"I feel like an idiot, I'm sorry." Draco said to Hermione. She was sitting in a large armchair, looking quite intimidating with a scowl that mirrored his usual. Goodness how could he have been so careless? So stupid?
"Is that it then?" she growled. She traced the top of the purple box resting on her thighs.
"What do you mean?" his eyes automatically checked if she had a wand near her.
"You just say, 'Oh sorry.' and I'm supposed to just forgive you? As if saying sorry makes it all okay?" she shook the box. The contents it contained smacked the inside of the nearly-empty receptacle. "You've used more then two a day. And you expect saying. 'Sorry.' will fix everything? It doesn't work that way Malfoy."
He winced. She hadn't hated him this much since their time in Hogwarts, and right now he was sure she might've even liked him more then.
"What do you want me to say 'Mione? What do you want me to do? Do you want me to beg? Get down on my knees?" He stared at her and when she said nothing he did. He kissed her knees and calves but when he tried to kiss her thighs she pushed him away. "Hermione, I'm sorry! What do I have to do to prove I love you? What do you want?"
She wanted what she always wanted; answers.
"Were there more then one?" she asked.
"No... Just one." Draco replied softly.
"Then why did you use so many?" she snapped.
"We just did." he said after thinking for a few moments.
"How many times did you two make love?" her voice was starting to tremble.
"Hermione-"
"HOW MANY TIMES DID YOU TWO FUCK?" she screamed. She stared into his eyes and he looked away.
"Several times."
"A day?"
"I don't know."
"ESTIMATE."
"Three, four times maybe."
"Did you love her?" Her breathing was getting heavy.
"Hermione-"
"DID YOU LOVE HER?"
"No."
"Who was it?"
"I can't tell you."
"WHO WAS IT?"
"I can't tell you 'Mione."
"WHY THE FUCK NOT?" He said nothing. "Draco- if you loved me you would tell me who it was!"
"I can't."
"WHY THE HELL NOT?"
"Because it would hurt you to much."
"AND THIS DIDN'T?" She was crying now. Draco tried to wipe her tears away, and console her but she just pushed him away and ran from his flat.
"Harry what have we done?" he sighed as he picked the box of rubbers up.
A/N- If you feel this is a bit OOC- hey it's fanfiction ;). I personally believe people change with time and the people and situations they face. If you don't agree with me, or don't like how the characters are being portrayed there's this miraculous invention on the top right corner and it looks like an x. Simply click it. First part of a three. I know this is a bit unclear and right now but that's what the future chapters are for. I'm not sure if this is a bit choppy, I kind of feel like it is but I'm also sort of tired so if you think its choppy please tell me and I'll fix it.