Chapter 4
A/N Hey every one, here's the next chapter. Enjoy!
X Hermione's POV X
Well, this is good. Exactly what I wanted. I'm pissed drunk talking to some hot guy in a pub. Well, I'm not really talking, just sitting here letting him think that I'm listening by nodding my head every so often. Thinking of Harry of course. Yeah that's me- pointing out the obvious. You know what? I don't want to be here.
"Hey dude," I stop the man from saying any more shit then he already is. "Well it was nice talkin' to ya, I'm going to go home and pass out, G'night." And before he could say anything, I was gone.
I decided to go home and kick Dean out of the apartment, that is if he even had the decency to go home, and not out with that slut. And I was right he was home.
I walked in an up to his room, where I found him. And the slut. Together. On his bed. Naked. Her on top of him. Him in her. What. A. BASTARD.
"Oh hello Dean. Slut." I said nodding to her. Dean had gone pale white with fear of what I might decide to do to him, and her. Good.
"Now Dean, get her out."
"Umm, Hermione, we were kind of in the middle of something." He said nervously.
"Ohhh, Dean. I'll pretend that I didn't hear that. Now get her out. Or I will take her out myself. And trust me, you don't want that."
Dean looked at me with fear written all over his face. No no no, he certainly didn't want that. He knew I was drunk. And he knew what I could be like drunk. Evil.
"Ohhh, Uhh, NO. I'll show her the door. Could you, ahh, leave for a minute while we get dressed?"
"No." I replied. Short and simple 'No'.
"Umm, ok then." And he awkwardly pulled out of her, no longer with an erection, as I was so kind to notice.
He was staring at me as he got up from the bed and got dressed. Ms. Slut glared at me for interrupting her moment, I suspect. But all the same she got up from bed, nowhere near modest as she paraded nude before me, smirking. I growled threateningly. But it was not about jealously. No, it was because I was upset and Dean obviously didn't care about me. As he took home a whore from the restaurant and screwed her in our own home! Now I mean come on. What kind of a jerk did that?
Well trust me when I say with a few small pushes from me, She was out of my flat soon enough. God am I bad when I'm drunk.
"Now that we are all alone. I have something else I need to tell you." I said sweetly turning to Dean with an innocent smile.
"What now Hermione? You dump me. You ruin my night of sex that I haven't had since we got together, which I might add was a long time ago. What else Hermione?"
"Well this is nice. I though I had a boyfriend who cared about me, and loved me for me and respected my sexual decisions. But I guess I was wrong."
He looked at me with a guilty face; he couldn't even look me in the eye. "It's not what you think, Hermione. I-"
"Oh no, you see it's exactly what I think. You started to get frustrated with my decision not to have sex, so you started to not pay attention to me, to make me mad, and then it would end. Right? Right." I answered myself. I had been with him long enough; I could read it right through his eyes, even though at the moment they were firmly concentrating on something to the left of me.
"Well then you just might want to know the reason I came by, and trust me, I had no need what so ever to see you and a slut naked. I just wanted to say." At this moment I paused to take a deep breath, "GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY FLAT, AND DON'T EVER COME NEAR ME AGAIN!!!!!!! Ohhh and you have the smallest dick I have ever seen. And trust me when I say I have seen my fair share of 'em." And with that, I stormed up to my room, planning on sleeping off my drunken ness, and then sleeping off my hangover.
I put a spell on myself to help me remember what happened tonight, because I knew if I didn't then I would have no memory, because I was so drunk. And I went to sleep. At the moment that was all I wanted. Sleep, and at the moment, to forget. To be free of Harry's pain. To sleep soundly. And I did.
(A/N: well I don't know how good that was, I did it in one night. I think that I might take a small break from this story. I have an idea for a one-shot R fic, sort of a song fic, and it wont leave me alone. So I plan to write it, and then get back to Remembering. I am thinking of up dating Remembering once a week at the least. Probably on the weekends, week days are crazy. So thanks for reading and please review.)
