A/N: Hei! I'm back! I missed you reviews, you know! Hmm...Blaise is getting handsome... Hahaha! Now, enough of my blabbering. Enjoy!
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Chapter 9: Not Hermione
"I was asked to take care of you for the day." Blaise looked up at Hermione and found her inches from his face. Hermione looked at him straight in the eye and before she knew it, she was leaning in for a kiss.
It was hesitant at first but Blaise kissed her back so she knelt on the floor to level with him. It became a fiery, passionate kiss in a few seconds. Both did not want to stop, neither wanted to gasp for breath.
"My, my, I see you're enjoying yourselves very much." Came a drawl from the door that was left open. Blaise froze. He hadn't heard that drawl for a very long time. Hermione, too, froze. There was a very loud buzzing inside her head. When they had the courage to look up, they saw Draco Malfoy leaning on the door frame, trademark smirk in place.
He pushed himself away from the door frame and started walking in the hallway in a very confident manner. His shoulders, square and lean, not a trace of weakness, sadness, or hurt in his movements. Blaise ran after him after a couple of seconds of putting himself together.
Draco was now on the third stair from the top of the staircase, whistling in a jolly fashion, like he didn't see his wife kissing his best friend. Blaise hurriedly ran after him and stopped at the top of the staircase.
"Draco," He called out.
"It's…"
"Not what you think!" Hermione shouted, holding onto the doorframe (her ankle still not cooperating). At that moment she thought of the time Draco scolded her for not taking care of herself. For not eating on time, and for working too hard on the baby's room even if the house elves did it already. He doesn't want her to carry anything that she buys from Diagon alley, he would always ask someone to deliver it to the Manor afterwards. She also remembered the time when she thought she will have the baby and informed him about it, he was having his breakfast then. He immediately carried her in his arms even though she can walk by herself.
While she was struggling to hold onto the doorframe, she thought Draco will come and prevent her from falling. Scold her, maybe, for hurting herself. And tell her that she is a silly girl, then flash her his sweetest, most romantic smile that Gilderoy Lockhart would envy. But nothing of the sort happened. Draco just looked at her from the stairs and smirked.
"Oh! Sorry, Granger. I thought you were playing hide and seek. So, what was it that you were doing again?" Dracop asked sarcastically. Hermione blushed at his comment.
"Mate, I was just bandaging her ankle," Blaise informed him.
"Oh, right." Draco said faking ignorance. He pretended to think, stroking his chin.
"With your tongues? That's a talent you have there Blaise. Better try it with Parvati or Lavender, won't you agree, Granger?" Draco asked smugly. Hermione felt a pang of jealousy strike her.
"Draco, please, understand." Hermione pleaded, tears forming in her eyes.
"Don't call me that, Granger," Draco said coldly.
"Draco, please, I'm sorry. I-"
"I said don't call me that!" Draco cut-in.
"I'd prefer if we go back to our last name terms, Granger." Still in his cold drawl, Draco said.
"Draco, I-"
"Blaise, take Ms. Granger to Lęnnerés Chateau in Spain." Draco ordered then descended the rest of the stairs. He didn't look back nor did he take a glance at Hermione who was now on the floor crying silently. You can hear tight sobs every now and then. Blaise recovered his senses and walked slowly to the disheveled Hermione.
Hermione looked up; her eyes were stained with tears.
"You best take a shower. Then will go to Lęnnerés Chateau." Blaise helped her get up and walked her into the shower. She lay down on the tub while Blaise waited outside the room.
"What have I done? Am I that stupid? Draco…he banished me fro this house. I will be away from my son." She took notice of the bathroom. The expensive bathroom. This is where she cried her heart out after waking up in Draco's bed. This is where it all started. And she didn't imagine it all to end here too.
She finished taking a bath after an hour. Taking a bath is very hard with a broken ankle and a broken heart.
'What broken heart? Remember what you told him last night? You DON'T have feelings for him!' Her mind reminded her. And she hated it for being such a pain. For once (or the second time) she didn't need logic or facts. What she needed is… Draco.
'Or Blaise, for that matter,'
She wore a light blue dress with a tube top and a powder yellow ribbon that wraps her waist and was tied at the back. She looked elegantly beautiful in the outfit. She also wore slip-ons for her feet in a faded blue color. Her russet curls were tide half up and half down in a lacy powder blue ribbon. All these were supplied by Draco while she was in her coma. He prepared everything everyday for her awakening.
She limply opened the door. She stuck her head out to look where Blaise is. He was nowhere in sight. She went out of the door and held onto the wall.
'Where could Blaise be?' She asked herself.
"Hermione," Someone said from behind her. And to no surprise, it was Blaise.
"Sorry. I think I should have waited for you in the hall." Blaise said sweetly, trying to remove the awkwardness of their situation. Hermione smiled at him.
"That's okay. I think we'd better go," She suggested. Blaise nodded at her. He helped her walk down the stairs.
"So, how are we going to Paris?" Hermione asked.
"By portkey. I don't want to ruin your beautiful dress with floo powder." He smiled as he said this. Hermione blushed. Then her thoughts came to a certain blonde.
'What could Lęnnerés Chateau look like? And it's in Spain. I just hope I can see Jayze every now and then.' Hermione thought.
Once outside the Manor, Blaise took out a jade stone from his pocket and tapped his wand on it. It glowed green glow and he held it out to her for her to touch.
"We'll wait for fifteen seconds," He informed her and held the stone with her.
3…2…1- Their in Lęnnerés Chateau.
"You don't understand Ginny! She's not Hermione!" Draco said, exasperated.
"What do you mean she's not Hermione? Of course she is." Ginny calmly said. They are in the Burrow, Jayze was in her arms playing with a miniature broom.
"Yeah, Draco, what do you mean by that?" Harry asked, seating beside his wife.
"I mean, she's not the mother of Jayze! If she's Hermione, she will not let me take Ginny as a babysitter because she can take care of Jayze by herself." Draco informed them throwing his arms about, making gestures.
"okay, so you're saying that she is not the old Hermione? Is that it?" Harry asked.
"Yes! Finally, you get it." Draco sighed in relief.
"But we can't do anything about it, can we?" Ginny asked.
"Pansy must know something. But if after that Hermione still chooses Blaise, I'll grant her a divorce,"
A/N: Sorry for the short chapter! Yes, you read right. They will have a divorce. IF Hermione doesn't cooperate, that is. Do you want that to happen? Well, just asking. Because if the devil inside me is released, i might just do it. Hahaha! Now, to prevent that from happening is to submit reviews that are long and heart warming. hehe. Thanks to strange-forever for telling me that. I am trying my best to stop making such mistakes.
Zarroc- hope i didn't break your heart with this chapter.
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