PLEASE READ ENTIRE NOTE:
Here it is. What you've all been waiting for...
But before we get there, let me thank all of the reviewers at this point:
going from the first review
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Okay, I need to say sorry, too. Because when I wrote this, it was within one week. Actually, my spring break like months ago, and now it's the ending. So it's been all whooaaa. I had to reread this story like ... a lot. And some of the things in the beginning chapters are messed up, but I'm glad so many people liked it. And now, I'm kind of glad it's over.
But, I thank you all again for reviewing and sticking through the end, wether you are a new comer or an oldie to this story. Love you all. -hearts-
Now.
Here you go:
Dirty Tricks
So… so exhilarating was that kiss, which she could not pull away from, she felt weak (Thank Merlin she was sitting!). However he learnt how to kiss, bless it!
In moments she was laying down on the silk, his body weight pressing against her softly, while being passionately kissed. Her hands found their way under his suit jacket, pulling it off, then undoing his tie, unbuttoning some buttons, while his hand slid up her thigh only to be completely surprised she didn't have panties on—this whole time their lips stayed locked (for the most part, anyway, their mouths were in contact, just put it that way).
Some where in there, all of their clothing was strewn unknowingly everywhere around the bed, as, each in turn, had their own ecstasy—before their bodies were one and they collapsed, tired, soaking in perspiration sometime later.
Neither had ever had this great of sex—especially her, because, she never had sex before. Later on, when she would try and get over her anger, she'd say; "Wow. The first time—it really was the best." But now—how exhausting she felt!
So, excuse her, because she couldn't help it, but she fell asleep in his arms.
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In later hours of the day, somewhere around noon or so, Hannah—as you've come to know her, awoke tiredly. She did not open her eyes, but stirred restlessly. Her hands groped the bed on either side of her, finding nothing, there was no one there. Her eyes opened, just to make sure—there was on one there. She sat up so quickly, she thought she'd go right over, but she steadied herself, pulling the blankets over her naked body.
There was no one there, and this was not a dream.
Tears slid down her cheeks, as her friends words that was so long ago came back to her; "Stop brooding, he was just another man-whore…" which made her sob. He wouldn't—he couldn't!
She fell back against the pillows, crying, when she saw a note stuck onto the headboard, she pulled it off, trying to clear her eyes, while sitting up again, she read:
My darling Hannah—or should I say Miss Hermione Granger?--,
As I told you last night, you wouldn't see me again after what would have been last night.
I also told you that my father was in Azkaban, and wanted me to be a Death Eater—so he would do anything possible to make me one. Well, recently, he escaped from Azkaban due to the dementors rebelling against the Ministry—again.
But shouldn't you, the brightest witch of our age, know this? I guessed your real identity the day we met up, I bought that splendid dress for you, and you agreed to attend the dinner and ball with me.
Did you even try to guess mine? "Darian Malton," what kind of name is that? Well, I did come up with it, so shouldn't bother asking.
I'm sorry, my darling Granger, that I must leave now—right when you decided to be, excuse me of what you call me, a 'man-whore's' girl. When my father is back in Azkaban, or rather much killed and six-feet-under, maybe I could see you again. But if I am forced into a Death Eater's role, I could never—never!—see you again, unless I'm about to kill you. But do not worry, Granger, I would never hurt you. I could never let anyone hurt you.
As I told you the night we met in the club, I was so jealous of Krum when you attend with him to the Yule Ball. Every boy was, and every girl was jealous of you. Maybe when Slytherin and Gryffindor get along, everyone can get along. Don't be so infuriated when you figure who I am—unless you have already, and I do hope you have by now. You should have known all along. How could you not notice an old school enemy, who has been infatuated with you for the longest time? Oh look at me; I'm smirking while I write these words.
But I must close now, for I fear you may awaken anytime—and I do not wish to be here when you do.
D. M. (Darian Malton, ha! as if.)
P.S. I got up your skirt, love.
The note fell onto the silk sheets, she was so stunned. The initials ran over and over in her mind: D. M. - D. M. – D. M. – Draco Malfoy.
"Oh, gods," her eyes widened in horror, "Oh, oh, oh no!" Shocked, afraid, angry-beyond-belief, and caring all at the same time. Shocked, because she had no idea of who he really was—he didn't seem familiar one bit. Afraid more for him than her, because of Lucius Malfoy, the Death Eaters, and Voldemort were all terrible. Angry-beyond-belief, because he was such a jerk! Caring, because… because, well, how could one not have feelings for someone after what they had experienced?
She had been found out, without her knowing, and how dumb she felt not knowing who he was. "Oh, Draco Malfoy," she muttered against his pillows, after lying back down, "I shall hate you, and love you, forever."