Harry arrived back at Ron's apartment several hours later as he spotted Ron sitting on the couch having a beer as he watched re-runs of Saturday Night Live.
" Hey Harry," Ron smiled as he took another sip of his beer. " Where you been off to?"
"Oh nothing much," Harry showed a faint smile as he placed his wand back into his back pocket " Went to take a look around the neighborhood-nice place it is New York…"
Ron nodded "Ah- I love this city, but its not the same kind of busy as London but hey-the currency here seems a tad cheaper."
"I'm going to get some shut eye Ron." Harry said as he took his shoes off and head towards the bedroom that was now designated as his.
" I think I should too" Ron stretched his legs as he took the last gulp of his beer and shut of the television.
Harry closed his door shut as he looked around the room he plopped himself upon the bed sitting at the very edge of it as his eyes scattered to every corner. He then spotted a spider in the window who was consuming its very late dinner. Harry flinched in disgust as he looked at it. He then grinned maliciously and pulled out his wand and whispered Imperio! The spider stood still as it dropped its prey. Harry then focused hard and still at the spider as he made it walk up and down its web, flicking its legs outward and rolling in circles. Perficus Totalus! He stammered and with that it dropped petrified upon the windowsill, legs up. Harry grinned as he stared at the wand. He was in better shape than he thought he was…if only Draco could taste the fear.
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Hermione
Hermione was in bed with the covers over her head as she sobbed. She wiped away the tears from her eyes as she pounded her face straight in to the depths of her overly fluffed pillow breathing in the stale air beneath her covers. Tossing and turning Hermione could close her eyes-nor rest in spite of everything that happened that week. She could bare to never see Draco again-she had to say goodbye-or at least kiss those lips one last time-or hug his warm body one last time-to show her love to him…one last time.
" What have I done to you my love?" she called out to the ceiling thinking Draco could hear from afar. " I have destroyed you…Thus letting it backfire upon me…" she whimpered slapping her hand upon her forehead. She pulled her promise ring off her finger that Draco gave her as she stared at its beauty. It shimmered like a star-a drop of morning dew upon a rose-yet it was swallowed by the darkness of the room-just like her. " I need you so much Draco…" she whispered as if talking to the ring. She slowly placed it back on her finger as if it was as sacred as her brittle heart. Hermione then curled back into bed crying herself to sleep.
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Draco
He was smoking on a cigarette-probably the sixth pack that day as he was watching old-fashioned romance movies-yeah the black and white kind with the drastic music in the background. It was the scene when the lady was kissing the "so called" man of her dreams, which she lost and now found.
"It's been so long my love" she said looking into the mans eyes
" Kiss me Ella," the man drew near to the woman
" Oh Ian." She cried aloud as she threw her arms around him and cried for joy.
" Who watches this shit?" Draco yelled at the television and threw his cigarette at the screen-thus leaving ashes all over
the floor. He clicked the television off as he went to the kitchen to make tea when he heard the phone ring.
" What in the lords name…" Draco complained as he grabbed for the phone underneath a pile of napkins.
"Hello-who is calling at this hour?" Draco said into the phone
" Take a wild guess my rival," the person said back. Draco was shocked-he new this voice all to well.
" Mr. Harry Potter…" Draco said under his breath
" I just want you to know that its now all your goddamn fault my life is now an absolute mess you bastard." Harry immediately said
" Well I suppose you have called all to complain to me…" Draco talked back " What is it now you bloke,"
" My wife is bickering her bloody head off for me to sign divorce papers all because you opened your fat ugly mouth about Hermione and I."
" I suppose I did a job well done,"
"So how are things with you and your lover? After you stormed onto the bus after I told you the whole truth about what a fine time we had during the wedding dinner…"
" That's none of your business you bloody leech," Draco snickered
" I think I have the sure right to know since I am sharing my woes."
" I sure didn't ask you to Potter."
" you know you're a bastard that should die"
" Right back at you Harry." Draco lit another cigarette
"I don't think that will be possible the next time we have a nice conversation…" Harry slyly whispered.
" Do you think I bloody care?" Draco snapped " What in the right mind do you have calling me besides telling me how your life is crumbling all because of me?! Just so you know Harry its actually wonderful news to me…and it just brightened my day-another thing that would do the same is if you rotted in hell." Draco snapped he was just about to hang up the phone and-
" I'm sure you will go to hell first Draco---for all the things that have befallen upon me all because of you…." Harry snickered " I assure you we will speak again-but it will be our last and I assure you it will definitely be yours." Harry cackled as he hung up the phone.
" That bloody bastard…" Draco hung up. He looked around the room at his boxes and such. What did Harry mean by that… Draco pondered as he shivered slightly. Was it a shiver in fear? Draco walked over into his bedroom as he pulled out a trunk from his closet, the one he took with him when he last saw his dad flee from home. Unlocking the lock upon it he opened the cover rummaging through his memories, there was his cloak from Hogwarts, his quills and parchment and such. In the far corner however was a box lined with green silk. His eyes grew wide as he quickly flung the box open to reveal none other than his wand. Did Harry really challenge me to some sort of a duel? Draco chuckled, but then just as he laughed the wand sparked a bit as a gust wind blew throughout the room, and then died away. Maybe Potter was serious…but when he comes I'll be ready…Draco thought. Yea sure---Potter out to get me…he thought to himself sarcastically. It was quite a hilarious thought-yet there was nothing funny about it.
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Authors Note
hehe! Sorry kids but there isn't any bloodshed yet--hint next chapter…. MWAHAHAA!!!
I shall hold you people in much suspense…since I don't think I will be having much time upon my hands this week ; ;
-Your loving author