Part Two

Enemy, Friend or Lover

..Goodbye World..

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Hermione woke with a jolt. Her head hurt, her body was sore and her eyes felt raw and swollen. She sat up and stared at the door. She couldn't leave her house like this, and she refused to. But she knew that was a lie. She was in danger and needed to be safe and she hated to admit it: she was safest with Draco. But he would not boss her around because she didn't not care what he thought.

It was strange that before leaving the room, Hermione checked herself out in the mirror to make sure she looked alright. She growled to herself and shook her head in disgust.

"Yeah, right, Hermione, you don't care what he thinks of you," she mocked to herself as she turned from the mirror.

Angrily, she opened the door to find Draco on the couch with Cujo's head on his knees.

Draco held a blade in his hand and was examining it's long cool length with his fingers. He held the knife possessively but it looked cherished in his strong hands. He felt the blade as if he were blind, his only way to see was by touch. Hermione found it so chilling that she was suddenly jealous of the stupid dagger.

"I'm hungry."

Draco didn't even open his eyes as he replied, "we'll eat and then we have to leave. There's food already on the table"

"Okay."

The meal was awkward with a long silence. Every once in a while, Draco's knee would brush against Hermione's. She would inhale and stare it him while he sat there, stuffing more food into his mouth as if he hadn't felt the strong powerful jolt of electricity passing through them.

The meal was painful and Hermione was so nervous and so aroused even by how he held the fork dominantly in his hands. Hermione finished her plate and pushed her chair away casually and stretched out, breaking the connection between her and Draco. Draco noticed this but said nothing just kept on eating until the table was empty.

Hermione cleared her throat and turned to Draco. "You can go and have a shower now. I'll clean up."

"Thank you." Draco smiled and left the room.

Hermione sighed loudly and gave her heart time to settle down. Soon enough, Hermione was back up and washing the dishes, the fruity smell of the soap hovering in the kitchen like an invisible fog.

"Thanks."

Hermione jumped at Draco's voice and shot him a look over her shoulder.

"My God, Draco!" She then smiled and laughed, it coming out a little nervously. "I'm not sure what you're thanking me for but you don't have to thank me for anything."

The kitchen once again became silent. Hermione barely heard Draco move closer, but it was the fact that she could made her shiver.

"Thank you." His words ran across her shoulders and then down her spine. Hermione shivered and her eye lids grew heavy. She hated the fact that even she could visibly see the shiver that split through her body.

"Hermione?"

Slowly Hermione turned around and stared just past his head. "Yes?"

"I-" The words died on his lips as her chocolate brown eyes met his own. Draco raised his hand and trailed his fingertips along her jaw. Hermione quivered at the gently caress. As petrified as she was, she did not turn away. "You're so damn beautiful," he murmured as he framed her face with his strong hands.

The sweet smell filled Hermione's nostrils like a drug. But she wasn't getting high off the smell of soap but the smell and feel of Draco. Her own wet hands came up as she grasped his wrist in a firm grip. She knew Draco was waiting for her to pull away but she made no effort whatsoever to push his hands away or pull away from his tender arms around her.

Hermione knew she was gazing at him helplessly and her lips instantly parted as he licked his. Hermione knew that the things she was feeling were showing through her eyes- longing, uncertainty, need and even a touch of fear. Most off all, burning desire that Draco too, was feeling.

His gaze dropped to her mouth and Hermione felt her lower lip tremble. That was Draco's breaking point because his mouth swept down on hers.

"Hermione," he whispered her like a caress.

A small and agonizing sound came for the back of Hermione's throat- part despair, the rest was relinquish. Resistance was now futile. From the moment his warm breath shivered across her skin, she was utterly lost, here body totally weak with need and longing.

She wondered why as she gave in to the kiss. How did she have such and effect to him? She should be feeling anger and disgust not this sizzling desire.

She would have crumbled to the floor as her knees turned to jelly but Draco wrapped his arms around her, pulling her tightly against him. Coiling her arms around her neck, Hermione held on for dear life. The heat seeped through her body making her tingle. The sensation pulsing though her were lush, so voluptuous, she felt as if she was drowning in pleasure.

