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A/N: Okay... well... (ducks) sorry sorry for a late update again...I did promise I would update sooner didn't I? Oops..But! This time, I can't say it wasn't my fault, because it was because I let my stupid self accidentally delete my entire My Documents. I'm so smart aren't I? Yup. So I was peed off at myself and took longer to re-write the chapter...But here it is! and I think this story is going to finish up in a few more chapters..I don't like making a story go on for too long.
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Chapter 4 - Annoying Beeps
'I found him, I found him, I finally found him...I'll take revenge for all those years of torture...Finally I'll make him pay...'
Draco Malfoy didn't have the slightest inkling of where he was, where he was going or where he was just a few minutes ago. The only thing he knew was that by all means, he had to follow the man that was sprinting through the crowd in front of him. The man infront of him had turned into the alleyway round the corner...his father was just a few more steps out of reach...Finally he could do what he had set out to do...
As Draco turned to place his foot in the alley, he was violently turned around on the spot. Hermione's cheeks were flushed with pink and she was looking up at him breathlessly. Obviously, she had just ran the whole way with him. Suddenly realizing, he turned around to face the alley once again and to his horror, no one was there anymore.
He had apparated. He had ran away. Again.
Violently brushing his fingers through his silky hair, he kicked a box lying open on the floor, frustrated. At Hermione, and mostly at himself. He rounded on the girl in front of him.
"Malfoy what's wro-"
"You bitch!" he yelled at her, ignoring the little voice in his head that was telling him to calm down.
Hermione would have liked it better if he had slapped her. "What?" she asked. It had been a while since he'd insulted her like this and she felt anger slowly take over.
"You let him escape! You made me lose him!" he said furiously, his hands shaking.
He knew Hermione didn't have the slightest clue about what had just happened and was probably worried about his sudden reaction, but he couldn't help it. He wanted to release his anger on something and she was the best and closest option.
Hermione just stared at him, unable to say anything.
"Would you care to explain what you are talking about Malfoy, or do you want to just continue shouting at me?" she asked coldly, though deep inside she was scared and hurt by his attitude.
"That was my father, Granger!" he said loudly, punching the wall behind him, which did nothing other than give him a throbbing pain against his knuckles. Hermione stared. Now she felt bad. Really bad.
"I am so sor-"
"Damnit, you always have to get in the way don't you?" he asked furiously, oblivious to the fact that Hermione was apologizing. With that, Hermione's eyes filled with tears and she apparated away.
Draco stared at the place she was standing a second ago. 'Oh shit...' he thought stupidly.
"Asshole! Dumbass feret! Snobby little bastard!"
A few minutes later, Hermione examined her large room with satisfaction for her handywork. Nearly every pillow that once occupied her bed were now either scattered roughly across the floor or on top of her many dressers and drawers, throwing the original contents, broken and shattered on to the floor. Her lamp shade had come loose and was threatening to fall on top of her head.
She then looked down at the last, snowy white pillow in her hand and took a deep breath. Closing her eyes, she bought her arm above her head, forming her fingers into a strong fist and with an almighty 'ARRRGHHH!', successfully beat her pillow into a pulp while imagining a certain blonde bastards face on it.
Giving a big satisfied smile, she reached for her wand.
"Repa- Oh damnit!" She put her wand down again, frustrated and began to clean the mess up with her bare hands. 'Muggle life can seriously suck sometimes...'
'Great, now I can't go inside the house or else I'm going to argue with Granger. Just great... I need time to clear my head...'
Malfoy walked down the silent street, the wind slapping against his pink cheeks and blowing his hair all over his face. He reached the front of their garden and sat down. He looked up to see the windows all shut and all the lights turned off. 'Granger must be really mad at me... Oh who cares about that mudblood anyway...' he asked himself, placing his head in his hands.
A few hours later, droplets of rain began to poke him, but he ignored them, his eyes wouldn't open. 'Can't fall asleep here...' he thought as his head whirled through the wonderous world of dreams and rain pounded on him harder and faster.
"No...Stop it. I don't want this anymore...Stop it. Leave her alone... What has she ever done to you... No... Stop it!"
A mirthless laugh echoed in the darkness and the shrill crying of a woman pierced his eardrums.
