Heehee, yesterday i had a funnyfun dance w/dancing and eating. YUM! teehee, glad i have time to update, didnt think i would. but...i really like this story! PLEASE, IF YOU ARE READING THIS WHEN YOU FINISH READING MY NEW CHAPPIE, REVIEW! i wanna kno if i should keep up with it, change something, or just tell me if you like it! all reviews accepted!
Malfoy cleared his throat, eying the crying Hermione with unhidden concern. He loved her, he could not imagine life without her...but he had to suffer through meaningless years as her enemy. He wanted to be her ally, her lover.
"That was a long time ago." He said sympathetically, not surprised when she replied with a string of curses (as in swears) and choked sobs.
"You betrayed me...all of us! I trusted you more than ANYONE and you left me?" She screamed bitterly, crawling to her feet, her eyes still red and sore. Malfoy was many things, angry, passionate, quick-tempered, but he was never speechless. Only she was able to bring this less-than-affiable trait out in him.
"I loved you more than I could ever love anyone, but you just...selfish!" She shouted, hurting Malfoy with her use of past tense. He refused to be bested by a weak, frail, hysterical witch.
"You could have joined me...you still can!" He explained, though by the look of fiery contempt in her eyes he knew that she would rather swallow a bottle of SkeleGro than even consider such an offer.
"It was about power, it always is! I did not want either of us to die. No one else matters. My allegiances are with the Dark Lord now, not with that Muggle loving fool and his protege." He snapped after seeing the seething hatred boiling inside Hermione. She scoffed at the comment.
"'Muggle loving?' You claimed to love me, and I am a Muggleborn, always have been and always will be! Your hatred for Dumbledore and Muggles is unfounded. You are a scared little boy who only cares about himself." She sneered, throwing all of the ammunition she could afford at him. She felt as though a great weight had been lifted off of her shoulders. She longed to tell him this for years, but she was still dissatisfied.
In the blink of an eye he was inches away from her, clutching her forearm tightly and pressing her against the stone wall. "I remember when I used to feel something when you touched me." She remembered aloud, masking her fear with anger and contempt.
"Now all I feel is nauseous. You allowed yourself to become what we had hated for so long, what we fought against, what we were trying to protect Harry fro..." He would not allow her to finish.
"Potter? Why is everything about HIM with you, with everyone? What's so wonderful about him? I know how he felt...feels about you. Even when we were together, I saw how he looked at you! After you disowned me" He began, looking disgusted at the word. "I saw him hanging around you, trying to get you to see him in a different way. How quickly you move on." Hermione could not take this and, with flourish, she shoved him away from her, a look of utter repulse replacing her rage.
"You watched me? Oh, you are sick, Malfoy!" She shouted, the tears slowly and her voice quivering significantly.
"And how dare you assume that I moved on quickly, you little maggot! I died that day, I lost the one thing that kept me believing continuously. Your loyalty, your love?"
Malfoy shook his head continually, narrowing his eyes, his nostrils flaring. "You could never lose my love, no matter what happened. No matter who got in between us. I will always love you." She sneered, pacing the room anxiously, annoyed with his pleading.
"If you claim to love me so much, why won't you just let me go?" She almost begged, not understanding how selfish he could be.
"I cannot let you go so easily." He responded simply.
"I don't want you anymore!"
"That's not why. The world is a different place. You wouldn't survive for a day out there with all of the battles waging everywhere."
"Not if I went to Harry." She replied quietly, looking at the look of anger and disgust growing steadily on his face, along with the color of red rushing to his face.
"No." He snapped angrily, his eyes narrowing, their cold aloofness replaced by venomous jealousy.
"I refuse to let you be his." He hissed, his voice slow and filled with rage that she feared that he would hurt her.
"I'm not yours, and I'm not his." She snapped, never braking eye contact.
"Really?" He asked, though there was no inquisitiveness in his tone or nature. Before she could stop him he was pressed up against her again, his chest pressed onto hers. Almost viciously he dove into her, parting her lips with his tongue, examining her mouth carefully, delighting in the ability to kiss her once more.
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