"Oh, god," Draco muttered as he dropped his face into the curve of her shoulder. He kissed her violent pulse and then smiled as she moaned. He bit the side if her neck and then licked away the sting. "I have to stop or I wont be able to."

Hermione moaned as his tongue stroked behind her ear. Her body leaned forward, innocently taunting and teasing him.

Draco groaned and then growled as he put his hands to her hips and pushed away from her.

"Go and change and then we can go."

Hermione swallowed and got to her room, half closing the door and she yanked her shirt over her head.

"Where are we going?" Hermione called as she took off her pants to jump into a pair of well worn jeans.

"You'll see."

A shook her head and mimicked his words to herself mockingly as she took out a shirt from her closet. "What will we do with Cujo?"

"Don't know." Hermione jumped as his words didn't come from far away. He stood leaning against the door staring at her body. Hermione refused to be intimidated so she deliberately pulled the shirt on slowly.

"Is there someone close that you trust enough to have Cujo stay with?"

"Mark."

Draco gave a flat out, "no."

"My Aunt Annabelle." Hermione went to the bathroom and applied her make up.

"She lives around here? I didn't know that."

"Of curse you didn't. You don't know much about that stuff anymore."

Draco stood up straight, a sign of defence, Hermione noted. "And what is that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing."

Draco reached out and grabbed Hermione's wrist. "Answer me, dammit!"

"Let go of me!" she growled. "It's exactly what I said. You don't know stuff like that anymore. You were too busy helping Voldemort and caring for yourself to care about the people who loved you."

"Not this again," Draco moaned in annoyance.

Hermione snarled. "You asked me so I told you. Stop the shit and let's go."

"Fine."

They went to the living room, both angry and ill tempered.

"Grab your dog and then lets go."

"Fine," Hermione snapped. Softer she called to Cujo, "Common, let's go see Puppy. Auntie Annabelle will love to see you."

Cujo wagged his tail, and ran in a couple of circles. "Good boy." Hermione patted his side and went to the front hall.

"We'll drop him off first and then we'll come back to get your stuff." Before Hermione could open her mouth, Draco was out the door and half way down the sidewalk. Hermione snarled again. No way could he be so bossy to her! She was going to make her own rules. No more of listening to Draco's every order.

She opened the door and locked it behind her.

"Walk faster," Draco growled to her.

"No."

Draco stopped dead in his tracks. "What was that?"

"I said no!" Good job, Hermione, she complemented to herself. "I wont have you boss me around."

Draco's face was cold and harsh but a small smile slid onto his face. "Fine, suit yourself. Don't blame be if the Dark Lord gets you." He turned back around and kept on walking.

Hermione picked up her speed.

"That's what I though."

Soon enough, they got to Annabelle's house.

The house was small and Hermione was ready for Draco's smart remarks. 'It's such a dump. Who would life in this shit hole? Oh, yeah, Annabelle would.' She could hear him mock her aunt in her head.

"It's cute." Draco muttered, a smile on his face. His face turned to the side as she examined the small house. The large yard filled with flowers, trees and fountains.

The door flew open and tall curly brown haired looking woman came out and ran to Hermione, a large golden retriever following her out the door.

"Hermione, dear! How are you doing?"

"I'm alright, I guess." Hermione leaned down and hugged the massive dog. "How are you doing, Leticia, baby? Are you being a good girl for Auntie?"

"Oh, she's great. It's a blessing you gave her to me, Hermione. This house was just so empty without her. So dear, what's up?"

"I need a favour of you."

The older woman smiled. "Anything for you, my dear child.

Hermione scratched Cujo's head. "Could you watch Cujo for a while?"

"Sure, that's not problem at all!" She bent down and ruffled Cujo's neck as she kissed his nuzzle. "How long?"

"I don't know. A week maybe more?"

Annabelle slowly stood up and that's when her cool brown eyes crossed over to Draco. A look of surprise came over her. "Draco? What on earth are you doing here?"

