Chapter 6        Old Ties

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                                                … One Year Later …

            He arched his back, prowling. His breathing growing louder and louder in-between dangerous growls. He had locked onto his targets. He grew closer to them, with a burning to jump out and strike. He had them cornered now, and there was no way out…

            Finally, he lunged forward, catching her off guard. Now was the time to complete the plan…

            Neko smothered Hermione with kisses as she sat up in shock.

            "What are you doing you silly kitten?" Hermione asked smiling.

            Draco slowly opened his eyes. He and Hermione had been taking a nap on the couch together, before Neko had woken Hermione up. Neko jumped from Hermiones arms and onto the floor where he cleaned his paw and walked down the hall of the boat.

            Hermione had decided a while ago that she wasn't going to leave Draco to live on her own. New York was way too big and scary for her to be on her own… at least in Draco's opinion. Instead, Hermione decided to stay where she was and work as not a columnist, but as the boss of her own Magazine Company. Draco, however, decided to stay working as a Mechanic. His particular Company had grown so much that they had to make fourteen other places in New York alone!

            As for Harry, Ron, and Ginny… well, Harry and Ginny had gotten married, and had visited a week ago. They were accustomed to coming out every month to visit her, but Harry still refused to believe that Hermione was living with Draco, even though she had told Harry numerous times that she liked him a lot and that all they had ever done was make-out. Harry still hadn't uttered a single WORD to Draco though. He was completely sure that someone could never change.

            Ron had a huge company in the Wizarding world. He was fantastic at making only the highest quality brooms, and he had made millions off of them! He still didn't want to show off his fortune and lives in a tiny house just like The Burrow. He came and visited Hermione once in a while, but not as often as Harry and Ginny because he was so caught up in his job.

            Draco however had no one he used to know visit him, had no relationships with anyone other than his best friend at work, Tom, and had no yearning to go back to so many people he used to know.

            Hermione had asked him about this once, and all he said was: 'I have you and that is all I will ever need'.

            Hermione looked over at Draco who was lying there with his eyes closed. She laid her head back on his chest and breathed deeply, listing to his heart beat silently.

            "I've been thinking a lot Draco… about everyone back home." Hermione said quietly. "You think they still remember me?"

            Draco was silent and then said, "I'm not sure… I guess most of them think you are dead. Considering Harry, Ron and Ginny have never told anyone about you."

            Hermione buried her face into Draco's chest. "Oh god, Draco… I wish I had been there for Harry and Ginny's wedding! I wish I could hear them read aloud their vows, and help with the planning! Ginny and I had always talked about that sort of thing… I was going to be a maid of honour. ME!"

            Draco ran his fingers through her hair. "It's okay… I think that we have both missed out on a lot of things, but we have our reasons…"

            Hermione looked up at him. "I'm not sure mine were good enough…" Hermione said. "I don't think that my problems were big enough to leave the people I cared about. Were yours Draco? You never really told me what your problems were. Only that you didn't agree with your father…"

            "I don't need a reason to leave him Hermione. I think it is evident to us all that he is a little bit on the crazy side." Draco said. "And even a little bit would be an understatement."

            Hermione was quiet. She could tell Draco didn't want to discuss it, even though she thought it would be good for him. She didn't need to know though, she only wanted to. A lot. She sighed and laid her head back on him. She liked her life with him, and she had grown attached and accustom to it. Even though she liked it a lot, she always had a itching in the back of her head. Something was telling her that she needed to go back.

            Hermione woke up in her own bed. She crawled out and stared at her matted hair in the mirror. She combed it out and pulled her white nightgown with black design and lining down. She fixed it and was fairly annoyed with her bra, so she carefully slid it off and put it on the counter.

            She walked into the hallway and saw that Draco's room door was open. She peeked inside, but he wasn't there. She shrugged and walked down the hall. She looked on the table and saw a note from Draco. It read,

Hermione,

            I know it is my day off and I promised I would do something with you today, but I was called in. There was a major car accident down in the highway with tons of vehicles in need of a bit of a fix.

            I'm going to work, and I left some breakfast in the microwave. If it's a bit cold by the time you wake up, warm it up for about 12 seconds. Anyways, since I keep my promises, I am taking you out to dinner tonight around seven.

                                                                                                With Love, Draco

            Hermione put the note down and opened the microwave. She laughed as she looked at the waffles and a single black rose on top. Draco loved giving Hermione little gifts in the morning. She smiled and put the rose to her nose. Just then, the doorbell rang.

            Hermione walked over to the door and pulled it open slowly. She let out a gasp of pure terror as she saw the person in front of her. She felt a tingle down her spine when the memories raced through her mind.

            She took a step back and managed to speak. "W-why are you here? How did you find me…"

OOOH! Who is this stranger? Hmm… I know, but do you? Lets see, I can tell you if you reply! So send me what you think, and send me whom you think the stranger is! Here we go, I'm writing the next chapter, but before I send it I need a couple replies…

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