Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot and Lenora…unfortunately.
Thanks emikitty, random gal, krzychic, tiarwen, and many.boyz.lil.time for reviewing! Love ya lots!
Chapter Eleven
Mother of My Problems
Lunch was the second most delicious thing I have ever tasted. The first was Mrs. Weasley's home cooking. It was pure bliss. But this was as close as it gets. Gourmet food with great tasting wine. Wine! In the afternoon! I was very thankful that they only had one fork and one spoon with one knife. I hated the whole multiple forks for multiple uses rule. While I ate, I could feel Lucius glare at me. I looked up and glanced at Narcissa. She smiled at me sweetly and shot Lucius a death stare. It was all quiet, except for the occasional clatter of silverware. I remained seated while the plates were automatically taken away. Narcissa began talking about plans for tomorrow, thankfully.
"So, Draco. Did you give Hermione a tour of the manor?"
"Yes. What's with tomorrow?"
"Ah. About tomorrow. You and I will be going to Diagon alley to pick up a few things. Actually, we might as well go now."
"And Hermione?"
"She'll stay here and explore the manor if she wishes, and I heard that you enjoy reading Hermione?"
"Uh, yes. Very much."
"Well, then I'll leave the library unlocked so that you may read to your hearts content."
"Thanks you and the meal was delicious Mrs. Malfoy."
"Oh. Don't thank me, thank the elves. And please, call me Narcissa."
"Alright."
"Come on Hermione."
Draco clutched my hand and led me out of the dining room.
"Draco?"
"Hmm?"
"Um. Will your father be here?"
"Why do you ask?"
"Because I would feel very uncomfortable if I was left here, alone, with him."
"Don't worry. He can't do anything for you. Just go to the library. It's a like a bookstore there, except free. Every book you can think of, it has it. I have to go and get ready to leave with my mother. I'll see you later. And remember, don't worry about it."
He kissed me lightly at my door. He opened it and led me inside before shutting it behind me. I heard Draco fumble in his room and slam the door. He popped his head inside and said goodbye accompanied with a kiss. I was reluctant to break the kiss, but I knew that he had to go. I sat down on the squishy couch and stared into the dancing fire. The light dazed me. How the fires danced and played mesmerized me. I finally noticed that I stared at the fire long enough and marched out of my room. I began to wander and look at the long tapestries that I passed. I stepped downstairs. My heels echoed against the walls. I could feel someone was following me, but every time I looked back, all I saw was darkness. This house…was something else. During the day, it was elegant but during the night, it was creepy. I stepped outside, onto the pathway that I walked on earlier. I inhaled the sweet smell of the flowers. I felt the soft petals of the assortment of the flowers as the fireflies flew overhead. My path, unfortunately, crossed with Lucius. He snorted and stuck his nose high in the air with ignorance and revulsion. I stopped walking when he muttered an inaudible word under his breath that sounded closely like, "Filth." I spun around and glared at his back. He was walking slowly, as if he knew I was going to say something.
"Mr. Malfoy?"
He swiveled around as he stopped walking.
"May I ask you a very serious question? That I need an honest answer for."
He rolled is eyes in irritation.
"Miss Granger, I do not have time for this childish conversation."
We began walking away, but I persisted.
"Why do you hate me? What did I do to anger you? Are you angry because your son is in love with me, or because I had no choice of being who I am? What is it Mr. Malfoy, that makes you sneer every time you see me?"
I was personally very happy at my questions, because it made him stop in his tracks and his shoulders to slouch. He stood there, head hung low, not answering me. He turned and faced me with a serious and blank expression pasted on his face.
"Hermione Granger. The best witch of your time. I envy you, more than I actually hate you. You have are the greatest witch in a generation."
He was slowly advancing on me, but I refused to show fear, so I kept a calm expression on and stood my ground.
"I do not hate you directly, only your kind."
"What did they do to you? Muggles? What did they do?"
"I was never the best wizard of my time…I was one of the worst. Much like Draco. Or at least that's what I hear."
"He's not that bad."
"He's less than you. He's always second, after you. A muggle-born. Let's walk. I hate staying in once place too long."
