Enemy, Friend, or Lover
..The Cabin…
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Draco had a horrible sleep last night. He was a jerk, a major jerk, he knew that. He wanted Vanessa, he knew he did. But now, because Hermione was mad at him, he didn't want Vanessa as much. He wanted Hermione. Draco wanted her so much he ached.
Draco rolled out of bed and went to have a shower. He got in and let the water run over his body. He growled, wanting the image of Hermione's face in his head to go away. But it wouldn't. It would stay with him until Hermione was no longer mad at him.
Draco stepped out of the shower and put a towel around his waist. He went over to the sink, brushed his teeth and shaved.
"Come on, Leticia," Draco heard Hermione's voice as she came up the stairs.
"Great. It's time for more yelling," Draco mumbled.
Hermione walked in the bathroom and looked at him in his towel. "Are you almost done?" Hermione asked, trying not to stare at his body.
Draco rinsed out the sink and told her he'd be done in a minute. Hermione turned around and waited around the side of the door. Draco walked out and Hermione went into the bathroom and closed the door just as Draco turned around to try and apologize. He backup so the door wouldn't hit him in the face.
"At least she didn't yell," Draco commented under his breath. Leticia barked as he walked over to the closet. He bent down and scratched her behind the ears. The pup turned its head so Draco could get better access.
Draco patted the Dog's head lightly and went to go and put clothes on. He went downstairs before Hermione came out so she wouldn't have to get upset over him.
Draco went downstairs and ate breakfast with the tiny pup at his feet.
"Draco!" Mrs. Malfoy said as she came in. "Do not feed the dog! She's gonna get sick!"
Draco dropped the rest of the hash brown on the floor. "Oops, it just fell out of my hand!" Draco exclaimed, smiling down at the dog.
"She's gonna die before she's even one!" Mrs. Malfoy exclaimed.
"She will not."
Hermione came down the stairs and sat down at the opposite side of the table that Draco was on.
"Hello, dear. How was your sleep?"
Hermione looked over to Draco then smiled at Mrs. Malfoy. "It was fine, thank you."
Mrs. Malfoy smiled back at Hermione than at Draco.
"Draco's not biting you, I hope?"
Hermione gave Draco a cold look then answered. "No."
"Well that's good. Don't wanna live with someone like that for the rest of your life."
"Excuse me. But I'm not hunger," Hermione got up out of her chair and went out of the kitchen.
"Draco, what did you do to her?"
"Nothing!"
Mrs. Malfoy sighed. "Go and check on the poor girl."
Draco nodded and set his napkin down on his plate. He got up out of his chair and headed for the stairs.
As he walked up to his room, he heard Hermione crying. He slowly opened the door and stepped in.
"Hermione?" Draco asked. The answer he got way another sob. "Hermione?" Draco called again. "You wanna talk about it?" He walked over to the side of the bed and looked down at her. She was on her stomach, her face in her arms, her body jerking with sobs.
"No," came Hermione's muffled voice.
"We can talk this out, Hermione. I know we can."
Hermione sat up and looked at Draco. Her face was streaked with tears and she was physically shaking.
"We can not talk this out. You always talk yourself out. And Draco, I'm sick of it."
"You can tell your mother that I will not marry you. I refuse to and you, you can go strait to hell." Hermione got up from the bed and headed for the door. Draco got up from the bed and went after her. He grabbed her arm and turned her back around.
"I think you should take that back."
"Take what back?" Hermione asked. "Take back about going to hell? I will never take that back. Hell's even too good for you," she spat.
Draco's grip on Hermione's arm tightened. "Take that back!"
"No. Go ahead, hit me." Draco's eyes flashed. They flashed dark. But Hermione would not back down. "You're so fuckin' low you'd actually do that, wouldn't you?"
"I'd go to hell a thousand times before I'd ever hit you."
Hermione looked at him. "But you'd rather stay here and fuck all the girls you could before you'd leave, right?"
"I don't fuck," Draco informer her, his eyes still dark. "And you're the only girl I want."
"Oh!" Hermione said, outraged. "That is such a lie," she pulled her arm from Draco's grip. "Do you say that to ever girl before you kiss them? Or only the ones who would believe you?"
"I don't want anyone else!"
"What about that girl yesterday? You fucking kissed her. I was watching you last night."
"Than you'd know that I didn't kiss anyone," Draco said.
"I remember you. I was dancing with Caleb. My head was resting on his shoulder and-"
"Oh, and you're talking about me cheating?"
