~Cell Mates~
(Ummm... yeah, I'll rate this chapter R to be safe.)
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She handed him the cloak as she re-braided her hair and introduced herself to Mrs.Malfoy. "So, Malfoy" she smirked "Have you come to save me again?"
Draco looked her in the eye and responded "Actually yes I have. . . My father is trying to kill us. Now pack up, Granger."
_______ Chapter 11 -What Must Be Done _______
Hermione had packed up momentarily throwing everything necessary into her suitcase, forgetting the talking diary on her nightstand. She made sure to write her mother a note as to where she was going and not to worry about her. Although in a situation like this, worry might be acceptable. "Where are we going?" she said, as she closed and locked the door behind her.
"America" she said, grabbing some luggage, "A Muggle hotel in California, called the Black Garden. It was the only one accepting last minute reservations."
Draco looked up, a mixture of disgust and shock "Muggle? You've bloody lost your mind."
"Its better then loosing your life, now MOVE" she said ushering her son out the door, along with Hermione. "They wont think to look in the muggle world first. If you get suspicious that they are on to you, just leave. I'll figure out where you're going."
"You're not coming with us?" Draco questioned.
"That would be too suspicious, Draco." Narcissa replied. "Plus, I have some business to deal with at home. Here's what you are going to do, check into the Black Garden resort as Mrs. Rebecca Scott and Mr. John Scott, a honeymooning couple. I wish I could do better, but the Black Garden is famous for its honeymoon suites, and that's all I could book." Narcissa smiled, but the two young adults didn't see the devilish gleam in her eye. Purposely she had plotted the honeymoon suite. Purposely she had planned for them to be registered under the same name. They had to fall in love, she had to make this match. "Just put up with each other, or you'll both be sorry. Goodbye Son, Goodbye Hermione. Good luck." She quickly told them where to apparate to, and then ran away to find a place in which she could apparate as well.
______Malfoy Manor________
Narcissa sat on the king sized canopy bed. The comforter was black, and the sheets were gray and emerald, everything in their room were colors of Slytherin. Even the wood was so dark it looked black, engraved in it were patterns of serpents, and on their headboard was a lightly engraved symbol of the Dark Mark. Narcissa hated the room, whenever Lucius wasn't there, she would always find another to sleep in.
She had owled Lucius at work just a few minutes before telling him to be home early, she would have a surprise for him. Narcissa was going to give him something he hadn't gotten in along time, and then something new. She smiled, whether devilishly or ingeniously. Sitting down on the large bed, she went to the nightstand and quickly pulled something out, and placed it under the pillows.
Narcissa then removed herself off the bed, and grabbed a silky bag from the shelf near the mirror. She looked inside and grimaced, but it was all part of the plan. Taking the bag she went into the bathroom and removed its contents. Inside was a dark emerald green corset, it was low cut, as all exotic lingerie is. The woman at Madam Violette's Lingerie Parlor said it would look seductive on her. She just hoped it'd distract him enough. Putting her wavy blonde hair into a loose bun, she removed the midnight blue robes she had been wearing and tried to get into the damned corset. About 5 tries later and bruises from falling; the hideous garment was on.
She looked at herself in the mirror, and let her hair fall down, it reached past her collarbone. Narcissa wasn't used to this new look, but in a way she kind of liked it. She just didn't like the fact that she was going to use this look on the man who is plotting to murder their child. At this very moment she hated Lucius Malfoy's guts and she hated the fact that she was going to do this. She could feel the butterflies in her stomach. He'd be home any minute, any minute now.
Walking into her bedroom closet, she threw on the short silken black bathrobe that she had brought herself for Valentine's day, since her husband was 'far too busy' to buy her anything. She looked into the mirror, which was on the closet door and make a funny face. "Hey there Lucius, come and get it you sexy, sick deprived murderous bastard!" she said in a mock seductive tone, eventually turning bitter at the end. She made note to be a little more discrete and desirable when the moment came. Growling at the Dark Mark, she sat down on the bed in an seductive fashion and waited for her husbands arrival. Any minute now. . .just any minute. . .
She tried to remain still when she heard the footsteps coming up the stairs. Any second now. . .But she just had the strongest urge to hide, or to run away. Staying strong, she remained grounded. It was something that had to be done. It was definitely him approaching, she recognized the steps. They were right outside the door, but then they faded. . .proceeding down the hallway. [What is he doing?] though Narcissa, still fidgeting uncomfortably in her new found attire. All of a sudden she heard the footsteps come back, and the doorknob turned.
She heard from the outside of the door "Narcissa, what DID you want?" replied her husband irritated. When the door opened, Lucius Malfoy was revealed wearing a dark gray velvet robe. "My my" he replied when he saw his wife. His irritation quickly turned to excitement "What do we have here"
Hiding her destment, she smirked and replied "Well just a little surprise for my devilishly delicious husband." She winked at him as he walked coolly on over. Narcissa wanted to vomit, but she continued smirking. There was a devilish gleam in her eye, as if something bigger was bound to happen.
Lucius eyed her up and down again "That outfit looks good on you, but I bet it would look even better off you and on the floor." He made his way over to the bed in a snakelike motion, and Narcissa had flashbacks to their wild nights when they were newly married. {NO! Stop thinking this, it'll make it harder to do.} Narcissa eventually channeled her thoughts on one thing, saving her son.