I nodded, but never kept my eyes off of him. His hands behind his back and his nose in the air, striking image of Draco.
"You never answered my question Mr. Malfoy. What did muggles do?
"Nothing Miss Granger. They have done nothing to me."
"Then why-"
My sentence was rudely interrupted with a loud sigh that drawled from his mouth.
"Miss Granger. Allow me to tell you things that I have denied for a long time. I do not hate you. That is true."
"Then why do you act so repulsive around me. Like my presence makes you gag?"
There was a silence…a silence that told me I stumped him.
"For once in my life, Miss Granger. I do not know why I hate muggle-borns. I cannot answer your question."
"Maybe it way the way you were raised?"
"Explain yourself Miss Granger."
"Draco was taught to hate my kind no doubt. But he grew out of it. Can you?"
"I'm not sure. Maybe it was the fact that my son is not the best is a boost to my hatred toward your kind. For I have always felt that muggles were not worthy enough, and the fact that there are wizards with their blood running through their veins was enough to fuel my hatred towards them…You truly are the best witch of your time. I can see what Draco sees in you."
"So, are we in an agreement?"
"Agreement with what Miss Granger? My feelings have not changed."
"Have they changed about me?"
I stopped and stepped in front of him. He arched an eyebrow at me, meaning that my actions astounded him. I gazed into his eyes, silver pools of emotion, all hidden behind a rough exterior. Those were the same gray eyes that used to stare at me with repulsion. I searched those eyes for answers. I could find none.
"Have they changed about me?" I repeated
"I do not know Miss Granger!" he spat back with sudden irritation.
"What is it with you Malfoys? First you act civil, they next thing you know, they're down your throat at the simplest question. Both you and your son."
"What does my son have to do with this?"
"EVERYTHING! THIS IS WHAT OUR COVERSATION WAS ABOUT!" I retorted with obvious agitation dripping from every word.
"The last time I checked, it was about you mudbloods."
I gaped at him with utter shock. The nerve of him, to say that word in front of my face. If I didn't know better, I would've naturally smacked that evil smirk off of his snooty face!
"How dare you…"
"Miss Granger, if it is one thing you need to know, it is that people do not change."
"Funny, then why is there a ring around my finger, from your son, asking me to marry him. To share his life with me? Can answer me that Mr. Malfoy?"
His hesitation was enough to assure me that I got him. I got this dirty son of a bitch that had enough balls to say mudblood to my face. The great Hermione Granger strikes again.
"A simple mistake."
"Ah, but Malfoy's don't make mistakes, do they?"
"Miss Granger, what is the meaning of this conversation, because this is clearly a waste of my time."
"The point of this conversation, Lucius, is to show you, that I am just as good as you, and if anything, better. Quoting my fiancé. And if you have enough balls to say that nasty word to my face again, I would like to hear it, Lucius Malfoy."
He chuckled. Lucius Malfoy, showing a human expression other than disgust and anger. He chuckled and looked at me.
"You truly are the smartest witch of your age, Hermione Granger Malfoy."
I was taken aback. Did he just accept me as apart of the family? Oh heaven forbid Malfoy's name be tainted!
"So, do we have your blessings?"
"Yes, Hermione Granger Malfoy, you have my blessings."
It was scary at first, but it was gorgeous. Much like a unicorn. Rare, but when seen, it is the most beautiful thing any human may see. He smiled at me. Snow-white teeth perfectly aligned. I smiled back gleefully.
"You should get ready. It is already seven o' clock. The part begins in one hour. Good day."
His pace began to quicken as he bid me farewell.
"Mr. Malfoy?"
"Yes?"
"Who's going to be there?"
"People from the ministry. Or at least the ones I will be working with."
"And the party of my departure?"
"The whole family of course. Narcissa's as well as mine."
"Hermione? Father?" said a familiar voice.
I spun around to see Draco standing a few feet away with an expression of confusion.
"What are you doing? Together? Alone?"
"Hey, it's alright. We just had a talk." I said pleasantly as I gave him a peck on the lips.
"I hope so. Is everything alright?"