"And I was looking for you. I turned my head away so he could see that I was looking for you in the crowd. I saw you, you were dancing with this gorgeous girl. The first thing that came to mind was what a flirt you were." Draco opened his mouth to deny it but Hermione kept on going. "I was okay with it. I know that-" she stopped and took a breath then corrected herself. "I thought that you'd never do anything to hurt me. Then I saw you kiss her. I felt so betrayed, so sad, so . . . alone."
Draco just looked down at the girl he missed so much. He knew that he kissed Vanessa but Hermione did not know he was wishing that it were her last night. But he would not tell her that. Never.
"We could try again," Draco suggested.
Hermione shook her head. "No, I will not give you another chance. You don't deserve one. I don't want you anymore, Draco."
"Then why are you crying?" Draco asked.
"Because I trusted you. I thought you to be ten feet tall. I respected you. You were taking it slow with me and I was going to try and trust you. I was going to take step forward because I thought I was ready to trust you. But I was wrong, very wrong."
"You still want me though, Hermione."
"And I'll forget you soon enough," she turned around to stomped away but wanted to add one more thing. "Draco, I don't want you anymore but I'm still sure that hell does."
Before Hermione knew it, Draco's mouth was on hers. He mouth was crushing but it was okay. It felt right. Draco's hands were on her hips, pulling her body close to his. He wanted her. She could tell by his body and also by the way the passion of the kiss went through him, he just wanted to hold on to her forever.
Then he pulled back. "You want me," His voice was husky and sexy as hell.
With all her might, Hermione pulled away. "You're sick." Hermione managed to get out even though her voice, too, was thick.
Draco grabbed her and dragged her down to the floor. He was on top of her, his body pining her own down to the rough floor.
"Don't touch me," Hermione croaked.
"I just wanna look at you," Draco whispered, his voice still gruff. "How could I do this to you? Why would I even think about hurting you?" Hermione just lay beneath him, listening to him, watching him.
"Why? Why would I hurt something so beautiful?" he whispered as his had stroked her cheek. "Why would I not respect you? Why would I not cherish you? Why do I not show you the love that I really feel for you?"
Draco stared down into Hermione's face. She was crying and he knew she was having a battle with herself.
"Because you don't love me," Hermione answered for him.
Draco looked deep into her eyes. Then slowly he kissed her. Very soft, his lips just brushing Hermione's.
"Don't say that," Draco whispered.
Hermione swallowed hard. "Draco-" she closed her eyes tight and swallowed again. Then she tried again. "Draco, I will not take you back." Draco looked down into her face. She was not kidding, she meant it and would not take it back.
She shoved at his shoulder and Draco let her get up. She rolled up off the ground and wiped her face with the back of her hands.
Draco also got up. "Please, please, take me back."
"No."
Draco asked louder. "Please, Hermione."
"No!" Hermione said firmly.
Then he begged. "Please, Hermione, please, take me back!"
"No!" Hermione yelled. "I will not take you back! Go and find some whore who will take you back."
"I don't want some girl, Hermione. I want you."
"And you aren't going to have me," Hermione told him. Draco picked a vase up off the table and threw it at the wall. The glass shattered and the roses and water went all over.
Hermione jumped back and looked at Draco with disgust.
"Stop doing this to me!" Draco shouted at Hermione.
"Do what? I'm not doing anything. I'm telling you how I felt, how I feel and you just, you just-"
"Love you more," Draco finished for her.
Hermione stopped talking and stared at him. Then she found her voice. "Then why do you want other girls?"
"Because I know I can't have you. Every time I'm with them I think of you. That's all I can ever think of, Hermione. I can only think about you."
"I don't care. You chose this. I will not take your shit anymore," Hermione told him.
"You wont have to. I wont go with another girl! I promise. Just please don't leave me."
"I'm not leaving you. I'm just not marrying you. You're already married to the devil."
Draco looked at Hermione. She was beautiful, so beautiful. But she had no clue. She was mad at him and this time, Draco knew, she was not going to take him back. She had her jaw set stubbornly, and her arms crossed over her chest.
"Draco? Hermione?" came Mrs. Malfoy voice from behind the door.
"Yes?" Hermione asked. Mrs. Malfoy came in and shook her head. "What happened here?" she asked, looking at the broken vase.
"Draco has a temper," Hermione told Mrs. Malfoy.
Mrs. Malfoy looked at Draco with a frown. "Why would you do that?" she asked Draco. "That was my good vase. Why would you do such a thing?"
"I was mad. I'm done now, don't worry, Mother," Draco said, his voice flat. Mrs. Malfoy looked at Hermione and Hermione smiled at her.
