Much apologies for the infrequent updates, but as we all know, sophmore year is a HUGE jump from freshman year..so hang in there until i catch up. expect 1 chapter every month or so.
"So...we're cool?" Draco asked, which caused Hermione to smile.
"Cool."
"So, uh, do you want to go do something today? Take the day off?" Draco suggested.
"I don't know, there are some pretty important things going on today.."
"Aw, come on, just tell your boss we are going out to do some..shopping."
"I-really, I'd rather stay here and work."
"Na-uh you arent, you are coming with me." With that, Draco pulled Hermione out of her swivel chair and dragged her towards the floo elevator.
Minutes later, the two of them were trapezing through a department store in downtown london, holding hands and laughing about the most random things.
"Okay, this is my all time favorite store." Draco claimed, steering Hermione into a brightly lit store.
"Morphus?" Hermione glanced at him quizzically.
"Dunno." He reached out grabbed the hand of the manager who had just come up to greet him.
"Hello Mr. Malfoy, your private lounge is open." He smiled. "Feel free to ask for assistance."
Draco chuckled. "There will be no need, I have my own stylist right here." He said, winking at Hermione and nodding to the manager as he backed away to leave them alone. "Well, I'm going to go chill in the lounge, do you want to pick out some things you want me to try on?"
"HEY! That is unfair to the extreme." Hermione screeched rolling her eyes.
"Well you were the one who wanted to do her 'job'." Draco detached his hand's from her's and crossed his arms.
Hermione pouted, knowing that he was only trying to get on her nerves. "FINE!" She huffed and walked away leaving Draco behind her.
"Hey! Mya!"
Hermione turned around from the nearby clothes rack to the feminine voice to find herself staring into the huge eyes of Pansy Parkinson. What is she doing here?!
Forcing on a smile, she returned the greeting. "Hi Pansy."
"So what are you doing here?" Pansy's smile was so fake and so big that Hermione was afraid her face was going to rip.
"Oh, uh I was doing some shopping with-" Hermione got out before Pansy interrupted.
"Draco?" Her smile lessened.
"Uh yea." Hermione replied nonchalantly although she looked at Pansy funnily.
"This is his favorite store."
Hermione glanced away. "So I heard." She picked at the price tag on the shirt she had chosen, not knowing that the wheels were turning inside Pansy's head. "What are you doing here?"
"Oh, just doing some shopping with one of Draco's friend, Blaise. Have you heard of him?"
Hermione panicked, did Pansy know who she was? PLAY COOL! "Nope, I've never heard of him.."
[Pansy's POV]
That bitch! WHAT the fuck is she playing at? I know who she is, and she can't hide it. Maybe Draco here is too blind to see it, but I know who she really is! I KNOW!
The TV was on, and Pansy randomly flicked to a news channel, her eyes lighting up as she saw Draco and his oh-so-sexy body seated on stage. It was some interview for new and rising models. As she watched the show, she tuned out everything but him and solely watched his movements: when his face lit up with a smile, or when he broke out in laughter causing his whole body to shake. She thought to herself sadly, "Did I make a mistake? Should I have let him go?!"
I'm taking Draco back, and there is nothing this bitch can do to stop me!
[End of Pansy's POV]
"So, anyways, did you hear? Draco and I got back together." Pansy smiled another huge fake smile.
"Oh really.." Hermione glanced past Pansy and through the glass doors of the lounge and saw the back of Draco's head as he chatted animately with Blaise. "Well, congratulations." Hermione forced a smile.
"Okay, then I got to go, I'll see you around, I guess? At that party that Draco's throwing next weekend?"
"Mm." Hermione could barely register everything that was happening. So Draco had been playing her all along. She was nothing but the third wheel.. "I should go, can you do me a favor and hand these to Draco? I think he would look great in these." She smiled sadly and handed Pansy the jackets and jeans she had picked out for Draco.
"I will be sure to pass on the message." Pansy smirked. "Toodles!" And with that, she turned and flounced into the lounge.
Hermione trudged into her apartment, to be greeted by Ginny's concerned eyes.
"How'd it go?" She tugged on Hermione's sleeve as she walked by.
"Great..he's completely in love.." Hermione lied and said somewhat sarcastically.
"Perfect! I told you the plan would work!" Ginny tossed the phone at Hermione. "Now call him and break it off."
Hermione took the cell phone and retreated to her room, drowning herself in some muggle music before she called him. Maybe it would be the best. That way, she would never have to see him again..
"Hey Draco, listen, maybe we should stop seeing each other. You know, I can't let personal affairs get into the way of my career. Sorry if I was any trouble. Wish you the best of luck, and I will send someone else over as a replacement. Bye."
Hermione hung up the phone, blinking back the tears she knew would come storming down her cheeks if she didn't hold them back. It's over. It's all over. She threw herself on her bed and drowned herself in sad romantic songs until she fell into a deep and restless sleep.
"Hey! I'm home." Hermione threw her bag and jacket on the nearest armchair. "Ginny?"
"Mya, I'm in the kitchen." She heard Ginny's voice say.
"There are some messages for you on the phone." Ginny said, raising her eyebrows.
Hermione leaned over to check the answering machine. "10 messages?! From who?"
"Tch, who do you think? Malfoy of course. You won't believe how many freaking messages he left on the phone." Ginny rolled her eyes. "How pathetic! Even for a Malfoy. I mean seriously, listen to them."
Hermione punched the play button, listening as the voice came on announcing that there were 10 voice messages.
"Message One. Hey Mya, it's Draco, I don't understand.. Call me back later, alright babe?"
[beep]
"Message Two. Hey, it's Draco again. Is it me? Did I do something wrong? Call me back."
[beep]
"Message Three. Mya, I don't know what I did, but whatever it is, I promise I can change."
[beep]
"Message Four. Please-"
[beep]
"Message Five. Sorry about that last message. Please forgive me, Mya, for whatever I did."
[beep]
"Message Six. Are you mad at me?"
[beep]
"Message Seven. Mya, where are you? I know you are avoiding me."
[beep]
"Message-"
"ARGH." Screamed a frustrated Hermione, deleting the three last messages. She slammed the table with her palms and stormed away into her room, hidden tears streaming down her face. Why me? Why did I have to be the one to fall in love with him again? Why?!