"Draco. The party is in one hour. I suggest you both get ready. Oh, and Miss Granger, everyone knows about the engagement, so you might as well turn your ring over." Lucius said matter-of-factly
I blushed. I turned it over, revealing the dazzling diamonds. Draco smirked maliciously and led me back inside the manor.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
"Mother. I highly doubt a new dress robe is necessary!"
"Oh nonsense Draco. You need a new one. I want you to keep up your appearances."
"I don't care what anyone else thinks about me. I only care about Hermione."
"That's very sweet dear, but see, your appearances affect the family and your father. Who by the way wasn't very happy about the paintings. That was just an understatement."
"I don't care. Could we please just hurry this up? I don't feel comfortable leaving Hermione alone with him."
"You talk about your father as though he was a monster."
"He is a monster!"
"DRACO! Never talk about your father like that."
"If he is my father." I said under my breath.
"What was that?" she said coldly.
"Nothing. Let's just pay and go."
"Patience dear. Oh! How about this one?"
She held up a forest green dress robe with frills. Frills!
"No mother."
"Well, um, ok. How about this one?"
Perfect. Black dress robe. Plain and silky.
"Alright. That one's good. Now let's go."
"Finally. You're so picky."
"Whatever."
I slumped to the cashier and paid the man a hefty amount of money. He wrapped it up in an equally black wrapping paper and gave it to me quite roughly. I gave him a death glare before I opened the door and apparated back to he Manor with my mother. I looked around her garden, hoping to find her ambling among the trees. No luck. I sped to my room and threw my robe on my bed. I knocked briefly on the door connecting our room. No answer. I poked my head in, just in case she was sleeping. No one. I was beginning to worry. I went into our luxurious living room and found it void of any human life. I was panicking. Not only could I not find my Hermione, but my father was nowhere in sight either. I was now speeding around the house, hoping to find Hermione wandering. When I couldn't find her, I was beginning to think my father did something to her. My brows furrowed in anger as I sped outside, the only place I haven't looked.
Hermione…where are you?
I walked down the paved pathways that we walked before. The stars were beginning to shine through the darkening sky. I heard talking and my hopes had instantly lifted. I saw her deep brown curls and her curved body and instantly sighed in relief. I walked further along the graveled path and saw my father. With an air in his voice, I heard the last bit of their conversation.
"The whole family of course. Narcissa's as well as mine."
I was confused. My father, having a decent conversation, with Hermione? Not possible.
"Hermione? Father?"
She quickly spun around, facing me with a mixed expression of shock and relief on her pleasant face.
"What are you doing? Together? Alone?"
"Hey, it's alright. We just had a talk." She said pleasantly as she gave me a peck on the lips.
"I hope so. Is everything alright?"
"Draco. The party is in one hour. I suggest you both get ready. Oh, and Miss Granger. Everyone knows about the engagement, so you might as well turn your ring over."
I dragged her away from him and took her shoulders. She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion.
"What did you talk about?" I asked sternly.
"Draco, calm down! We just talked. I had to get a few things off of my chest, he listened, amazingly, and well, uh, we have an accord."
"Hermione…I don't trust him. He was a former death eater and now he's suddenly talking civil. No offense, but to you!"
She cupped my cheeks with her small, soft hands. A small smirk tugged at the ends of her lips.
"Draco. Do you trust me?"
I nodded.
"Of course I trust you but-"
I was immediately silenced by her lips as they met mine. Oh how I loved her soft, crimson lips, her soft hands that were now moving down to my muscular arms, and even more lovely, her curvaceous body that I had all to myself. I pulled back and looked around for anybody nearby. I hated being here. Whether there was an actually person or an elf, somebody was watching. She sighed at me with disappointment and snatched my hand. She pulled me towards our quarters.