"Oh, okay. I'll leave then." Mrs. Malfoy closed the door and left the room.
"I don't wanna sleep in here anymore," Hermione said mostly to herself.
"You don't have a choice," Draco told her.
Hermione looked at Draco. She looked into his eyes then looked him up and down as if to see if he was worth her troubles. Then she shook her head.
"Draco, I can leave anytime I want."
"You can but you wont," Draco said. He was right, Hermione knew that. She wanted to be nice to Mrs. Malfoy
"Hermione, please. I don't want you mad at me."
"And I don't want you cheating on me."
Draco looked at her and then away. He wanted her more than anything right now. He wanted what was best and if it was for her to go away, he'd have her go away.
"Then pack your things. We'll find you another room."
"You'd find me another room?" Hermione asked.
"If that is what you'd want, than yes, I would."
"Good." With that, Hermione turned around and left, slamming the door behind her.
Draco sighed. She wasn't going to forgive him. Draco walked over to the door and headed downstairs for lunch.
As Draco sat down, Hermione didn't even look his way. She looked at her plate and pushed her food around noticing that Draco too, wasn't hungry.
Mrs. Malfoy set down her fork and looked at the two. "Oh, my! You two haven't said a whole word since we sat down." Mrs. Malfoy shook her head. "Lucious and I have decided that you two shall go to our cabin. We think that this house and us has made it hard for you two to have a relationship. You will return to school in a week and you two will stay there until school starts."
"Oh, but it's fine here," Hermione said, a fake smile on her face.
"No." Mrs. Malfoy insisted. "You two will go. I'll have the house elves pack your bags and you two will be leaving tonight. I heard you two arguing after I left and you guys need some alone time."
"But Mrs. Malfoy, we sorted it out. We just had an argument," Hermione looked over to Draco for help but he didn't say anything, just looked at his mother.
Mrs. Malfoy smiled. "Then this will have you learn what it'll be like to live with Draco."
"But I know what it's like," Hermione protested.
"Not alone, you don't." Mrs. Malfoy called for a house elf and told it to go and pack Hermione's and Draco's bags. The house elf nodded and scurried off.
"Mrs. Malfoy, I must inform you-"
"Hermione dear, don't worry about it. If you have a horrible time, then we can come and join you, okay?" Mrs. Malfoy wouldn't give up so Hermione did. She nodded and they finished their meal in silence.
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The cabin was old, nice but still old. It was near a lake, surrounded by trees, and out in the sunlight. The cabin was a lovely place to stay but to stay with Draco, it was not so nice. The place had a kitchen, a family room, a bathroom, a bedroom with a bathroom attached, and storage room.
Hermione walked into the kitchen of the cabin and looked around. It was like a normal house, just a little smaller. But the inside was a lot nicer than normal houses. It had leather chair, beautiful paintings, and gorgeously painted rooms.
"What do you think?" Draco asked from behind her.
"It's nice," was all Hermione said back. Draco came and sat beside her so Hermione got up.
"You can't still be mad at me," Draco exclaimed.
"Watch me." He did, he watched Hermione leave the room in a hmph. He got up out of his chair and followed her.
Hermione passed the half bath and walked into the bedroom. The bedroom was bigger than most. It was the same size as the kitchen. The bed was nice and big but Hermione hated it. She would sleep on the couch in the family room, but it was new but it was also hard.
"I hate this place," Hermione mumbled to herself.
"I used to love this place," Draco commented from behind her. Hermione looked back at him but didn't say anything. She walked into the room and checked out the bathroom.
"I'm going to have a bath," Hermione told Draco and closed the door.
Draco rolled his eyes and flopped down on the bed. She was not going to talk to him. Well, he was just going to have to make her.
Draco looked at his watch and seen that it was midnight. No wonder why he was so tired. Holding in a yawn, Draco went to the kitchen to make himself something to eat. He sat down on one of the stools and ate a muffin. He slowly ate it and then went back to the bedroom.
Draco didn't hear anything from the bathroom so he knocked on the door. "Hermione? You awake in there?"
"Yes," came her muffled voice. "I'll be out shortly." Draco heard her pull the plug and get out of the tub.
Draco didn't want to wait anymore so he took his pants and shirt off and got into the bed. He fluffed the pillow and laid his head down.
Soon, enough, the door opened and Hermione came out. She had only a towel on her hair was wet. She grabbed some clothes and headed back into the bathroom to change.
She came back out and went over to her side of the bed. She pulled the blankets back and crawled into bed. She sat looking up at the roof and yawned.
