A Post Hogwarts Affair Chap 5

A/N: I really NEED more reviews for this. So, after reading it, you NEED to review. And if you like this, please read either The Enemy or Delusion by me!

The rest of the week passed by in a blur. At work everyday, I strained my eyes and ears for any glimpse of Draco. To put it bluntly, I had become obsessed with him since the encounter at the restaurant. He had given me the illusion that he wanted me just as badly, that he wanted to continue the affair, that he was going to kiss me…

Had he really not kissed me because of the spinach?

Or was there something else?

Maybe he didn't like me.

I sat there, moping at my desk, doodling pictures on my third copy of the Viacom portfolio. He didn't like me, then. He had just been toying with me, his wolfish, Malfoyish attitude taking over.

I was just another conquest for him, I thought glumly, until I realized that made no sense. If I had been a conquest for him, he would have come conquered me by now, and he hadn't seen me in two bloody weeks.

I needed a drink.

I got up from my desk and after shooting a disdainful glance at the doodle of a little girl, I casually walked out, calling to my secretary that I was going for a walk.

"I need some air!" I told her.

"That's an awful good idea, Mrs. Weasley!" She called back. I cringed. Mrs. Weasley! I felt so old. A haunting picture of a fat, old woman holding a bag of soiled diapers and chasing after a little child screaming, "Time for school!" was created in my mind. I nearly fainted; that was not the way I had planned my life and I'd be damned if I followed that out.

"Please, Meredith," I called back to my secretary. "Call me Hermione."

On impulse, I turned around and asked her a very daring question. "Do you know where Mr. Malfoy is?"

"Oh," she said, smacking noisily on gum, a habit that bugged me more than dirty floors, "He's out of town."

"Business or pleasure?" I asked, pretending that I was mildly curious, when inside I was melting with an insatiable, burning desire to know every detail about his life.

"Pleasure. I think he's gone out with his latest little worshipper." I could practically smell the distaste in her voice. I totally agreed with her. Conniving little ladies' man! I wanted him, he was my escape from a life in hell and here he was servicing some bimbo up in Aspen!

My blood was boiling.

I walked furiously, as if the faster I walked, the further away I ran from my problems.

By the time I got home that day, Ron was already asleep. I tiptoed into the bedroom and for a moment observed his sleeping mass. I sighed, and was horrified to feel the prick of tears come to my eyes. I hadn't wanted my life to turn out this way. I wished I was back in third-year, that time-turner would have done me good at a moment like this!

I began to muse as I thought about what he would say if he found out that I fantasized about Malfoy.

"Hermione!" he would yell. "You need to get to St. Mungo's, asap!" And he would scream the 'asap' bit really loud, AY-SAP! In spite of the irony of the situation, I chuckled, and so woke Ron.

"Hermione," he said groggily. "Seems all I see you these days is you waking me up."

I smiled. "It's because you're either 'practicing' or sleeping," I said playfully.

"Speaking of practice," he said, bolting out of the bed, "I really should get going."

I stared incredulously. "Ron, it's almost eight p.m."

"I know. We're going to practice in the dark, the night's cooler and all."

I pursed my lips and feigned a smile. "Well, you better get going then."

He nodded, and made his way to the bathroom.

As he was in there, I began doing some thinking of my own. This was my opportunity; I could find out whether it was just booze he chased or women as well. Not that I really cared, it was just mild curiosity, the kind a best friend exhibits.

I pulled out my book, Sneaky Spells for the Spineless, and looked up a memory-reading spell. All I needed to do was see Ron's memories for this night, what he did, who he saw, if he even touched a bloody broomstick. I flipped open the page and read up on the spell, which was rather simple. All I needed to do was perform the incantation on him before he left, and when he came back perform the counter incantation, in which all his memories would make a copy of themselves instantly and transfer into my mind. Sort of like DNA, I thought. And nearly slapped myself. I was still a nerd!

Ron came out of the bathroom in a pair of shorts and a Chudley Cannons tee shirt. "Transferium memorius" I muttered, pointing my wand at him as he looked in another direction. He spun around rather abruptly.

"What did you say?"

"When are you coming home? Tomorrow?" I asked, cleverly ignoring his question.

"Probably," he said, and sashayed himself out the door.

I noticed that his broomstick was still lying in the corner of the bedroom.

It didn't mean much anything though. He had plenty.

He probably missed that special one that got mugged however.

I sighed. All my questions would be answered soon. All I needed was patience. So I sat and daydreamed about Draco Malfoy.

A/N: Short, I know, but I'm in a rush.

Next chap will probably have D/Hr interaction so be patient, please!