Lucius was now on the bed, a look in his eye that she hadn't seen for a long time. A look that she hadn't seen ever since he started intense death eater work. There were a lot of things the Dark Lord could give Lucius: Money, Power, Wealth, Social Status, but not sex. God help the person who makes love to the Dark Lord. He pushed her down with great intensity and began to remove the dark gray robes he was wearing, as he started to rip the corset off with his teeth. Narcissa struggled to get back on top, but he was too strong. She kicked him slightly and he took the hint, and rolled over. Now he was right where she wanted him.
Lucius was now fully un-clothed and herself partially since the corset had been so tight. She felt Lucius grab her arms and pull her down. NOT AGAIN. She struggled, but he thought it to be just a game. She couldn't look at him like this, naked and all. It would make her enjoy this, it would make her change her mind. She thought of her son, and then she thought of him in the grasp of this vicious man she once loved. "Narcissa" he moaned "Stop moving, woman."
"Just let go of one hand, Lucius" she said. The corset was beginning to get even more uncomfortable and he let go resentfully of the hand he had bound to the bed with his. She ran the hand through his hair, her eyes still closed. He did not notice. She thought of Draco again, and how much he meant to her, her own son. He had to succeed. After gently sliding her hand down his back, she quickly placed it under the pillow. "Lucius, close your eyes" she said seductively.
"Why?" he said, sounding breathless.
"Because, I have yet another surprise." Narcissa replied teasingly.
"I tend to like you're surprises these days" said Lucius, a smile curling at his lips. Lucius did as she asked and closed his eyes. Narcissa gulped and took out the dagger hidden under the pillow. [Do it for Draco. Do it, because it needs to be done]. Quickly before Lucius could open his eyes, she took the dagger and drove it in his neck, his naked form fell upon her, the blood covering them both. She struggled to get out from the weight of her dead husband. Her hands were bloody, along with the dripping blood that covered her hair and face. Now Lucius was out of the way, all she had to worry about was Voldemort. She had to run before he found her, until he was destroyed. She kneeled over her husband's dead body, dagger still in hand, "I hope you enjoyed that surprise." She said, a deathly silence in her voice.
_____Italy______
~Draco's Point of View~
The busy streets of California were crowded with all sorts of people. . .it wasn't like Diagon Alley, they were all Muggles. Dirty, thilthy excuses of humankind to walk the earth. Of course Granger wouldn't mind this at all, she was practically one of them, seeing she grew up with these disgraceful sort. Draco shuddered, how awful it would to be living in their presence for such a extended time. "Granger, I want to get out of here."
"Rebecca" she corrected in her matter of fact tone, "My name is Rebecca, Johnny darling."
"You are going to cut that darling crap out" Draco said threateningly "I am not pretending to be married to you."
"Well its not like I'm enjoying it, can't you just suck it up in public?" Hermione asked
"No, because you're a thithy mudblood." Draco snarled.
"A disgraceful mudblood who you saved." She smirked, knowing he'd have to scavenge up some mean excuse for that. "You know, you don't have to be mean all the time. Look where it got you're father."
"Don't take the saving thing too personally. Just move Gra-Rebecca" But the scary thing was, Draco did take it personally. If it was Millicent he probably wouldn't have cared less, if it was anybody else he didn't know if he'd be willing to do that. There was something different about this Mudblood, and he hated himself for thinking it, he was scared to think it. Fear is not a common emotion for Draco Malfoy, but this whole trip in California scared him. Being alone with her scared him, he might do something stupid like fall for her.
"Black Garden. . .Black Garden. . .quite a morbid name for a primarily honeymooning resort, eh?" Hermione said, laughing at the irony.
"Ouch. Goddamn Muggles" Draco yelled as yet another one bumped into him on the streets. What was with these people? Didn't they care? It was a nice spring day, and the sun was peeking out of the clouds, a nice breeze running through his loose blond hair.
"Okay rule number one, don't call them muggles. As of now, we are muggles, remember that" Hermione whispered in his ear.
He felt a chill go down his spine as her lips approached his skin. [Damn wind] he thought, trying to shake the remaining chills. "Fine fine, know-it- all. I see some things haven't changed since school."
"Whatever, just trying to save your arse so our cover isn't blown." His wavy haired companion shrugged "Hey, let's go buy some new clothes for you. That shirt looks horrible."
"You don't like it? It makes my muscles look big" he retorted.
"It looks like it could fit an 11 year old, lets go John." She said passing a crowd of muggles with their shopping bags. Draco followed her into a store called Eastwood Boutique, where she picked him out 2 nice suits to wear, and a few pairs of jeans and casual button down shirts. She purchased herself two dresses (she had packed casual clothes, being she lived in a Muggle neighborhood for most of her life). After she had paid, she asked a passerby for directions to the Black Garden. The woman was slightly chubby, red-headed and had a friendly nature about her. Hermione would say she'd be the muggle version of Mrs.Weasley.
"Black Garden?" she said, smiling '"I see you two must be on your Honeymoon?"
Draco grabbed her hand and squeezed it. Her hand felt warm and comforting, although never in his life would he admit such a thing out loud. "Yes, I hear the resort is good." He said giving his 'wife' a small smile. Of course it was fake, he didn't enjoy this pretending one bit. . .he didn't!