"Imperio" the laughing voice drawled.
"NO! STOP IT! I DON'T WANT TO! I WON'T HURT HER! I'm not going to turn into- CRUCIO!"
The woman's crying voice died away as a shriller piercing scream took over. The laugh still continued to echo, as heartless and cruel sounding as ever.
"STOP IT! IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT! I SAID STOP IT!"
Malfoy's eyes snapped open to find bright, cheery sunshine pouring through the wide windows onto the huge room of his house. Granger's house. Their house. He blinked a few times and adjusted to the light, his heart pounding and threatening to leave a permanent tatoo on his chest. It was then that he realized he had a very firm grip on something.
Hermione Granger was looking at him with what looked like half scared and half confused face, staring intently at him, schocked by his actions. Malfoy looked down to see his own hand gripping Hermione's and he let go quickly.
Silence.
"Wha...what happened?" he asked confused. Hermione stood up and began clearing up the surface of bedside drawer which was occupied with many small bottles of medicine, jug of water and scattered tablets. She turned to him.
"You fell asleep at the front of the garden." she replied, her voice even, eyes expressionless. "And you were just having a bad dream."
"Oh..." his memories came flying back of the past night and his dream began re living itself inside his brain. He knew perfectly that it wasn't just a dream. It was a memory. A memory he deeply buried away from his mind at all times. Not wanting to think about it anymore, he raised another question.
"How did I get here?"
Hermione raised her eyebrow.
"How do you think? Santa Claus carried you on his back?" she said sarcastically and he frowned.
"Well than how? I don't remember waking up and coming here... If I had, I would have gone to my room..." he said thoughtfully.
"Jeez can't I get any credit here?"
"What?"
He stopped and looked at her weirdly. "Don't tell me..." And he burst out laughing.
"Hahahaha!..." he clutched his stomach as he imagined how she ever managed to do that. "Oh Merlin Granger, sometimes you honestly crack me up...hahaha.."
Hermione stood there with a cold glare on her face.
"Ya, Malfoy. Very funny. Hilarious."
When he finally got his breath back, he smirked at her and she frowned more.
"Sorry Granger, it's just hard to believe a bookworm like you could do that."
Hermione's lip twitched slightly. 'Obviously I haven't shown Mr. Malfoy the true power of my fists.'
"Owwwww..."
Half an hour later, Malfoy was sporting a black eye and a cut lip which was being tended to by a much happier Hermione.
"That hurt Granger..." he whined pathetically as she smirked.
"That's what you get for underestimating me, hunny." she said happily, standing up to leave. Malfoy however, grabbed her arm with suprisingly great reflex and firmness.
"Don't go." he said, in what appeared not as an order, but as a slight plead. Hermione, taken by suprise, sat back down beside him, wondering about his unusual action.
An awkward silence passedwhen Draco finally opened his mouth.
"I..I'm sorry about last night." he said sincerely. "I didn't mean to take my anger out on you..."
Hermione felt a great big stab at her chest and she nodded slowly.
"It..it's okay. I'm sorry too for getting in your way..."
Her last words trailed away as she felt Malfoy's lips gently brush hers. She slowly closed her eyes and leaned slightly forwards...
'This is it.' they both thought in unison.
As their lips finally touched properly, both eyes firmly closed, waited for the-
RING RING
Hermione and Draco both snapped away, as though their faces had touched something real hot and turned to stare at the small silvery device on the bedside table. Hermione, blushing, quickly grabbed her phone.
"Hello?" she said breathlessly, turning her back on Malfoy so he wouldn't see her bright red face.
"Hi Sweetheart, it's mum and dad!"
After nearly 20 minutes of parent-and-daughter conversation, Hermione put her cell phone down and finally turned to look at Draco, who was wearing a big scowl.
"So!" Hermione said in a too cheery voice, forcing a cheesy smile. "What does lil' Malfoy want for dinner? How about pizza? Yep, great idea! I'll go order some now!" and with that she skipped out of the room without a backwards glance, leaving Malfoy staring at the spot with a bigger frown than before.
"Stupid muggles. Why do they have to invent annoying beeps for?"
Oooooooookay, that was short! But atleast I wrote it! I'm so lazy..yep...sorry...
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