Author's Note: Whoop whoop, got another chappie. You better review... no... I'm serious. Please?
Chapter Six
"Excuse me? Is this Draco Malfoy's room?"
"Are you family?" Hermione bit her lip, the medi-witch obviously would send Hermione back on the streets on London if she found Hermione was actually just a confused-maybe-in-love-but-doesn't-want-to-say-the-word-love girl.
"I'm his cousin, Hermione Malfoy." She felt herself cringe with just saying Malfoy as her last name. But it didn't matter. She was on a mission. The nurse raised an eyebrow. Bullocks! She knows!
"You don't have to lie. I know you're not his cousin. You really thought I would fall for that when my dad is obsessed with the magazine you write for? I know who you are, but I'm going to let you pass. Not because I have mercy on you, but because I think you're brave for even wanting to come close to this bloke. He's been an ass all day." She held open the door to the hospital room and Hermione slid in. She really did feel sorry for the nurses who were forced to take care of Malfoy. But at least they were getting paid.
"What in bloody hell? Haven't I had enough of you for a lifetime?" Hermione smiled at Draco, she didn't expect him to be thrilled to see her. It WAS sort of her fault he splinched. His hair was a mess, all tangled and scruffy. But the rest of him seemed pretty normal. The room was a pale yellow, not exactly cheerful. It must have been the best room in St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries.
"No one can have enough of me, Malfoy." She placed herself gently in the chair facing him. He narrowed his eyes into slits, reminding Hermione of a snake. Why again was she here?
"Bugger off, Granger. You're the reason my body was in two and I prefer if you leave before I call security." Hermione giggled at his threat.
"Silly, Draco. No one will come."
"Oh? Want to prove me wrong?"
"Go for it, but no one will come. How do you think I got in here? The nurses here hate your guts and so do the men in blue. So, get used to my company. I'm staying."
"You're very persistent."
"I came here for a reason."
"Because you felt sorry for my poor mangled shape and you caused? And your life would have been incomplete without selling yourself as a slave for a payment of the pain you inflected?"
"No, and hell no." Draco smirked, sending flames up Hermione's face. She was slowly forgetting that feeling in the pit of her stomach she had all the way here.
"It's okay, I'll be easy on you as a slave owner."
"I will not lower myself to your house elves, you git. And definitely not to apologize for anything I didn't do."
"What! You put me in the hospital!"
"You did that yourself."
"Oh, please, do explain. I'm going to love hearing how this is MY fault."
"Well, if you hadn't been such a egotistic pig and try to kick me out of the spa I was already in, then you wouldn't have had to be pounding on the door like a three year old and I wouldn't have lost my temper and accidentally interrupt you trying to sneak back into the spa I was ALREADY in. You could have gotten a new one, you know."
"That's hardly a reason."
"Maybe if you had tried to talk it out like an adult instead of like a Malfoy, then you wouldn't be in the current state you are. Case closed, I win."
"Wait a second! I do not act like child! You hear me! I DO NOT ACT LIKE A CHILD!"
"What's that I hear? A child yelling at me?"
"I am not! If anyone is a child, it's you!"
"My maturity is not the argument here!"
"If you can mock mine, I'm mocking you."
"How very child-like of you."
"Get out! Get out!" Hermione stood up and stomped her foot. Draco glared and rested back into his pillows. "Get out."
"I have something to inform you of, you worthless, self-absorbed, thumb-sucking baby! And I'm not leaving until you get it through your thick head that I have feelings for you!" She crossed her arms over her chest and waiting for a reaction.
"You… you…"
"I have no time for stuttering. This is serious."
"Get out! Get out! I can't handle this! I don't want you! You're nothing more than a desperate woman who's crusted over with bitterness! There's not a single thing about you I like or find attractive. You're just a Mudblood." Hermione lifted her chin and felt her eyes getting hot, but she wasn't going to cry. She was a grown woman, for pete's sake.
"Then I'm done here. I hope you have a good life, Malfoy. Because I know one thing is for certain, you will always be alone with your whores and hotel scandals. You think those girls love you? If you do, then I guess you're as pitiful as I tried not to believe. Goodbye, you sad excuse for human life."
Draco watched as Hermione spun on her heel and stomped out of his room. He hung his head, feeling remorse flood his lungs. He didn't mean what he said. He was confused and shocked at how forward she was. She wasn't afraid of him, and that scared him. He closed his eyes, she left the lingering smell of Lavender in his room. He realized how much he loved that smell.
Hermione slammed her car down shut and beat the steering wheel with her palms until they were red. She rested her forehead on the wheel and swallowed the lump in her throat. She was an idiot for what she did. It was the spa that made her think for even a second she was feeling towards him. Madam Moon was wrong. Hermione Granger was not meant for any man, especially Draco Malfoy.
She took a couple breaths and wiping the edges of her eyes. She put the car in drive and sped away. Unaware that Draco was watching her speed away from his life. He touched the glass of the window where her car had been. This wasn't easy. No perfumed bubble bath, or massage could cure this pain. Draco Malfoy just let the woman of his dreams drive away. He had a bad feeling he would need therapy again. Only a professional could erase his horrible regret and restore his ego. And of course, a ton of alcohol.
Author's Note: Nooooooo! not the last chapter.