Hermione smiled back "You read the brochures, darling. It said the finest in all of California." Hermione couldn't believe she was actually doing this, pretending to be married to Draco Malfoy! This is the kind of thing one could imagine only happens in really bad horror movies. But he did save her life. . .and there was something else there about him, that he proved to her when he saved her from death. It was something that didn't cause her to want to vomit when he touched her.
The muggle lady who reminded her of Mrs.Weasley responded to the two, "Well dearies, just go one more block, and look for the tall stone building on your right." They quickly thanked the woman and walked on.
When they had walked a few more minutes Draco interrupted Hermione's thoughts. "You're still holding on to my hand." Hermione blushed, and quickly let go. Draco smiled to himself, and proceeded walking. The two soon approached the gates of the hotel. They were tall and black and on the front it said BG in large elegant letters. The place itself was huge, almost like a elegant dark palace. Their were flower's lining the walkways, all sorts. White flowers, blue flowers, yellow flowers, pink flowers, any color you name it. The trees were blossoming with flowers as well. This place was certainly not recommended for Muggles with severe allergies.
Draco watched as long moving carriages with lights pulled up and let out passengers. He knew they were some sort of muggle transportation. "What are THOSE?" he said pointing at one.
"Automobiles, cars, Limousines. . .and lower your voice John. It doesn't look well to not know what a car is in this world. Just pretend you know what you're doing, okay?"
Draco looked Hermione up and down, she was still dressed in the comfy gray pants and a sweatshirt. "This place seems wealthy, and no wife of mine will go into a fancy resort like that, get changed."
"Here? Out side the gates?" Hermione questioned. Draco pulled her by the arm and led her across the street to a construction site, and threw her into a blue booth-like thing. He had no idea what it was, but they couldn't go into the hotel dressed as they were. "Dra-John. . .this is a portable bathroom."
"A portable WHAT?" he said, giving her a puzzled stare. As he looked around the small area he saw it actually was a portable bathroom stall. "Muggles are so disgusting, honestly." Draco handed her one of the bags they had just brought, and tried to fit their suitcases on one side of the bathroom. Luckily the port-a-potty was an extra large one, and Hermione thanked the construction workers for using that one. "This stinks, literally" complained Draco as he handed her the short black spaghetti strap dress she had brought. "Change."
"NOT in front of you." Insisted Hermione.
"Fine, I'll leave." He went to open the door, only to find a herd of construction workers gathering outside "They're all outside" he whispered "Look just change, we're supposedly married anyway."
"Then close you're eyes."
"This is silly" but he closed his eyes anyway as she quickly took off the shirt and flung it over her head and began to get changed until she heard a 'plunk'. "Oh my God, that is disgusting" Hermione exclaimed as she saw her black sweatshirt now submerged in the toilet. Draco opened his eyes curious to find the sweatshirt submerged in the basin full of fecal matter and urine. This surely wasn't a fun place to be. He looked up to see Hermione, sweatshirt less but quickly turned away hoping she wouldn't notice.
"Hurry up, our check in time is in 10 minutes, and we are trapped in a bloody portable loo." Draco, who was turned around on the opposite side, threw off his too small shirt and searched around for the bag. He hoped the construction workers had gone because he was making an awful lot of noise scavenging for the bag. Noticing he had kicked it to the other side, he walked a few steps over to go and fetch it. It was hard to breath, considering the air holes on top were limited. He reached down to pick up the bag by Hermione's feet. She had already changed into her dress, and as he grabbed the bag their eyes locked for a brief moment.
There was Hermione, the stupid Granger girl, standing there before him. With her brown wavy hair and brown eyes, and for some reason she looked different. She looked Good. [Die Draco, Die] he thought [just drop dead, for thinking that.] But their eyes were still interlocked he was standing before her with no shirt on. . .in a dirty disgusting port a potty. He didn't know how else to react, she cocked her head sideways and he pushed her up against the wall kissing her lightly on the lips.
Hermione felt something run through her that she hadn't felt before, the only problem was, she wasn't ready to admit it. "Stop" she whispered, although she didn't stop, she pushed further with her tongue.
"I thought you said stop?" Draco asked, his silvery gray eyes bearing into her brown ones.
Hermione got a hold of herself, and realized what she had just done "Yes, I did. . .I mean, its just not right. Okay? I'm supposed to be with Harry, and this. . .well we hate each other, it's not right." Despite the fact she didn't want him to stop, she couldn't do that to Harry, she couldn't insult his memory and have a fling with Malfoy. He was still Malfoy and she was still Hermione Granger despite the fact that they were posing as somebody else.
"Right." sneered Draco. "Golden boy Potter." He threw on a black button down shirt and khaki slacks. Hermione had turned away to listen if the construction workers had gone. Unfortunately they were still outside the door. Draco didn't know what made him kiss her, it just seemed right. He'd make a mental note to slap himself later.
Hermione turned around viciously at the Golden Boy comment. Her eyes were furious "DON'T TALK ABOUT HIM THAT WAY, YOU DIDN'T KNOW HIM LIKE I DID, JUST SHUT UP." She yelled at the brink of tears. Draco could have easily assumed it was because she missed him dearly. . .but Hermione knew it was something deeper, something more. However she'd never admit to herself she was having inner battles about wanting Draco Malfoy.
All of a sudden there was a bang on the door and a burly looking muggle with a potbelly and construction cap busted in. "Excuse me? What do you two think you are doing?" the man said, noting the display of clothes scattered around the floor "GET OUT" he roared, flinging their stuff on the dirty ground, and out of the stall.