We finally stopped in front of my large oak door. She opened it with much force and pushed me through the opening, flinging me on my soft, cushiony bed. She slammed the door behind her and quirked her eyebrow mischievously. I smirked back at the beautiful figure in front of me who propped her leg on the door. I began to get up from my dark, forest green bed, but she hastily stepped forward and pushed me back down. I raised my eyebrows in surprise. An aggressive Hermione was a very sexy Hermione. She grinned at me precariously. She slowly straddled me, instantly arousing me. She only did this once to me, and we didn't get that far. She leaned down and gave me a luscious kiss. A shuddered in pleasure as I pulled her further down. I felt her thighs around me loosen, giving me dominance. I rolled over, pinning her under me. She giggled. I gave her my famous smirk and kissed my gorgeous fiancé. Her tongue entered my mouth for a change and I moan inwardly in pleasure. I tore off my black robe, leaving me wearing navy cargos and a gray beater. She kicked off her heels eagerly. I slowly began unbuttoning her white blouse, her chest nearly breaking through the small blouse. She groaned in desperation as I continued my deliberate attempt to torture her in the most pleasurable way. I finally stopped and stripped it off of her, revealing her lacy white bra. I licked my lips as I scanned the rest of her body. Perfectly toned stomach that was flat and smooth. Her shapely hips where her light gray skirt had risen up to the top of her thigh, showing a corner of another lacy undergarment. Her legs, oh my God, don't even get me started on her legs. They were long and slender with the perfect tan that made my mouth water. I kissed her with such passion, such lust, it caused her to gasp and wrap her hand roughly around my neck. I flung off my beater and crept my hand under her back to expertly unclasp her bra that he was dying to see off of her. Just then a shrill voice ran from down the stairs.
"DRACO! YOUR FATHER WISHES TO SPEAK TO YOU!"
I broke the kiss and stared evilly at the door, as if it were my mother. Why they didn't just send up a house elf was beyond me, but there was no time to argue. I turned back to Hermione who was staring into me with apologetic eyes.
"I'm sorry love." I whispered into her ears as I climbed off of another chance wasted.
She chuckled and sat up, watching me redress.
"That's ok. I need to get ready anyways."
"Hermione…?" I said back to her fixing my hair, catching her right before she stepped through the doorframe.
"Yes?"
"Are you a virgin?"
She huffed loudly as she reentered my room and closed the door gently.
"Why are you asking me this?"
"Because you asked me and I feel that it's important for each other to know…so are you?" I mimicked playfully.
She wrapped her arms from behind me and stared at me through the mirror I was using to fix my hair. She grinned playfully at me.
"Would you love me nonetheless if I wasn't?"
"That would depend. Are you?"
She let go of me appalled.
"I'm joking. Are you?"
"No."
She kept her expression serious as I glared back at her fuming.
"Who? When? Where?" I askes, more like forced, firmly, advancing on her. I could see my self from the mirror near my desk. I had an expression of death playing across my face. My pale-blue eyes were now a stormy gray, eyebrows furrowed in anger and confusion, my lips curled into a snarl.
"Life. When I was born. In the hospital room."
"What?" I said suddenly.
Her laughter filled the room as I towered over her.
"Didn't you every hear the expression 'No one's a virgin, life screws us all?'"
"No."
"Never mind. Muggle expression."
"Seriously Hermione, are you a virgin?" I said solemnly.
"DRACO! YOUR FATHER IS WAITING!" my mother called sharply.
I closed my eyes in utmost annoyance.
"Hermione-"
"Yes, Draco, I am. Unlike some." She said with the same tone as me.
I sighed with relief. Someone touching my Hermione in intimate ways other than me was going down. Dealt and done with. I kissed her forehead gingerly. I lifted her chin and gazed into Hermione's large, deep brown ones, eyelashes fluttering simply.
"I love you Hermione."
"I love you too."
I kissed her briefly before Narcissa was once again screaming at me.
"DRACO! GET YOUR ARSE DOWN HERE OR I WILL YOU YANK YOU AWAY FROM OUR LOVELY GUEST! NOW DRACO!" she screeched.
I flashed a mischievous smirk before I darted out the door.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
I watched him run out of his door with amazing speed, but compared to me, he was slow. I chuckled as I entered my room and fumbled through my armoire. It took me forever to finally decide that I wanted to wear my blue gown.
