That. Hideous. Pig.
I am awfully mad right now. Not only did Draco Malfoy not listen, he's also not paying attention to anything I'm trying to get across here. The only place he's focusing is on the floor, where his two bloody feet are. How monstrously obnoxious!
I feel like shit. A piece of crap. He didn't even look at me. I mean, wasn't he surprised that his former ex-best-friend showed up like that in front of him after ten years? Doesn't he even care? Oh, why do I even care? His memories, everything, is a whirlwind blur. I can only recall the last day of school when he said those disgusting and hated words.
"I hate you."
And with that, he ran away from me as fast as he can, and never looked back.
I opened my door as the doorbell rang, my mind running frantically through the plans for this evening. I can't think, for the image of Draco Malfoy smiling with those cold eyes and that sneer of his keep playing in my brain. "Shit, the dinner with Harry is tonight!" I curse, blaming that Slytherin for the cause of my misery. I was still dressed in my pink bathrobes with my hair dangling carefully down my shoulders.
I run my right hand on the knob, pulling the door so that it reveals a tiny crease. "Harry I'm so sor—"
"Hi Hermione," A man dressed in a plain t-shirt and ripped jeans said carefully. I don't believe this. I do NOT believe this. No, I refuse to believe this.
"…Draco Malfoy?" my voice gave away my awe.
He raised his eyebrow, his smirk breaking his smile. "What's up?"
What's up? WHAT'S UP! How dare he ask me WHAT'S UP in ALL these years of abandonment and confusion that he's left me with? Awfully mad, I slam the door in his dead pale face, my heart thumping loudly, my hand on the knob. Against my wooden door in my tiny, hideous apartment, I sighed loudly. Fucking Draco Malfoy. Ruining my evening with Harry.
A series of knocking came again, awakening me. I turn around frantically, grabbed the doorknob, and cursed in his face. "Fuck you, Draco Malfoy! Don't you ever dare coming up my stairs asking me 'What's up'!" I did a slight imitation of his stupid voice. "Get the fuck out of my miserable life!" I screamed at the top of my voice.
"Hermione? Hermione, are you alright?" A familiar voice asked questionably. "Draco Malfoy was up at your apartment?"
I look up. "Harry? Since when did you get here?" Oh shit oh shit oh shit.
Harry Potter pushed the crease of the door, and walked in without saying anything. "Draco Malfoy was here? After all these years?"
His expression was a blend of sympathy, nervousness, anxiety, and anticipation.
"…Yes." I answer in a quiet voice. "And I'm so sorry, I forgot about La Chantelle tonight. I will go get dressed immediately."
Harry didn't say a thing. He only moved closer to me. Then, without any notice, he placed his hand on my cheeks, leaned in, and kissed me passionately. My eyes widened, but I gave in to him, and drowned. I place my arms around him, and then subconsciously closed my eyes.
He pulled away almost as quickly. "Hermione, let's get you dressed, and let's go to that La Chantelle, right?" He smiled charmingly. Harry always makes me feel loads better. His gentle green eyes pressed into my own. He makes my world light up like that.
Hold on. Pause. Wait a second. Draco Malfoy just left like that? After I fucking slammed the door in his bloody face he just walked away? UNBELIEVABLE. Unbelievable. That cow!
"Hermione? Hermione, stay with me," Harry said in a hushed tone, waving his two hands in front of my face. "Oh, oh," my eyes started tracing his hands busily, "oh, I'm sorry, did I space out?"
"Uh-huh."
My face flushes in embarrassment. How can I let Draco ruin my night with Harry? I'm such an idiot. "I'll be ready in a second," I say apologetically. Harry nodded, and made himself comfortable on my couch. I walk into my closet and flipped through my clothes. What would be a good outfit to wear? La Chantelle is after all, a wonderful place with top-class people there. I decided my black velvet dress with a ruffle on the bottom is the best way to go. After about ten minutes, I came out of my room, looking absolutely fabulous. "Ahem." I cleared my throat, my hand resting on my bare neck.
Harry turned around from watching quidditch on my television. His eyes widened, and his smile, drenched in charm, made me feel all warm and fuzzily inside. "I must be God," he started, with me looking very confused, "because I'm staring at an angel."
My eyes widen, then my lip curled upward subconsciously. Awww, that's so adorable. "Thank you, Harry," I smile, and made myself comfortable next to him. Then he put his arm around me, pulling my face closer to his. "Before we go, I have something to give to you." He said gently. I look up, finding the trusting eyes that always guided me everywhere. "Yes?"