"Honestly sir, we had a event to go to and were just changing." Hermione apologized "We're sorry."
"Rebecca" Draco said curtly "Let's go, don't waste your time apologizing." Now changed, the two looked slightly more presentable to be entering a hotel of that caliber. As they were leaving the construction site under close guard of the potbellied man, Draco looked at his watch "SHIT, We're an hour past check in, my mother told us to be on time! We got the bloody time wrong, hurry up!" he yelled at Hermione who was attempting to run in the sandals she also brought spur of the moment.
The streets were busy, filled with cars and muggles on those silly motorized scooters. That particular trend must have hit America because every body seemed to have them. The waited for a time to cross, but being in a hurry Draco ran ahead until he felt some force hit his calf hard. He fell to the ground, and saw Hermione stop short. He looked up to see a boy no older then 15 on top of one of the scooters. [Damn him] Draco thought, holding his leg. He heard Hermione yell "What do you think you are doing? Watch where you're going next time! See, you can injure people you crazy kid!"
"Hey, cool it woman" the kid replied, as if it were no big deal "I'll watch where I'm going next time, okay?" he scooted off, leaving a very pissed Hermione.
"John, are you okay?" she said, bending down to help him up.
"Where did that prat go, I want to curse him to hell." He bunched up a fist and snarled.
"Let's just go, come on. Can you walk?" she asked him.
"Ew, my pants are dirty." Draco said as he looked down at this new Khakis.
"Get over it." She laughed and helped him to his feet. They walked with more ease to the gates and finally entered. Hermione noted that Draco had a slight limp. When they got into the lobby Hermione was awe struck. There was a television in the corner that was used to display current weather conditions for the tourists. The floors were silver marble and the walls were elegant pearl with navy blue border. The couches were of black leather, and had navy blue throw pillows scattered about them. She could smell the chlorine from the indoor pool not very far away. It reminded her of a hotel she stayed at with Harry once. . .she had to remind herself, that those times were gone. It hurt, but she had to remind herself.
"Reservations for Mr. And Mrs. Scott please." Hermione said, when the waiter asked for their name.
The woman wore a tight bun and a classy looking business suit, she spoke tensely as if she hadn't laughed in a long time "You're an hour late."
"Our apologies, the limo hit traffic." Draco apologized. It was a lie, but it was still an apology. The woman just gave them an icy glare.
"We are very lucky nobody claimed your room. Rooms come and go around here, which is important why you should check at the correct time." She typed something in on the computer and eventually said "Enjoy your stay."
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Hermione laughed as she saw the look of pure amusement on Draco's face as they went up to floor 3 on the Elevator. He had never seen anything like it before. They passed many other couples in the hall, they all seemed totally in love with each other. And then there were families, with kids of all kinds. Smiles, every where and every one was full of smiles. Draco and Hermione finally found their room, true to Mrs.Malfoy's word it was a honeymoon suite.
It had one bed. One. King-Sized. Bed. There was a couch, which Hermione figured she'd probably sleep on. She took a tour of the bathroom, there was a Jacuzzi and a huge shower. Their was also a loft with a mini-bar and even a refrigerator for foods and other drinks. It had the same white/navy pattern, and there was a beautiful view of the city. Mrs.Malfoy sure did know how to pick great rooms. "One bed." Draco said, dully.
"I am NOT sharing a bed with you." Hermione said flatly. "I'll sleep on the couch" she said sitting on it. Draco just nodded and Hermione excused herself to the bathroom, very happy to report it was much cleaner than the port-a-potty. She was exhausted, and was pretty sure that Draco was too, they'd been through a lot. She came out of the bathroom to find Draco limping down the loft stairs. She ran to go help him. "Here" she said offering her hand. He didn't accept, and he watched Hermione turn away, hurt. He lay down on the bed, and he watched as Hermione came back with a pack of ice. "I could have gotten the ice myself you know." He said stubbornly.
"Honestly Draco, you don't have to be so strong all the time. You don't have to make every journey alone" Hermione looked into his eyes, as he finally accepted the ice (resentfully). "Plus, I owe you for saving me."
"Yes I do. When you're by yourself you can't hurt anybody else, and nobody else can hurt you." He said quietly. "MY dad used to tell me that all the time. Told me never to love, it would only bring me down. I don't like to fall down."
"And look at your father now but I understand." Hermione said, knowingly. "Well personally, I'm exhausted. If you need me I'll be taking a nap on the sofa."
"You can share the bed if you want."
"Thanks, but I'm good for now." She said falling asleep all to quickly, still in her dress and heels.
::DREAM SEQUENCE::
::It was a dark room, Hermione was by herself and all of a sudden a bright light turned on and she heard Harry's voice. It was coming nearer and nearer, almost as if coming back from the dead. "Hermione. . .I miss you. I miss you but some one needs you more then I do. You cannot put you're life on hold for me." Now not only his voice could be heard, but he walked into the room too and sat down on a chair. "You don't understand it now, but follow your heart " he grabbed on to her hand "Follow your heart to whoever it leads to, I'll never be mad." His grasp on her hand got fainter as he faded away into the background until she was all alone again.::
Hermione had woken up to find that Draco had fallen asleep, still in his scuffed up Khaki's.[Harry] she thought, remembering the dream. She had talked to Harry. Follow her heart to whoever it leads to? Oh, but Hermione couldn't do that, for it was leading to the blond haired boy asleep on the bed.