Seven twenty. Mother fuck…
I stripped down to my knickers as I grabbed a cotton bathrobe and headed into the bathroom. The head bathroom was like a porta-potty compared to theirs. It had this mini-swimming pool compared to the Jacuzzi sized one in the head dorm. I turned on the warm water and let it run as I pulled the clip that held up my hair. Tumbling down, my chestnut curls fell gracefully to my shoulders. I marveled at my hair long enough to let the bath fill with water. The water immediately filled with raspberry smelling bath salts, bath oils, and bubbles. I smiled inwardly at the elegance of this magical mansion. I slipped in the relaxing water, inhaling deeply as the steam filled the room accompanied with the sweet smelling aroma that could be smelled from down the hall.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
"What is it now Lucius?"
"It is about Miss Granger."
"What about her?" I snapped impatiently.
"Don't take that tone with me Draco. The party tonight will have many important figures from my work…"
"You don't even need to finish. Get to the point."
"Hold your tongue when talking to Mrs. King."
"King? Does she have a daughter?"
"You'll find out soon enough. What's important is this "lady" somehow got a level above me in the ministry in a matter of weeks. I suspect she's been sleeping around with minister. With Fudge out of office, my position will remain stable, but I want to warn you now. You do what she says. Look, it's already eight and you're not ready! Get ready now and stop having steamy make-out sessions with Miss Granger!" he barked.
I shot him a glare as I brushed pass the house elf that was carrying a tray full of hot tea.
Stupid arse, who does he think he is ordering me around?!
Uh, your father?
I don't give a shit!
Why are so worked up about this?
Because that stupid whore's mother is going to be there and I know what she's going to try to do! Not only that, but I'm supposed to act nice to her?! Absurd!
What is she going to do?
Try to get an arranged marriage with her cow of a daughter!
But you're getting married…
Do you think that matters?! What matters is…what's that smell?
I sniffed the air, heavy with the scent of a delicious smelling fruit of some sort. I followed the smell straight to Hermione's room. I smirked but didn't enter. I needed to get ready myself. Putting on the newly bought dress robe, I combed my hair, leaving it the way it was. Falling just above my eyes and feeling as silky as, well, silk itself. I applied some cologne and made my way down stairs. There really wasn't much to do when I had to "get ready".
Eight thirty. The guests are late. Hmm.
DING!
"DRACO! GET DOWN HERE NOW! THE GUESTS ARE HERE!" my "lovely" mother bellowed from the foyer. There were house elves to deliver messages to me, so she doesn't need to holler. Oh! I know why…what the fuck?! Does she really think I'll snog Hermione here?! Hmph.
I joined my father in the foyer, ready to greet the significant amount of guests attending. I saw many important figures. The current minister, Gregory Snagler, and the previous, Cornelius Fudge. But the one that received my most repulsive snarl was none other Mrs. King herself who had a dead animal draped over her shoulder. She was clinging to her husband, bellowing or laughing, whatever you want to call it. She was a woman of size. At least sixties, if the women's size went that high. Her husband, a balding, scrawny fellow who looked a few years older than my grandmother, surprisingly was standing next to Lenora's mother. He had a bitter expression on his face, kind of like when someone sucks on a lemon.
"Mrs. King, how good to see you!" my mother lied as she barley gave her a hug. She couldn't even wrap her arms around her! Her chest was in the way of everything.
"Oh please! Call me Alania!"
God! Her very voice made me wince. It was high pitched, much like Lenora's singing.
"Alright, Alania." My mother chuckled nervously.
"Please, everyone, let's not just stand here in the foyer, let's all proceed to the ballroom." Lucius's voice boomed merrily, if it could do that.
He led them through a series of hallways before we cane to the Grand Ballroom. Garlanded with a large piano and orchestra and a buffet table adorned in multi-cultural dishes for everyone's desire, gasps of awe and amazement filled the room, but were barely heard over the classical music. Everyone filed into the room as we took the stage.
"Welcome! Welcome! Thank you for attending this party at my humble abode. I appreciate all of your appearances. Please help yourself to anything of your desires. The house elves will be more than happy to serve you. I have one last announcement. And it has to do with my son, Draco."