"Well, Hermione is-"

Hermione scampered to reach Draco's side and to touch his arm. "We're leaving town for a week or so," Hermione said, hurriedly. Even to herself, it didn't sound convincing.

"I see." Annabelle stood still and peered at Draco's serious face and Hermione's fake smile.

"Yeah, we ran into each other last week," Hermione said trying to make something up and have it sound assuring.

"Is that right?" Annabelle stood still and noticed that Hermione hesitantly put her arm around Draco's waist. Draco slightly straightened but didn't do a thing about it.

All of a sudden Draco smiled. "That's right. I missed Hermione so much that I-" he stopped talking to look down adoringly at her, "that I wasn't whole. I was incomplete and making others suffer so my loss wasn't so deep."

Annabelle started to melt and then smiled.

"So where are you going?"

Hermione shrugged. "I don't know, Draco wont tell me. But we will send you letter so you'll know we're safe."

"Thank you, dear."

"I'm sorry, Annabelle," Draco started, "but we must go now. We have to leave so we can get on our trip." Draco smiled at Hermione's aunt.

Draco then leaned down in Hermione's ear and whispered, "You are such a liar."

Hermione giggled and swatted his stomach. "Draco!" Hermione knew she was blushing but it wasn't from the fact that she was pretending that Draco was saying seductive things into her ear but that she was out right lying to the person she loved the most. Plus, the fact that Draco knew it. She was nervous that her aunt could see right through her and her lies.

Hermione untangled herself from Draco's arms and opened them for her aunt.

"You be careful, Hermione." Annabelle held Hermione tightly and Hermione knew that Annabelle knew she was lying. Of course, she did! Aunt Annabelle knew everything and it was so damn annoying.

"I love you."

Annabelle held her tighter. "I know, dear. And I love you, too."

Hermione stepped back from her wall of comfort and backed away. Draco grabbed her hand and started to walk away only to call, "Nice to see you again, Annabelle," over his shoulder.

"Bye Cujo, you be good for Auntie, okay? Bye Leticia, baby! Thanks Annabelle!" Hermione yelled over Draco's shoulder as well.

As the crossed the street, Draco let go of Hermione's hand as if it were garbage. "Let's get your stuff."

Soon enough, they were in Hermione's car and on their way to god knows where.

The car was silent and Hermione desperately wanted Draco to say something. Well, thanks to her wishful thinking, he did.

"Why did you lie to her like that?" Draco finally asked.

"Because I love her and I didn't want her to worry about me."

"So you lied to her?"

Hermione shook her head and looked over at him. "I had to Draco. She's the only family I have. I want to keep her from getting hurt and from worrying about me."

The car was silent for a while until Draco finally spoke. "She isn't the only family that you have, Hermione."

"Oh, and I suppose that you're parents are part of my family?"

"Yes. My mother found you to be the daughter that she always wanted. She never stopped talking about you, Hermione. She loved you and would have helped you through anything."

"Uh huh," Hermione said sarcastically. "And I presume that you father would to?"

Draco scowled at her acerbic tone. "My father didn't care for anyone but himself."

Hermione frowned but didn't say anything.

"I was trying-"

"I know, Hermione. Just sit back and stop talking. We'll be there soon enough."

Hermione sighed but did what she was told. She looked out the window and the car turned invisible and flew into the air. She now had no job, no house, no life. Her world was all over.

"Good bye, world," Hermione whispered. She blinked and let a tear fall down her cheek, then she was ready to take on the world.

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I'm go goddamn sorry! I was lazy and started to slow down the chapters even more and then I was done this chapter and the next and then my computer got a virus and froze right up before I could even save the chapters to my email. I'm so sorry for making you all wait. I'm sorry about the terrible grammar and spelling mistakes as well. Anyways, I thank you all for the support and compliments and please keep on reading. I appreciated all the love you guys have given to me! All the best,

Chebetta

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.Relinquish- Surrender.

.Futile- having no useful result. (pointless.)

.Voluptuous- having strong sexual appeal.

.Acerbic - Harsh and sharp