draco immediately ran to her side to see what had happened. He picked up the envelope and read the front of it; To Draco Malfoy, From Lucius Malfoy. He stared at it in disbelief. His father was dead how could he be writing to him. He opened it and read it.
Draco,
I have heard from a reliable source that you are now seeing the mudblood Granger. I will let you know I will not stand for this. You will come home for the break and we will discuss this. I hope to hear your explanation as to why you are screwing a mudblood you have disgraced the Malfoy name. ANSWER IMMEDIATELY or I will come over there myself and kill you and your little TOY.
Yours cordially,
Lucius Malfoy.
All Draco could do was stare at the letter in shock. How did his father know about him and Hermione having sex? He already knew who had told his father they were going out, that was easy, it was Parkinson. But how the hell did he know about hermione and Draco sleeping together?
Just then he heard Hermione groan. He looked to his side and saw her open her eyes. "I had the strangest dream, I dreamt that you got a letter from your father but that's impossible he's dead." She said laughing nervously when she saw the letter in his hand. "What's that?"
"A letter from my father. He's still alive. I don't know how but he is. We need to go talk to the Dumbledor immediately." With that said they both got up off the ground and headed towards the headmasters office.
A/N: Well what do you think? I know I know it's short. WAY short. But I think you'll live. NE WAYS you know the drill please R&R thanx.
What the Hell!?
DISCLAIMER: Okay I want to tell you I don't and never will own Harry Potter.
A/N: I would like to thank you reviewers and my friends who read my story. I would like to thank you all. I love you.
Hermione woke up snuggled into something warm. She started to think about what happened and the events of the night before came rushing into her head. She smiled as she remembered what he had said, it wasn't just sex it was love.
"Good morning sleepy head." He whispered into her ear and started kissing the back of her neck.
"Good morning." She said leaning back into his body. "What time is it?"
"Almost noon. Want to go down to lunch, or stay up here?"
"I think we should make an appearance. Harry will get worried, besides we have to make sure he doesn't try to kill Ron again. How about we eat dinner up here just the two of us?"
"Okay." He sighed in defeat.
They got dressed and headed down to the Great Hall. They decided to sit at the Head table inviting Harry along with them. They went through the day as any normal Saturday and they both went to their common room where dinner had been set up for them already.
"Draco, I have a question. What the hell is wrong with Pansy? Why the hell does she keep saying she'll tell your father when your father is dead? Was she dropped on her head when she was a baby?"
"Actually, yes. That's why she is such an idiot. We were supposed to get married, but as soon as my dad died I called it off. I didn't want to be married to a brain dead idiot."
They heard a tapping on the window and Hermione got up to let the owl in. She took the letter from the owl looked at the envelope and fainted.
Draco immediately ran to her side to see what had happened. He picked up the envelope and read the front of it; To Draco Malfoy, From Lucius Malfoy. He stared at it in disbelief. His father was dead how could he be writing to him. He opened it and read it.
Draco,
I have heard from a reliable source that you are now seeing the mudblood Granger. I will let you know I will not stand for this. You will come home for the break and we will discuss this. I hope to hear your explanation as to why you are screwing a mudblood you have disgraced the Malfoy name. ANSWER IMMEDIATELY or I will come over there myself and kill you and your little TOY.
Yours cordially,
Lucius Malfoy.
All Draco could do was stare at the letter in shock. How did his father know about him and Hermione having sex? He already knew who had told his father they were going out, that was easy, it was Parkinson. But how the hell did he know about hermione and Draco sleeping together?
Just then he heard Hermione groan. He looked to his side and saw her open her eyes. "I had the strangest dream, I dreamt that you got a letter from your father but that's impossible he's dead." She said laughing nervously when she saw the letter in his hand. "What's that?"
"A letter from my father. He's still alive. I don't know how but he is. We need to go talk to the Dumbledor immediately." With that said they both got up off the ground and headed towards the headmasters office.
A/N: Well what do you think? I know I know it's short. WAY short. But I think you'll live. NE WAYS you know the drill please R&R thanx.