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She handed him the cloak as she re-braided her hair and introduced herself to Mrs.Malfoy. "So, Malfoy" she smirked "Have you come to save me again?"
Draco looked her in the eye and responded "Actually yes I have. . . My father is trying to kill us. Now pack up, Granger."
_______ Chapter 11 -What Must Be Done _______
Hermione had packed up momentarily throwing everything necessary into her suitcase, forgetting the talking diary on her nightstand. She made sure to write her mother a note as to where she was going and not to worry about her. Although in a situation like this, worry might be acceptable. "Where are we going?" she said, as she closed and locked the door behind her.
"America" she said, grabbing some luggage, "A Muggle hotel in California, called the Black Garden. It was the only one accepting last minute reservations."
Draco looked up, a mixture of disgust and shock "Muggle? You've bloody lost your mind."
"Its better then loosing your life, now MOVE" she said ushering her son out the door, along with Hermione. "They wont think to look in the muggle world first. If you get suspicious that they are on to you, just leave. I'll figure out where you're going."
"You're not coming with us?" Draco questioned.
"That would be too suspicious, Draco." Narcissa replied. "Plus, I have some business to deal with at home. Here's what you are going to do, check into the Black Garden resort as Mrs. Rebecca Scott and Mr. John Scott, a honeymooning couple. I wish I could do better, but the Black Garden is famous for its honeymoon suites, and that's all I could book." Narcissa smiled, but the two young adults didn't see the devilish gleam in her eye. Purposely she had plotted the honeymoon suite. Purposely she had planned for them to be registered under the same name. They had to fall in love, she had to make this match. "Just put up with each other, or you'll both be sorry. Goodbye Son, Goodbye Hermione. Good luck." She quickly told them where to apparate to, and then ran away to find a place in which she could apparate as well.
______Malfoy Manor________
Narcissa sat on the king sized canopy bed. The comforter was black, and the sheets were gray and emerald, everything in their room were colors of Slytherin. Even the wood was so dark it looked black, engraved in it were patterns of serpents, and on their headboard was a lightly engraved symbol of the Dark Mark. Narcissa hated the room, whenever Lucius wasn't there, she would always find another to sleep in.
She had owled Lucius at work just a few minutes before telling him to be home early, she would have a surprise for him. Narcissa was going to give him something he hadn't gotten in along time, and then something new. She smiled, whether devilishly or ingeniously. Sitting down on the large bed, she went to the nightstand and quickly pulled something out, and placed it under the pillows.
Narcissa then removed herself off the bed, and grabbed a silky bag from the shelf near the mirror. She looked inside and grimaced, but it was all part of the plan. Taking the bag she went into the bathroom and removed its contents. Inside was a dark emerald green corset, it was low cut, as all exotic lingerie is. The woman at Madam Violette's Lingerie Parlor said it would look seductive on her. She just hoped it'd distract him enough. Putting her wavy blonde hair into a loose bun, she removed the midnight blue robes she had been wearing and tried to get into the damned corset. About 5 tries later and bruises from falling; the hideous garment was on.
She looked at herself in the mirror, and let her hair fall down, it reached past her collarbone. Narcissa wasn't used to this new look, but in a way she kind of liked it. She just didn't like the fact that she was going to use this look on the man who is plotting to murder their child. At this very moment she hated Lucius Malfoy's guts and she hated the fact that she was going to do this. She could feel the butterflies in her stomach. He'd be home any minute, any minute now.
Walking into her bedroom closet, she threw on the short silken black bathrobe that she had brought herself for Valentine's day, since her husband was 'far too busy' to buy her anything. She looked into the mirror, which was on the closet door and make a funny face. "Hey there Lucius, come and get it you sexy, sick deprived murderous bastard!" she said in a mock seductive tone, eventually turning bitter at the end. She made note to be a little more discrete and desirable when the moment came. Growling at the Dark Mark, she sat down on the bed in an seductive fashion and waited for her husbands arrival. Any minute now. . .just any minute. . .
She tried to remain still when she heard the footsteps coming up the stairs. Any second now. . .But she just had the strongest urge to hide, or to run away. Staying strong, she remained grounded. It was something that had to be done. It was definitely him approaching, she recognized the steps. They were right outside the door, but then they faded. . .proceeding down the hallway. [What is he doing?] though Narcissa, still fidgeting uncomfortably in her new found attire. All of a sudden she heard the footsteps come back, and the doorknob turned.
She heard from the outside of the door "Narcissa, what DID you want?" replied her husband irritated. When the door opened, Lucius Malfoy was revealed wearing a dark gray velvet robe. "My my" he replied when he saw his wife. His irritation quickly turned to excitement "What do we have here"
Hiding her destment, she smirked and replied "Well just a little surprise for my devilishly delicious husband." She winked at him as he walked coolly on over. Narcissa wanted to vomit, but she continued smirking. There was a devilish gleam in her eye, as if something bigger was bound to happen.
Lucius eyed her up and down again "That outfit looks good on you, but I bet it would look even better off you and on the floor." He made his way over to the bed in a snakelike motion, and Narcissa had flashbacks to their wild nights when they were newly married. {NO! Stop thinking this, it'll make it harder to do.} Narcissa eventually channeled her thoughts on one thing, saving her son.