"I'm sorry," Draco told Hermione.
Hermione signed and rolled over on the bed. "Don't start, Draco. I already have to stay here alone with you."
"Then don't make it hard," Draco said.
Hermione threw the covers back and got up. "Stop this, Draco. I don't wanna hear it anymore. You make it sound like it's my fault. You and I both know it isn't."
Draco got up out of the bed, too. "But you and I both know that I'm sorry."
"Stop it! Just stop it!" Hermione yelled at him.
"No! I need you to understand that."
"Well it's not gonna happen. I'm so sick of your shit and I don't wanna be with you for the rest of my life!" Hermione replied.
"That was harsh," Draco mumbled.
"But it's true. Draco, I need to trust you. I need someone that will be there for me not someone that will go and party with other woman."
"I wont."
"Then why did you kiss her?" Hermione asked not expecting him to tell her.
"Because I wanted to feel needed. No," Draco said, correcting himself, "I needed to feel . . . to feel loved, useful, I needed to feel that I could be trusted."
"But my trust wasn't enough?" Hermione asked.
"It is enough, Hermione. I just knew that you wouldn't give me your trust."
"And so you had to do that? Because you thought that if you kiss some other girl I could trust you more?" Hermione asked, totally outraged.
"I'm sorry! It was a mistake and I know it! I just need-"
"I don't give a shit what you need. You're a prick and still wish you to hell," Hermione growled. She turned around and walked out the door. Draco ran after her, grabbing her arm, stopping her.
"Don't walk away!" Draco roared, his face showing no emotion.
"I will do as I please!"
Draco grabbed both arms and gave her a shake. "No! I need to talk to you and you're going to listen." Hermione set her jaw and looked him square in the face. "I want you, Hermione, and I want you bad."
"I am no fuckin' sex toy!"
"I didn't mean it like that! I don't want you for sex, Hermione. I want to have you as my wife, my best friend."
Hermione shook her head. "I don't believe you and it wont work if I don't want you at all."
Draco put on a cocky smile. "Oh, you want me, I know you do, Hermione. I can feel it."
"Fuck you!" Hermione exclaimed.
"That's one way of dealing with it. There's no problem. I want you, you want me."
"You're disgusting." Hermione spat.
"But you like it, Hermione. I know you do."
As this was going on, Hermione was slowly backing up, slowly backing Draco up.
"Draco, I'm serious, let me go. I don't wanna be here with you and you're just making it worse."
"Am I? I haven't noticed." The back of Hermione's thighs hit the kitchen table. Draco frowned down at her, his hands gripping her arms tighter.
"Ow, Draco, you're hurting me," Hermione whined. Draco loosened his grip but didn't let go.
"See, this is what you do to me."
Hermione let out a loud sound of annoyance. "I can not believe you would even blame your attitude on me. Everything isn't my fault, you know."
"I never said it was," Draco's voice was low, a little husky and very sexy. His slow drawl was driving Hermione crazy. Draco leaned his hips into Hermione's, pinning her lower body to the table. Draco's arm swooped passed her, sweeping everything to the floor. As if she weighed nothing, Draco picked her up and set her down on the table.
Hermione's back was cold from the table, but her shivering wasn't from that. It was from Draco. She was scared, but at the same time, she was excited.
Draco was now leaning over her, his lower body, pinning her down.
"Don't do this," Hermione whispered.
"I'm not doing anything, Hermione. I'm just sitting here."
"You are-" Hermione stopped talking was Draco's hand came down on her chest just about where her heart was.
"I sure got your heart going," Draco told her, his left eyebrow going up. "Never knew I did this to you. I like the idea of that though. See, you can't deny it, Hermione."
"I'm wasn't going to." Hermione said, her jaws clenched tight.
"You gotta relax a little," Draco mumbled as he kissed the side of her jaw. "You gotta loosen your body," he mumbled again as his lips traveled up the side of her face. "And you have to let your body do what it's telling you to do."
Draco's little voyage of kisses stopped and he looked down on her. "You have to do what your heart is telling you."
Hermione swallowed. "No."
Draco's eyes bore into Hermione's and she just stared back. Then Draco's head came down, his lips slammed down onto hers. It didn't hurt but when his mouth hit hers, her stomach knotted, her heart fluttered. She wanted to kiss him, wanted to believe him, needed to feel his arms around her.
And so she surrendered to his kiss. She moaned as he took her mouth and at the same time, her heart. But she had to be strong. Draco's will was stronger that her own, and so she would loose this fight. At the moment she didn't care. The only thing on her mind was Draco.
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