MY LAST NAME

Chapter 13

Draco sat up at his desk. He was trying to sort through all his paperwork for the mansion, and it was driving him insane. Plus, he'd all of a sudden decided that he hated the decor in his house, and had hired a group of people to come in and fix it, so half of the damned house was out of bounds.

He was sat in his study, the fire blazing, a pot of tea by his side. He wore a loosely fitting grey long sleeved top and jeans. He read through some more papers before calling it a day. He stood up from his desk and walked over to the fire. He missed Hermione dreadfully. But had promised to stay out of the way whilst they wrapped up the academic year. She was awfully busy, and didn't want to intrude and distract her.

He rubbed his face and walked over to his book case. He quickly flicked through before finding a book on Ireland. It was a thick leather bound book, and had had it's fair share or wear and tare. He slowly walked back over to his arm chair and sat down, opening the first page.

Hermione was exhausted. She had ran from pillar to post making sure everything was in place for their Christmas break. It was also her last day in her old office, as she had been promoted to head of English, she got a new one at the start of the next term.

She carried a box full of all the items that had been sat on her desk in one arm, and Draco's flowers in the other. She shuffled through the university's long and winding corridors; they were empty and eery. There were a few Christmas decorations round and about, and distant Christmas carols playing which didn't help the eery feeling.

"Why couldn't my new office be closer" she mumbled to herself, her arms becoming tired. Her voice choked around then halls, bouncing off the high ceilings and empty rooms. She finally reached it and walked in. Moving men had already laid out all her furniture and books, so it didn't look completely bare. She walked further in and placed her flowers neatly on her desk. She admired them for a moment, before placing down her box of trinkets.

The room was cold, and not very welcoming. She made a mental note and decided she would buy some art to display on the walls, to try and make the room look a little more inviting.

"Knock knock" she turned around to see a man stood at her door smiling. He was tall, and wore a well fitted suit. He looked a little older than her, 26, maybe 27. He had thick black hair, loosely waxed back.

"How may I help you?" Hermione walked closer to him with a welcoming smile.

"I've just come to see if you're liking your new office" he walked further into the room, admiring the high ceiling and large open windows.

"Well it's rather large" she laughed "but I'm sure I'll be able to make it my own soon enough." She folded her arms and faced him.

"Please! I haven't introduced myself, the name is Vincent, Vincent Farin." He held out his hand and shook Hermione's gently.

"I am lead coordinator, and examiner. I was the one that nominated you for the job"

"Oh! Well I cannot thank you enough for this opportunity" she thanked him.

"No worries, I'm sure you'll do just great" he flashed her a wink, which made Hermione uncomfortable. "Anyways, if you need anything give us a shout." He walked towards the door.

"It was a pleasure to meet you, Miss Granger." He smiled and walked out before Hermione could say anything back.

It was dark again, cold, he could feel his blood slowing down around his body. It was a deadly silence, he couldn't move and there was no way out of what was about to happen. His Dark Mark burnt on his arm, like someone was sticking a read hot iron on it. He screamed but couldn't hear anything except the sound of Voldemort's laughter. He woke up, sweating and pale. He rushed over to his bathroom once again, to puke up the insides of his stomach. Soon after he stopped, he sat and weeped. He hated himself, he hated himself for not being strong enough to keep Voldemort away. He punched the wall, and bruised his hand rather badly. He sat at the toilet, he didn't want to move. He feared his chest would tighten again if he wasn't careful. An hour passed, and he couldn't take it.

He apparated inside Hermione's house, his skin pale and almost translucent. He walked into Hermione's bedroom, and saw her in a dreamless sleep. She was stunning, beneath the moonlight, her skin glowed. He kneeled down at the side of her bed and gently woke her up. She sat up, surprised and concerned.

"Is everything alright, Draco?" Her voice a concerned whisper. Draco looked down, his eyes stung from lack of sleep.

"He won't leave me Hermione" Draco's voice was hoarse. Hermione waited a moment, and then got out of bed. She fetched him a glass of water and helped him into her bed. She looked at his eyes; vacant.

"Shh now, I'm here, it's okay" she wrapped her arms around him and cradled him. Her scent was beautiful, he loved every inch of her. How could someone be so perfect, be his? He sat up and placed his lips on hers. He roughly grabbed fistfuls of her hair, and pinned her down, below him. She gasped and clawed at her back as his hands moved tentatively up and down her body. He kissed along her jawline and down her neck. His hands moved, and clamped down her wrists, he wanted her. He wanted her to make it all go away. And that is exactly what she did.

Well, for a moment anyway.

A/N To the most recent review by 'guest' :

Number one, it's a bit of fun, if you don't like it, don't read it.

Number two, I have an A Level in English Literature and an AS in English Language (both A grades). If there are any mistakes it's probably just a typo as I usually write at 2am because I'm busy during the day.

Number three, you spelled grammar wrong, so irony at its finest eh!

Much love x

I'm sorry the chapters are a little sparse at the moment, I've been so busy and I'm kinda writing in clumps. :-(

The next chapter will be better, but may be a few days coming :-)

Thanks a lot guys. X