Chapter Four…. Running….
Hermione didn't know where to go, she knew she just couldn't stay with him for another second. She was so mad at him, 'who does he think he is yelling at me like that! He's the one that hurt me first what gives him any right to yell at me now!' She mused. She kept walking down the street, she knew just the bar to go to, she went there every time her past creped into her life. She turned and looked at the bar, it was another building that lied the street, But it didn't have a neon sign, that said open, and it didn't have a fancy name, she wasn't even sure it had a name.
The bouncer looked at her, he was suppose to check her ID to make sure she was drinking age approved. He just nodded and let her walk in, some muggles don't care about rules as long as you have cash, she learned this her first time here, when she was 17. She walked up to the bar and took a seat on a stool. It didn't take the bartender very long to get to her. When she first sat down he sent a smile her way, and it was returned by her own smile.
"What can I get for you Hermione?" The man asked, he had already started to pour her a shot of whiskey. She wasn't a stranger to this bar, It was her real first job when she came to this muggle town. She smiled at him again, but he knew something more was on her mind.
"Can I get a .50 Caliber…" He looked at her and nodded, most people didn't even know what that was and wouldn't drink it if they did, It's made by pouring the Jack Daniel's Tennessee whiskey, Jim Beam bourbon whiskey, dry gin and Absolut vodka into a highball glass half-filled with ice cubes. Add Squirt, and serve, She had told him to surprise her with a drink one night and this drink has been her favorite when she feels like shit. She knocked back her shot of whiskey as he made her, her real drink. He always said that the shot was just to get her started.
"So what's the story?" He asked as he put her drink on the counter. She dug in her purse for money. He put his hand on her shoulder, he just shook his head. "I'll put it on your tab." She nodded her head at him and took a deep breath.
"A guy from my past came back yesterday and today him and I got in a fight. I just don't know what to do." She said looking up at him, he gave her a sad smile, he then went to help another person as she drank more of her cocktail. Then a thought came to her… 'why am I running from him… He is in my house, he came back into my life, he has no right to scare me off, to bully me like he use to when we were in school… He has to learn that yes I ran away from the war but not because of him, I can stand up to him and Voldemort never scared me. I am not a monster, even if it was for good and my friends lives I can't kill!' Hermione finished her drink real fast and the bartender looked at her.
"Go finish the fight Hermione." He sent her a smile and she nodded and smiled back then turned away from him and walked out of the bar. She didn't know what she was going to say but she was letting out her fury, that has built up for 5 years and he was getting it all … tonight!
She knew that he never left her apartment, that would have mean she won and he gave up, but she knew better, she bet he was sitting in her living room with scotch and the book he was reading earlier. She knew him way to well to let him push her around like this. Why did she let him get under her skin like that. When she got to her staircase she took them two at a time, and wasn't fazed, not even a little. She slammed her door open and walked in, he looked up and met her gaze, he smiled but she didn't it just made her infuriated.
"I knew you would come back…" he went to say more but she never gave him a chance. She pointed her wand at the door and it slammed closed. She then pointed her wand at him, then her couch.
"Sit down and Shut up, It's my turn to talk." He nodded and sat putting his book down and picking up his drink. She then walked into her living room to face him and the glass busted in his hand. She knew she now had his attention.
"You know why I left and you used it against me, you used my fear against me twice! Once to get me away from my friends, Promising me we would never have to go into the war that we would RUN AWAY TOGETHER while you knew that wasn't true, YOU had no intention of ever going, then you have the nerve to come here, to MY place, come back into MY Life after You hurt me so bad, and then dare to use my fear against me again, I think not! And I can't believe that I didn't notice it earlier, you tricked me into loving you after I knew better. I hated you from the first time I ever met you! You were always so mean to me, even calling me the lowest name in the wizarding world… a MUDBLOOD! Then in our third year you got scared of me because I put My wand to your throat… and don't say you weren't you whimpered liked a hurt puppy… Harry and Ron saved you… But I got my punch and then for our sixth year… there was a change… and you then started saying opposites attract and that you fell for me… you said everything I wanted to hear… and you knew that but what I never got was that why a pureblood like yourself would let himself fall for a muggle born… but now it hit me, during the summer when you got your mark you met my real parents, you found out that I was a pureblood too. And everything changed because I wasn't just a smart mud blood/ bookworm. No, You thought I was way to smart, because I can say spells, really powerful spells in my head, not one word even lipped, and you weren't worried about Voldemort, you were worried about your own skin, you figured I could problem kill half of the death eaters and you knew I would make sure one of them was you! So you cozies up to me and found my biggest fear, actually having to kill people, people I knew, students, teachers and whoever else. So when it came, you made a plan with me so we could get away. But when we went to the grangers. You knew meeting my real parents wouldn't faze me, but that wasn't the reason I was taken there was it?" Draco couldn't believe this… He never figured he would see her ranting like this or at him… She stopped her pacing and sent him a look that made him think he was going to combust into flames. He was sure she would have loved to watch that.
"Yeah that's what I thought…" She smiled to herself for figuring this all out… just 6 years to late, she again began to pace, "That's why Snape came. You told Voldemort that you thought I was a danger. And he thought about it remembering that I was at Harry's side every year, and Snape sided with you that I was a bigger threat then Ron… But not as big of one as Dumbledore so you guys killed him first, you knew that I still went to help Harry and that it tore me up to find out that you had a hand in it… but you had warned me that there was something coming… something you couldn't explain and that was it. I left to find you after promising Harry. I just couldn't go to the fight and kill you, because I fell for you. So Snape was at the Grangers house to kill me. But instead he told me the truth about you, Snape knew how to hurt me, so instead of freeing my soul and killing my body, he killed my soul, I was like an empty shell for so long after finding out the truth. But because you told him my fear… my weakness he knew I would never go to that fight, he knew I could keep to our plan and just run away… and you knew it too…"She stopped and looked him straight in the eye, "So why are you here? And don't tell me because you love me or because you missed me… If that were true you would have been here right after the war ended 3 years ago. I knew you didn't go to Azkaban and I knew you weren't dead, I looked for that much information. But you stayed away because you figured the more I was in the muggle world then better the chance I would lose my grudge or since you knew I wouldn't be using my wand that much, you thought I would lose some of my smarts on all the spells and you hopped that I would lose the technique of saying them in my head… But Draco you thought wrong!" He sat there, he had no idea what to say to her. He came to find her to tell her that Mrs. Granger was sick, he had been asked to. He did still care about her deeply but he could see she wouldn't believe that…
"Hermione…" Draco started but Hermione stopped him. He could see she was close to tears. He stood up to move closer to her but she started for her room.
"Draco, just please go!" She asked as she slipped into her room closing her door. He heard the sob in her voice and he wanted to hold her in his arms. But he knew it was all his fault. He nodded to her request and got his stuff together, he made sure her blanket was folded and it and the pillow were back in the closet she got them out of. He wrote a quick note on a piece of parchment then he was gone as fast as he came.
A/N: I hope everyone liked this chapter… life has a way of helping a story… I was stuck (writer block) and then I had a run in with my resent ex and well I put all the anger I had at him into Hermione… so I hope her hear or read your feelings about it, Thank you!