Harry smiled, then pushed his hands into his pocket, and took out a black box. It wasn't a normal-looking box, but one of those lavish velvet gift boxes that always seemed to contain something wonderful inside. He retrieved his arm that was wrapped around me, and held one hand on the bottom, another opening it. Inside, (I gave a curious look), was the most stunning diamond necklace that I had everseen. It was tiny little diamonds woven into a silver string, with a large diamond dangling in the center from another string of tiny diamonds. I gasp in awe. That thing must have cost him a fortune.
He must have noticed my reaction, for, he smiled, turned me around, and put it on for me. I feel like a million bucks.
"I love you, 'Mione." He said in a gentle voice, after turning me around to gaze his eyes.
I pull his face closer to mine, and he kisses my neck gently. "I love you, too."
That evening was absolutely fantastic. The people at La Chantelle were darlings, for they made sure that I enjoyed everything from that quartet playing "Love Story" for me to my fabulous meal completed with roasted lobster. When Harry brought me home and kissed me good night, I felt completely and utterly in love with him. As I watched him walk down the stairs, I couldn't help but sigh dreamily.
"Lovely evening?" A voice said suddenly. I almost jumped out of my shoes. Funny, I don't have a roommate. Turning around, I shriek.
Draco Malfoy was sitting with his legs crossed in my bar in the kitchen, his hand wrapped around a glass of champagne. "What the hell are you doing here?" I questioned.
He shrugged. "I saw Harry coming, so I hid on the other side of the building until you left. Then I broke open your window, and crawled in. I've been waiting for four hours, Hermione, where the hell have you been?"
I stare. Then I shift my gaze toward the window. It was open, like it has been opened for many hours. "Never mind, I already know where you were. You and Harry look imitate." He said with a flick of annoyance in his voice, or maybe I heard wrong. Can't blame him. Draco and Harry have never been, exactly…friendly, ever.
"I could have you arrested for breaking and entering," I barked.
Draco Malfoy raised his eyebrow. Then he chuckled lightly. "You can. But the question is, would you?"
Yes. Yes. Yes, I indeed very much would.
…
Fine, he got me. I would not have Draco Malfoy arrested even if he killed someone. I stand here, my body frozen, my eyes focused on his shadow. He looked around my apartment, amusement rising in his eyes. "Your apartment's hideous. And small." He added.
My hand formed a fist, clenching anger.
"But I guess it's not small enough to keep all those pictures and letters we sent each other, huh?" He asked, looking right in my eye.
"… How dare you go through my things?" I demanded.
"Come on, give me a break. You kept me waiting for four hours. I was bored!" He exclaimed. "But I was rather happy you kept my things."
I look away. "I kept them to remind me of how much I hate you."
"Oh." He looked hurt, suddenly. Shit, now I feel bad. "Well, I guess it's my fault. I'd better be going." He put down the glass of champagne, took his coat from next to him, and made his way to the door. "Nice necklace," he commented, "I'm glad you're happy."
I stare. My hand reached subconsciously to cover my necklace, my face red with embarrassment. "I'm sorry I disturbed you. I guess us meeting each other probably ruined your romantic night with Harry."
Well...
"I guess I'll be going. And let's just try to work together, okay? I'd rather we have a good business relationship, even if we don't have a nice personal one." His hand turned the doorknob. The door flung open, and he walked away.
"Wait!" I call after. Draco stopped dead in his tracks, and turned to face me. I see a smile, yes, a real smile, curling up on his face. I haven't seen that in ten years. "Why are you here? Do you have something you wanted to tell me?"
He smiled again, turned, and walked away. I could see his shadow staggering on the white walls, but soon, they disappeared. I closed my door in confusion, and walked toward my living room. I see some odd shape resting quietly on my dinner table. I turn on the lights, and walked curiously toward that direction.
Roses. A bouquet of roses wrapped by glittery transparent wrappings with a blood red ribbon lay there. My favorite flower.
a.n. ok, i'm not going to update if people keep putting this story on their alerts/favorites without reviewing. in fact this is just a test to see if i should keep this account or not. And no, i did not steal this story. The story posted somewhere else is also my account, and i was just experimenting with this fic. please review. if not, this story is most likely going to be abandoned.