"Yes," he replied as he placed his hand behind her head and looked into her eyes.
"I can't," she stopped " and I won't do this."
His eyes were full of lust and slight anger. He stopped to take a deep breath as he took in her words. They had cut like
a knife, right through his heart. She always knew how to break his heart.
"and why is that?" He asked as he tried to control his anger. It grew progressively as he talked though.
"I couldn't do this to..."
"Harry," he finished for her.
"Yes," She said it with much more confidence than she had with her other words.
"Why is it that I still become surprised when you bring him up? Considering you bring him up every time I try to talk to
you!" His voice rose with ever word he said. He hated getting mad with her, but he hated hearing about Harry even
more. "Don't raise your voice to me , Malfoy!" she fought back "Your not mad at Harry !You're mad at me for loving him!"
"Well do you really think he loves you," he asked with nothing but spite in his voice. "How long has it been since you've
been here? A week or so and he still hasn't come to your rescue. Hmmm...I wonder if he's just savoring the few days
he has without you. Maybe with Fleur or Tonks?"
She couldn't take it anymore she slapped him as hard as she could. "Shut up! Just Shut up! Don't you dare talk of Harry
as if you know him!"
He grabbed her hand that just hit his face and her dangerously close to himself. "Don't ever do that again," he spat as
he pushed her off of him and stormed out of the room.
Normally Hermione would have cried if someone had treated her this way. But no, she was far too angry to give him the
privilege of making her cry.
Draco , too, was angry. He couldn't bear to sleep in that room that night. So instead he headed for his old room. The
one he had stayed in while she stayed with Potter.
'Ughh! Even the thought of the name infuriates me!' He stopped on his way to his room and changed his mind. He
decided to head for the Leaky Cauldron. If he was lucky he'd see some familiar faces.
He entered the pub mysteriously. He sat at a table in the back and ordered a Butterbeer. As he sipped on his drink he
looked around for that person. There was a good chance he wasn't there. But there was a chance he was.
He looked three times and it wasn't till the third time that he noticed a man with flaming red hair sitting in a corner. He
wasn't alone.
'Perfect,' Draco thought as he finished off the last of his Butterbeer.
He stood up and made sure his wand was in his pocket before walking from the shadow. He strutted towards their table
as he did so he slowly pulled off the hood of his cloak.
By the time he made it to the table both men had stood up and glared as Malfoy stopped in front of them.
"Good-day gentlemen," he said in a threatening tone.
"Malfoy," Harry spat out with disgust "What do you want?"
"Just wanted a chat," He said.
"And," Ron asked getting impatient.
"I was just coming to tell you, to stay away from Hermione. She's my wife and you have no rights near her."
"She doesn't love you Malfoy," Harry snapped "She never has and never will."
"Oh I think you have that wrong, because she does and always will. Potter you were just a friend, never a lover." Harry
pulled out his wand and was ready to attack at any moment.
"Put that away Potter, I didn't come for a duel. Just a warning."
And with that he disapparated from the pub and into the Manor Hallway.
Harry turned to Ron . "The Order better be ready tomorrow or we're leaving without them."
"Mate," Ron said logically "I know he gets to you, but you'll never get her back if he kills you. We'll wait until it's right. We don't need to be rash."
"Ron, do you know how hard it is for me to sleep at night, knowing that he is doing God only knows what to her!"
"I know," Ron said "But he have to be smart about this. Last time we got lucky with Gregory finding her so fast. It may not be that way this time. Plus there's Xavier, you know he won't want to come home. "
"Xavier, doesn't know what is good for him," Harry said "he thinks his father is a god. But his mother loves him and so do I."
"I know, mate," Ron said putting an arm over his friend's shoulder "Let's go back home."
"It's no home to me without Hermione."
... That night they all went to bed a little angry, a little sad, and a little lonely.
Hermione went to sleep thinking off what Draco had said. What was taking Harry so long? He did love her right. He always said he did. Of course there weren't other women. There couldn't be, could there? Draco's only angry because I don't love him, or do I.
Draco went to bed still angry at Harry. Hermione doesn't love him. He's not worth her love. She would give in sooner or later and realize that she did love him.
Harry went to bed alone once again. Her side of the bed still empty. He couldn't help but feel a little of jealousy towards Draco. He had Hermione to keep the other side of the bed warm. She didn't love Draco. She wouldn't have left Draco is she did.