Murmurs filled the room as my father was about to announce the engagement.
"He is engaged to a wonderful lady that has shown me the error in my ways. She truly is the greatest witch the world has seen in a generation."
"Well don't keep us waiting, Lucius! Who's the lucky lady?" Cornelius asked.
"Patience old friend. You will see soon enough. My oldest and most loyal house elf will announce her entrance through those doors." He pointed behind the crowd to a pair of enormous glass doors covered with a veil of heavy, emerald velvet with a pull rope. I was personally very excited. I couldn't wait to see Hermione walk through those two glass doors, curtain pulled aside and gracing the crowd with her unspeakable beauty. In the meantime, I would "mingle" with coworkers of Lucius. I passed by the gigantic cow, talking very hush-hush with my father. I just "happened" to hear their entire conversation.
"What is the purpose of pulling me to the side Alania?"
"I heard my daughter talking about Draco's engagement. I heard it was a mudblood... Is this correct Lucius dear?" Alania purred, stroking his arm.
"No-"
"Thank goodness! I was so worried about Draco! Now we can talk about Lenora and Draco's engagement!"
"You have me mistaken Alania. Draco isn't marrying a mudblood. He's marrying a muggleborn. That word is not welcome under this roof.
"Oh my! What did Narcissa say about this atrocity?"
"She approved. Now, if you do not agree, you can either deal with it, or leave."
"Hmph."
She stuck her nose high in the air and wrapped the dead animal around her neck, causing it took look as though it were strangling her.
I stepped from behind the pillar I was hiding behind and faced my father with dignity.
"Thank you father."
"Don't mention it."
"Just a question, how did she get such a high position in a matter of weeks while you worked your whole life for where you are?"
"She slept with Snagler multiple times. She bribed him."
"Who would sleep with that thing, I mean-"
"I would like to call everyone's attention to these door over here." Said a deep voice of the tiniest house-elf with limp gray hair and bony fingers.
"I would like to introduce to all you fine ladies and gentlemen, the future Mrs. Draco Malfoy."
All eyes were glued to the doors and the sound of clicking heels approached. The glass door swung open with ease and grace. The velvet curtain parted and lifted to the side, revealing her. She was the most gorgeous being in the world. She was wearing a royal blue gown fading to a deep black, which glittered and shined as the light was caught. Her makeup was light, barely anything, and her hair hung loosely in bouncy curls full of volume. Her dress had a slit going to mid thigh on both sides and was held up by two thin straps. Wearing chandelier earring and a matching necklace, she was truly heaven itself. Murmurs filled the room as she smiled weakly at me. I walked over to her and embraced her in a lustful kiss. Felt eyes burn into our bodies as we both broke the kiss and beamed at each other.
"This, ladies and gentlemen, is my fiancé. Hermione Granger, the muggleborn…and the most beautiful lady I have ever seen. This is the girl that I will spend my life with. This is the woman that I will proclaim my love for." I said, smiled brightly as I held her around the waist.
All eyes shot toward the front of the orchestra, where my mother and father, clinging to each other, smiled brightly. Obviously faking it. Lucius tapped an expensive wine glass with a silver spoon, drawing everyone's eyes from us to him.
"I would like to congratulate Draco and…Hermione on their engagement. I hope you two have a very happy and healthy life, much like us, and well, what else can I say. You obviously love each other very much and this was obviously meant to be. A toast, to Hermione and Draco."
All around us, people began raising their glasses and were about to take a sip of the sparkling champagne when an ear-splitting screech and glass shattering broke one of the happiest days of my life.
"NO! NO! NO! This is NOT how it's supposed to be. Have you all gone MAD?! THIS GIRL IS A MUGGLEBORN! A SIMPLE MUDBLOOD!"
I let go off Hermione as Alania stomped up to her and was suddenly shouting straight at Hermione, wagging a chubby finger.
"WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM MUDBLOOD FILTH?! POTION? I HEARD YOU WERE QUITE GOOD FROM MY DAUGHTER! WHAT DID YOU DO! YOU WILL NOT INTERFERE WITH LENORA AND DRACO! THEY WERE MEANT TO BE!" she bellowed.