Lucius was now on the bed, a look in his eye that she hadn't seen for a long time. A look that she hadn't seen ever since he started intense death eater work. There were a lot of things the Dark Lord could give Lucius: Money, Power, Wealth, Social Status, but not sex. God help the person who makes love to the Dark Lord. He pushed her down with great intensity and began to remove the dark gray robes he was wearing, as he started to rip the corset off with his teeth. Narcissa struggled to get back on top, but he was too strong. She kicked him slightly and he took the hint, and rolled over. Now he was right where she wanted him.
Lucius was now fully un-clothed and herself partially since the corset had been so tight. She felt Lucius grab her arms and pull her down. NOT AGAIN. She struggled, but he thought it to be just a game. She couldn't look at him like this, naked and all. It would make her enjoy this, it would make her change her mind. She thought of her son, and then she thought of him in the grasp of this vicious man she once loved. "Narcissa" he moaned "Stop moving, woman."
"Just let go of one hand, Lucius" she said. The corset was beginning to get even more uncomfortable and he let go resentfully of the hand he had bound to the bed with his. She ran the hand through his hair, her eyes still closed. He did not notice. She thought of Draco again, and how much he meant to her, her own son. He had to succeed. After gently sliding her hand down his back, she quickly placed it under the pillow. "Lucius, close your eyes" she said seductively.
"Why?" he said, sounding breathless.
"Because, I have yet another surprise." Narcissa replied teasingly.
"I tend to like you're surprises these days" said Lucius, a smile curling at his lips. Lucius did as she asked and closed his eyes. Narcissa gulped and took out the dagger hidden under the pillow. [Do it for Draco. Do it, because it needs to be done]. Quickly before Lucius could open his eyes, she took the dagger and drove it in his neck, his naked form fell upon her, the blood covering them both. She struggled to get out from the weight of her dead husband. Her hands were bloody, along with the dripping blood that covered her hair and face. Now Lucius was out of the way, all she had to worry about was Voldemort. She had to run before he found her, until he was destroyed. She kneeled over her husband's dead body, dagger still in hand, "I hope you enjoyed that surprise." She said, a deathly silence in her voice.
_____Italy______
~Draco's Point of View~
The busy streets of California were crowded with all sorts of people. . .it wasn't like Diagon Alley, they were all Muggles. Dirty, thilthy excuses of humankind to walk the earth. Of course Granger wouldn't mind this at all, she was practically one of them, seeing she grew up with these disgraceful sort. Draco shuddered, how awful it would to be living in their presence for such a extended time. "Granger, I want to get out of here."
"Rebecca" she corrected in her matter of fact tone, "My name is Rebecca, Johnny darling."
"You are going to cut that darling crap out" Draco said threateningly "I am not pretending to be married to you."
"Well its not like I'm enjoying it, can't you just suck it up in public?" Hermione asked
"No, because you're a thithy mudblood." Draco snarled.
"A disgraceful mudblood who you saved." She smirked, knowing he'd have to scavenge up some mean excuse for that. "You know, you don't have to be mean all the time. Look where it got you're father."
"Don't take the saving thing too personally. Just move Gra-Rebecca" But the scary thing was, Draco did take it personally. If it was Millicent he probably wouldn't have cared less, if it was anybody else he didn't know if he'd be willing to do that. There was something different about this Mudblood, and he hated himself for thinking it, he was scared to think it. Fear is not a common emotion for Draco Malfoy, but this whole trip in California scared him. Being alone with her scared him, he might do something stupid like fall for her.
"Black Garden. . .Black Garden. . .quite a morbid name for a primarily honeymooning resort, eh?" Hermione said, laughing at the irony.
"Ouch. Goddamn Muggles" Draco yelled as yet another one bumped into him on the streets. What was with these people? Didn't they care? It was a nice spring day, and the sun was peeking out of the clouds, a nice breeze running through his loose blond hair.
"Okay rule number one, don't call them muggles. As of now, we are muggles, remember that" Hermione whispered in his ear.
He felt a chill go down his spine as her lips approached his skin. [Damn wind] he thought, trying to shake the remaining chills. "Fine fine, know-it- all. I see some things haven't changed since school."
"Whatever, just trying to save your arse so our cover isn't blown." His wavy haired companion shrugged "Hey, let's go buy some new clothes for you. That shirt looks horrible."
"You don't like it? It makes my muscles look big" he retorted.
"It looks like it could fit an 11 year old, lets go John." She said passing a crowd of muggles with their shopping bags. Draco followed her into a store called Eastwood Boutique, where she picked him out 2 nice suits to wear, and a few pairs of jeans and casual button down shirts. She purchased herself two dresses (she had packed casual clothes, being she lived in a Muggle neighborhood for most of her life). After she had paid, she asked a passerby for directions to the Black Garden. The woman was slightly chubby, red-headed and had a friendly nature about her. Hermione would say she'd be the muggle version of Mrs.Weasley.
"Black Garden?" she said, smiling '"I see you two must be on your Honeymoon?"
Draco grabbed her hand and squeezed it. Her hand felt warm and comforting, although never in his life would he admit such a thing out loud. "Yes, I hear the resort is good." He said giving his 'wife' a small smile. Of course it was fake, he didn't enjoy this pretending one bit. . .he didn't!
Hermione smiled back "You read the brochures, darling. It said the finest in all of California." Hermione couldn't believe she was actually doing this, pretending to be married to Draco Malfoy! This is the kind of thing one could imagine only happens in really bad horror movies. But he did save her life. . .and there was something else there about him, that he proved to her when he saved her from death. It was something that didn't cause her to want to vomit when he touched her.
