Chapter Three: Dreams are meant to come true
" Do you want me Miss. Smith?" A cold voice asked.
Guinevere shook her head, no she couldn't want. Who exactly was he?" I will never want you."
The voice chuckled, and than she heard footsteps. They were in a dark room where she couldn't see a thing, but she did feel the hot breath against her left ear." So you say Guin, but our hearts know the truth. You will surrender to me."
" Surrender," She whispered, feeling a tears run down her cheek." you don't love Draco. I can't love somebody like you."
She could feel arms wrapped around her waist and silvers eyes turned to her." Who said anything about love. Don't you get it Guinevere, I want to feel you, not love you. Your right, I will never love. I'm a veela who heart doesn't want to settle. Believe me darling, this isn't about love."
Guinevere nodded, pushing him away." If that is true than stay the hell away from me."
End Of Dream
Guinevere awoke with tears running down her cheek. No more .. it was time to leave now. She had been in love once with Blaise Zabini. She couldn't be hurt again, her heart couldn't' take it. It was her seventh year at Hogwarts when they dated. Blaise had been crying to her when she was Harry. He didn't want to be a death eater, but yet his parents were forcing him to be one. That's when the truth came out in the final battle, the day he turned and attempted to kill Harry. Instead, Harry ended up killing him.
" No more .." She whispered, getting up to put some cloths on.
Walking quickly out the hotel door, she felt Vulnerable in the darkness. The pool water was glistering in the lights that hung above and around it. But that's not what made her look over there. Guinevere stopped when she saw Draco lounging on a long chair comfortably.
" Care to join me Guinevere?" He asked, turning his head to give her a smirk.
Guinevere pouted mentally, did he have a tracking device on her? Walking stiffly over to the pool, she sat down on the long chair next to him." How are things Draco?"
Silver eyes brightened with amusement." I had a feeling you would try to leave after our little ... moment."
Guinevere chuckled nervously. She didn't want to talk about this." Uh .. I was just going to a friends."
" A friend?" The blond questioned, turning to give her a sharp look. For some odd twisted reason this turned her own. Those freaking eyes were melting her shield slowly!
" Yes a friend, is there a problem?"
" No, actually that's not the problem. I really don't understand you Guinevere Smith. You didn't make any phone calls at all since you been here. Do you have any close friends or family?" He asked.
Guinevere turned her head, tears in her eyes. Not again .." No, I'm and orphan. My parent's died when I was young," Why was she telling him this? She asked herself." As for friends, yes I do have some, but they are to busy with their own lives."
" So you just break off all contact with them?" He pushed on, leaning up to look her in the eyes. By now some strange emotion was glistering in his eyes.
This was just getting to personal." I think this is getting to personal. I have reasons Mr. Malfoy. By the way, where are your friends?
Draco sat up , brushing off his pants." My friends have all went to hell."
Guinevere laughed shakily." What do you mean?" Knowing exactly what he meant, but it was interesting to hear his side of the war.
" They did bad things and paying for it in the end," He explained, turning to give her a look." but I chose to do the right thing and here I am now. Are you satisfied with that answer Guin?"
Emerald eyes turned to stare at the water." Yes, I think I am. While were playing 21 questions, can I ask you something?" At his nod she continued." What's with the I cannot love a soul thing?"
The ice prince smirked, his eyes traveling up to meet hers." It's a wonder you asked," relaxing back he gave a helpless laugh." every since I was younger my mom told me that I could never love. Why do you think people call me the forbidden fruit. I can never love anyone because I'm the type of veela who heart is so confused it never settles. Everyday when I see a beautiful woman walking the streets I feel like this woman is my mate, but I'm wrong the next day after I sleep with her. That's why I'm so forbidden .. you shouldn't fall in love with me because it will only hurt you in the end. I never love .."
" Are you sure about that?" She asked.
Draco smirked, standing up." Yes, unless somebody can convince me otherwise."
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Guinevere got up weakly, almost managing to fall out the bed on her way to the door. Draco had said that she could stay at his hotel as long as she wanted .. no modeling or anything, but there was always a catch. She did explain to him that people were looking for her and he completely understood, but like she said before .. there was always a catch.
So who the heck was at her door?
Peeking out the door hole she saw a short balled man waiting patiently. He didn't seem like much of a threat so she opened the door.
" Miss. Smith, how are you?" He asked, yes he was defiantly a butler.
Guinevere smiled." I'm doing fine and yourself?"
The man laughed, pulling out a letter with a red seal." Great! Anyway, I was told to deliver this letter to you personally. A woman by the name of Pansy Parkinson gave it to me."
" Pansy," She smiled," Alright, thank you."
" No problem."
What the heck did Parkinson want? Opening the letter she quickly scanned over it.
Dear Miss. Smith
I see my warnings did not bother you Smith .. Rest a sure that they will come true and you will be hurt.
Will .. that's not why I'm writing to you. I have a proposition for you, a very important one at that. Narcissa, his mother, wants Draco to visit the manor tomorrow for a little vacation. God only knows the last time Draco took a rest from his business. Unfortunately Narcissa and I aren't real close. Dray has to bring a woman home to his mother in order for her not to be disappointed in him. I have already told Draco you said you would go at his girlfriend.
P.S Draco will be waiting for you tomorrow 9:00 Am. And did I ever mention that Narcissa is real possessive of her ' little' boy ..
Sincerely
Pansy Parkinson
Guinevere dropped the letter in shock ... That B.T.C.H!