Hermione was shaking with fury and disgust at the mere mention of Lenora. I suppose Lenora's threat rang loud in clear in her mind, because it rang clear in mine.
"YOU'RE NOTHING BUT FILTH! YOU SHOULD BE HONORED TO BE WITHIN THREE MILES OF ME AND THE PRESENCE OF THESE PEOPLE. YOU NASTY, DISGUSTING PIECE OF SHIT!"
"Alania! That is quite enough! I'm going to have to ask you to leave." Lucius stated firmly and forcefully.
"SHUT UP LUCIUS! IF YOU RAISED YOUR SON BETTER, YOU WOULDN'T HAVE THIS VILE CREATUE HERE IN YOUR HOME! YOU WOULDN'T HAVE TO PUT ON A FAKE SMILE!"
Hermione turned her back and was about to walk away but Alania snatched Hermione's arm and glared at her, eyes nearly popping out of her head.
"HOW DARE YOU WALK AWAY FROM ME! YOU CRAWL BACK YOU FOUL AND VULGAR MUDBLOOD! I SHOULD JUST KILL YOU NOW! ONE LESS LASCIVIOUS MUTT IN THE WORLD! YOU STUPID MUDBLOOD, YOU'RE JUST A WASTE OF AIR! MY LENORA WAS RIGHT! YOU'RE NOTHING BUT A MUDBLOOD WHORE!"
That was it. I was astounded. She had the nerve to say that to her. Hermione was breathing very deeply right now and her arm was turning purple from lack of circulation. Out of nowhere, Hermione's right hand wheeled back across her body and the back of her hand slapped Alania's face, leaving a large gash across her left cheek from her engagement ring, which I guess was very sharp. It was real. She stumbled back in shock and brought her hand to her cheek. She screeched a Harpy's screech at the feel of liquid on her face. She screeched even louder when she looked at her blood-covered fingers. Without warming she took out her wand and shot a curse at Hermione. She flung back into the wall, knocking people over in the process. Alania was advancing on Hermione like a lion on a wounded gazelle. Her wand was pointing straight at Hermione's heart. I couldn't move glued to the spot I was standing, watching in amazement and fear.
"You will regret that bitch." She said in a deadly whisper, stopping at least five feet in front of her.
"AVADA KEDARVA!"
The infamous shot of green light that emitted from her wand was blocked by another shot of red as Lucius stepped in front of Hermione's immobilized body hanging against the wall.
"STOP THIS NONSENSE AT ONCE! YOU SHOULD BE PUT AWAY FOR DOING THAT! SHE IS A MINOR! GET OUT OF MY HOUSE NOW!" Lucius roared at Alania, causing everyone to wince.
She glowered at everyone in the room and left in a fury, her husband running behind her. My eyes, along with all the others, were still fixed on Hermione who was now being let down by Lucius. She fell limp into his arms. Even though my father was strong, he wasn't that strong.
"Draco! Get over here, or do you not care about your fiancé?!" he spat angrily.
His voice brought me out of my daze, I sped over to him, picking up Hermione's light body. She stared at me with befuddlement and daze. I smirked and led her out of the Grand Ballroom, up the stair and into her room.
"Hermione? Hermione? Say something." I whispered quietly as I laid her down on her bed, taking of her heels for her.
"Something." She retorted venomously.
"What did I do?" I pleaded.
Her brown eyes no longer sparkled with life but were dark with resentment.
"I need you to leave. Now. Don't even bother asking why Malfoy."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing! Why was she acting like this? I just carried her up to flights of stairs and this is how she says thanks?
"Fine." I said with an equal amount of annoyance.
I slammed the door with a sigh and didn't even bother wishing her a goodnight. But, too ignorant and preoccupied with my own thoughts, I failed to hear Hermione's deep sobs and cries of disappointment as I slammed my own door.
A/N: I had to cut this chappie in half too! Damn it! Whatever…I bet you wanna know why Hermione is soooo pissed and disappointed at Draco don't you? Hehe, well you'll just hafta wait until the next chappie. R & R please. Support is greatly appreciated.