The muggle lady who reminded her of Mrs.Weasley responded to the two, "Well dearies, just go one more block, and look for the tall stone building on your right." They quickly thanked the woman and walked on.
When they had walked a few more minutes Draco interrupted Hermione's thoughts. "You're still holding on to my hand." Hermione blushed, and quickly let go. Draco smiled to himself, and proceeded walking. The two soon approached the gates of the hotel. They were tall and black and on the front it said BG in large elegant letters. The place itself was huge, almost like a elegant dark palace. Their were flower's lining the walkways, all sorts. White flowers, blue flowers, yellow flowers, pink flowers, any color you name it. The trees were blossoming with flowers as well. This place was certainly not recommended for Muggles with severe allergies.
Draco watched as long moving carriages with lights pulled up and let out passengers. He knew they were some sort of muggle transportation. "What are THOSE?" he said pointing at one.
"Automobiles, cars, Limousines. . .and lower your voice John. It doesn't look well to not know what a car is in this world. Just pretend you know what you're doing, okay?"
Draco looked Hermione up and down, she was still dressed in the comfy gray pants and a sweatshirt. "This place seems wealthy, and no wife of mine will go into a fancy resort like that, get changed."
"Here? Out side the gates?" Hermione questioned. Draco pulled her by the arm and led her across the street to a construction site, and threw her into a blue booth-like thing. He had no idea what it was, but they couldn't go into the hotel dressed as they were. "Dra-John. . .this is a portable bathroom."
"A portable WHAT?" he said, giving her a puzzled stare. As he looked around the small area he saw it actually was a portable bathroom stall. "Muggles are so disgusting, honestly." Draco handed her one of the bags they had just brought, and tried to fit their suitcases on one side of the bathroom. Luckily the port-a-potty was an extra large one, and Hermione thanked the construction workers for using that one. "This stinks, literally" complained Draco as he handed her the short black spaghetti strap dress she had brought. "Change."
"NOT in front of you." Insisted Hermione.
"Fine, I'll leave." He went to open the door, only to find a herd of construction workers gathering outside "They're all outside" he whispered "Look just change, we're supposedly married anyway."
"Then close you're eyes."
"This is silly" but he closed his eyes anyway as she quickly took off the shirt and flung it over her head and began to get changed until she heard a 'plunk'. "Oh my God, that is disgusting" Hermione exclaimed as she saw her black sweatshirt now submerged in the toilet. Draco opened his eyes curious to find the sweatshirt submerged in the basin full of fecal matter and urine. This surely wasn't a fun place to be. He looked up to see Hermione, sweatshirt less but quickly turned away hoping she wouldn't notice.
"Hurry up, our check in time is in 10 minutes, and we are trapped in a bloody portable loo." Draco, who was turned around on the opposite side, threw off his too small shirt and searched around for the bag. He hoped the construction workers had gone because he was making an awful lot of noise scavenging for the bag. Noticing he had kicked it to the other side, he walked a few steps over to go and fetch it. It was hard to breath, considering the air holes on top were limited. He reached down to pick up the bag by Hermione's feet. She had already changed into her dress, and as he grabbed the bag their eyes locked for a brief moment.
There was Hermione, the stupid Granger girl, standing there before him. With her brown wavy hair and brown eyes, and for some reason she looked different. She looked Good. [Die Draco, Die] he thought [just drop dead, for thinking that.] But their eyes were still interlocked he was standing before her with no shirt on. . .in a dirty disgusting port a potty. He didn't know how else to react, she cocked her head sideways and he pushed her up against the wall kissing her lightly on the lips.
Hermione felt something run through her that she hadn't felt before, the only problem was, she wasn't ready to admit it. "Stop" she whispered, although she didn't stop, she pushed further with her tongue.
"I thought you said stop?" Draco asked, his silvery gray eyes bearing into her brown ones.
Hermione got a hold of herself, and realized what she had just done "Yes, I did. . .I mean, its just not right. Okay? I'm supposed to be with Harry, and this. . .well we hate each other, it's not right." Despite the fact she didn't want him to stop, she couldn't do that to Harry, she couldn't insult his memory and have a fling with Malfoy. He was still Malfoy and she was still Hermione Granger despite the fact that they were posing as somebody else.
"Right." sneered Draco. "Golden boy Potter." He threw on a black button down shirt and khaki slacks. Hermione had turned away to listen if the construction workers had gone. Unfortunately they were still outside the door. Draco didn't know what made him kiss her, it just seemed right. He'd make a mental note to slap himself later.
Hermione turned around viciously at the Golden Boy comment. Her eyes were furious "DON'T TALK ABOUT HIM THAT WAY, YOU DIDN'T KNOW HIM LIKE I DID, JUST SHUT UP." She yelled at the brink of tears. Draco could have easily assumed it was because she missed him dearly. . .but Hermione knew it was something deeper, something more. However she'd never admit to herself she was having inner battles about wanting Draco Malfoy.
All of a sudden there was a bang on the door and a burly looking muggle with a potbelly and construction cap busted in. "Excuse me? What do you two think you are doing?" the man said, noting the display of clothes scattered around the floor "GET OUT" he roared, flinging their stuff on the dirty ground, and out of the stall.
