Chapter Three….. Please Explain….
Hermione buried herself into her work that day, when it was time for her to go home she forgot that Draco was there and pushed the memory and the conversation to the back of her mind. But it was quickly brought back to her attention when she dug threw her purse for her keys and came a crossed her wand. She was then thinking of how to deal with him.
Hermione took a deep breath before she opened her apartment door. She didn't know what she expected but she didn't expect Draco to be sitting on her couch reading a book. He looked up as she entered the living room, she sat down in her chair.
"Okay, so tell me one thing, Did Harry, Ron and Ginny live threw the final fight?" She hadn't kept up with the details but she knew the final fight had ended and Voldemort lost, but she wasn't sure if all of her friends survived, she figured that if they did and since they haven't contacted her yet meant they didn't care about her anymore, the thought of that made her sad.
"They all survived and last I heard Harry and Ginny got married." Draco said hoping that the new information would put a smile on her face… but it didn't it just made her more depressed since they didn't invite her to their wedding. Hermione then looked back at Draco.
"And the rest of the information?" Draco didn't know if she wanted facts about the war or about her family but he would give her both.
"Your parents survived the war and so did Snape. Hogwarts was opened back up, I believe they said that it is ran by McGonagall." Hermione nodded, she wasn't to happy to hear that Snape lived, she despised him for a long time, not only because he was a cruel teacher, a traitor and the killer of Dumbledore… but in her 4th year she had a one night stand with him and wasn't to happy that he just used her, but she never told anyone this, and neither did he, or so she thought.
"Well I'm glad to hear about McGonagall running Hogwarts, I might have to stop by and visitor her one day. But as the rest I see it as useless information." Hermione stood up and started towards the kitchen… But Draco chimed in.
"The night that you left 5 years ago, Snape told me why you hate him so much." He didn't know why he felt like he needed to put that out there but he did. Hermione stopped dead in her tracks and looked at Draco, wanting to know if he was telling the truth.
"Everyone knows why I hate him, but I guess I should hate you too. Since you were the one who was suppose to kill Dumbledore, he just did instead. I hate any and all death eaters, I just made the exception for you, which I wont do again!" She then continued her walk into her kitchen a poured her a glass of whiskey, He smiled at her back.
"Oh Hermione if that was the real reason, you know I wouldn't have said it. He told me what happened in our 4th year… and thank you, now that the war is over I am no longer a death eater." Draco watched her as she chugged her whiskey and then put her glass in the sink. She walked back into the living room, it was clear to see she was trying to think, to make up some excuse or even better a lie, but she knew Draco wouldn't believe it. She settled with fact.
"Was Snape trying to piss you off at me? Had to tell my dirty little secret and it's no shame on me, he's the adult who should have known better. And the fight ended 3 years ago, you just now came to find me… and because of my fake mom's health problem, wow don't I feel loved." She said, then she walked to her bedroom she didn't want him to see the hurt look on her face, the night she left she thought if he cared about her once his serves were done he would come looking for her… maybe she was wrong and he didn't care.
"Hermione, you know that I would have come sooner. But I had to lie low for awhile, and then finding you wasn't a piece of cake." he had gotten up in a hurry to fallow her into her bed room. She tried to show no emotion and she pulled out clothes to change, she just looked at him as he sat on the edge of her bed. She then grabbed her clothes and walked into the bathroom and locked the door.
"Hermione, did you feel like you had no wizarding friends left? Is that what all this hate is? Because you know that's not true. No one blames you for not being at the fight, you just couldn't choose over your friends or the one you love." she looked in the mirror as he was talking and pulled her energy together, she didn't know if he was trying to hurt her but he was.
"Loved, the one I loved not love. And its not that I couldn't choose, I just didn't want to be the one to kill you, Snape and my real parents… but maybe I should have since the 4 of you are still alive." she said as she opened the bath room door and walked out. Her words had cut him deep but he showed no sign. If she wanted to play the hurtful game he would.
"Oh yeah, well I guess your 'friends' don't see it that way since you haven't talked to any of them in what 4-5 years now… and don't tell me I'm wrong. You choose to run while everyone else choose to fight. You hid while the people you cared most about could have died. So don't play oh pity me!" His words felt like a knife was just stuck in her pack and she then left her room. He fallowed her into the living room both in silence when she grabbed her purse, he noticed that she was in regular clothes. She walked to the door and when she opened it, his words rang in her ears…
"So you are going to run again. Well this time I wont leave you Hermione, but I can't say I'll wait forever either. It's time you faced you past. It's not so bad!" she just turned to look at him but it wasn't hurt in her eyes, it was hate, and he knew the hate was towards him.
"I never asked you to wait for me, last night I told you that you could stay for one night, when I get back I expect you to be gone!" She then closed the door and walked off.
A/N: sorry for the misspell on Voldemort's name in the second chapter… well I hope you all liked!