"Honestly sir, we had a event to go to and were just changing." Hermione apologized "We're sorry."
"Rebecca" Draco said curtly "Let's go, don't waste your time apologizing." Now changed, the two looked slightly more presentable to be entering a hotel of that caliber. As they were leaving the construction site under close guard of the potbellied man, Draco looked at his watch "SHIT, We're an hour past check in, my mother told us to be on time! We got the bloody time wrong, hurry up!" he yelled at Hermione who was attempting to run in the sandals she also brought spur of the moment.
The streets were busy, filled with cars and muggles on those silly motorized scooters. That particular trend must have hit America because every body seemed to have them. The waited for a time to cross, but being in a hurry Draco ran ahead until he felt some force hit his calf hard. He fell to the ground, and saw Hermione stop short. He looked up to see a boy no older then 15 on top of one of the scooters. [Damn him] Draco thought, holding his leg. He heard Hermione yell "What do you think you are doing? Watch where you're going next time! See, you can injure people you crazy kid!"
"Hey, cool it woman" the kid replied, as if it were no big deal "I'll watch where I'm going next time, okay?" he scooted off, leaving a very pissed Hermione.
"John, are you okay?" she said, bending down to help him up.
"Where did that prat go, I want to curse him to hell." He bunched up a fist and snarled.
"Let's just go, come on. Can you walk?" she asked him.
"Ew, my pants are dirty." Draco said as he looked down at this new Khakis.
"Get over it." She laughed and helped him to his feet. They walked with more ease to the gates and finally entered. Hermione noted that Draco had a slight limp. When they got into the lobby Hermione was awe struck. There was a television in the corner that was used to display current weather conditions for the tourists. The floors were silver marble and the walls were elegant pearl with navy blue border. The couches were of black leather, and had navy blue throw pillows scattered about them. She could smell the chlorine from the indoor pool not very far away. It reminded her of a hotel she stayed at with Harry once. . .she had to remind herself, that those times were gone. It hurt, but she had to remind herself.
"Reservations for Mr. And Mrs. Scott please." Hermione said, when the waiter asked for their name.
The woman wore a tight bun and a classy looking business suit, she spoke tensely as if she hadn't laughed in a long time "You're an hour late."
"Our apologies, the limo hit traffic." Draco apologized. It was a lie, but it was still an apology. The woman just gave them an icy glare.
"We are very lucky nobody claimed your room. Rooms come and go around here, which is important why you should check at the correct time." She typed something in on the computer and eventually said "Enjoy your stay."
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Hermione laughed as she saw the look of pure amusement on Draco's face as they went up to floor 3 on the Elevator. He had never seen anything like it before. They passed many other couples in the hall, they all seemed totally in love with each other. And then there were families, with kids of all kinds. Smiles, every where and every one was full of smiles. Draco and Hermione finally found their room, true to Mrs.Malfoy's word it was a honeymoon suite.
It had one bed. One. King-Sized. Bed. There was a couch, which Hermione figured she'd probably sleep on. She took a tour of the bathroom, there was a Jacuzzi and a huge shower. Their was also a loft with a mini-bar and even a refrigerator for foods and other drinks. It had the same white/navy pattern, and there was a beautiful view of the city. Mrs.Malfoy sure did know how to pick great rooms. "One bed." Draco said, dully.
"I am NOT sharing a bed with you." Hermione said flatly. "I'll sleep on the couch" she said sitting on it. Draco just nodded and Hermione excused herself to the bathroom, very happy to report it was much cleaner than the port-a-potty. She was exhausted, and was pretty sure that Draco was too, they'd been through a lot. She came out of the bathroom to find Draco limping down the loft stairs. She ran to go help him. "Here" she said offering her hand. He didn't accept, and he watched Hermione turn away, hurt. He lay down on the bed, and he watched as Hermione came back with a pack of ice. "I could have gotten the ice myself you know." He said stubbornly.
"Honestly Draco, you don't have to be so strong all the time. You don't have to make every journey alone" Hermione looked into his eyes, as he finally accepted the ice (resentfully). "Plus, I owe you for saving me."
"Yes I do. When you're by yourself you can't hurt anybody else, and nobody else can hurt you." He said quietly. "MY dad used to tell me that all the time. Told me never to love, it would only bring me down. I don't like to fall down."
"And look at your father now but I understand." Hermione said, knowingly. "Well personally, I'm exhausted. If you need me I'll be taking a nap on the sofa."
"You can share the bed if you want."
"Thanks, but I'm good for now." She said falling asleep all to quickly, still in her dress and heels.
::DREAM SEQUENCE::
::It was a dark room, Hermione was by herself and all of a sudden a bright light turned on and she heard Harry's voice. It was coming nearer and nearer, almost as if coming back from the dead. "Hermione. . .I miss you. I miss you but some one needs you more then I do. You cannot put you're life on hold for me." Now not only his voice could be heard, but he walked into the room too and sat down on a chair. "You don't understand it now, but follow your heart " he grabbed on to her hand "Follow your heart to whoever it leads to, I'll never be mad." His grasp on her hand got fainter as he faded away into the background until she was all alone again.::
Hermione had woken up to find that Draco had fallen asleep, still in his scuffed up Khaki's.[Harry] she thought, remembering the dream. She had talked to Harry. Follow her heart to whoever it leads to? Oh, but Hermione couldn't do that, for it was leading to the blond haired boy asleep on the bed.
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