MY LAST NAME
Chapter 15
Draco had to stop walking to catch his breath. His chest tightened once again and there was a high pitched ringing sound piercing his ear drums. He gasped and sat down on a bench that was near him. He'd gone out to buy a few ingredients for dinner, and he was rushing to get back as it had started raining. He cursed under his breath as his chest started to slowly release itself. He stood up, muttered 'you're a bloody idiot Malfoy' and was on his way back to Hermione's flat.
He walked in, drenched. He slung her keys on the side and stormed into the kitchen. Hermione had music playing loudly, and was dancing around the kitchen, wearing her light pink apron once again. She noticed Draco and flicked her wand stopping the music.
"Gods, what happened to you?" She walked over to him and shoved a carrot stick into his mouth.
"It bloody rained, that's what happened to me" he bit the carrot stick and held the rest in his hand. He walked over and placed the shopping on the side. Before peeling off his coat and hanging it near the fire. He quickly got dressed and rubbed his chest, it still seemed tight but he decided to shrug it off. He walked back into the kitchen to see Hermione rooting through the bags.
"Did you get cream?" A muffled voice sounded from the bags. Draco's hand dived in and brought it straight up.
"Here" he smiled at her as she took it from her.
They stood and cooked chicken in a creamy sauce with scalloped potatoes together. It was the happiest they'd ever been. The music was playing loudly, and Draco even spun her around to dance, before the potatoes started to boil over. After they'd eaten, Hermione quickly threw everything into the sink before they both shared a tub of ice cream snuggled up on the sofa. Snowball lay, washing her paws as they both sat and talked about nonsense.
"I can't believe how much ice cream I've eaten."
"Neither can I"
Slap. "You are such a prat." Hermione laughed and so did Draco. He intertwined their fingers and looked her deep in the eyes.
"I love you, Hermione."
Hermione gasped slightly, she still wasn't used to hearing it.
"I love you too." They sat in silence for a moment. All that could be heard was the ticking of the clock, and the crackling of the fire. Hermione stood up and placed the empty ice cream tub in the kitchen then came back. She stood opposite him, then slowly climbed onto his lap, each leg either side of him. He looked up at her, his heart racing. She reached down and kissed him softly. He placed his hands gently onto her hips, and their kisses soon turned to eager passion.
He pulled off her shirt, over her head, as she pushed herself further into him. He flung her onto the sofa and climbed on top of her, pushing her skirt up and out of the way. Their breaths were heavy, eyes slightly wild. He admired her perfectly sculptured figure before she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him into her. She clawed at his back, and moaned in a state of ecstasy. He wrapped his arms around her, kissing and sucking her neck, leaving delicate kisses everywhere he could reach. She dragged her nails down his back under his shirt that she chad unbuttoned to admire his perfectly defined torso. He pounded into her, dangerously hard, grabbing her by the wrists and pinning them above her, his nails starting to dig into her skin.
A few moments later, they both laid there, in silence again, their breaths heavy. Draco sat up and helped Hermione. Her knees were weak, and so he laughed as she scowled, then effortlessly picked her up in his arms. He walked through into her bedroom and threw her down onto the bed.
"Draco!" She screamed, laughing. He jumped on after her and admired her in the moonlight.
"You are so effortlessly beautiful" he felt her cheeks, they were red, and hot. Both of their bodies emitted heat.
"And you are effortlessly handsome" she brushed strands of hair out of his face.
"Oh I know, no need to tell me that."
She laughed, all her worries gone. He jumped up out of bed and pulled off the remaining clothes he had, and climbed back into bed, Hermione did the same and cosied up into his chest.
"Tonight has been perfect Draco, thank you"
"Every moment I spend with you is perfect, Miss Granger"
She smiled, love filling her entire being. They soon dozed off into a peaceful sleep.
The rain pounded loudly against the window, waking Draco up in panic. He sat up and let his eyes adjust, realising where he was. Hi sighed and leant back against the head board. He stared outside the window, thinking of everything that had happened that evening. He felt like he had to put things right with Harry, and Ron, but didn't know how to go about it. He crawled out of bed silently, as to not wake up Hermione. He tiptoed into the snug and browsed Hermione's book collection before pulling out some muggle author he had never heard of. He sat down flicking the page open, and started to read.
Dawn soon broke and sunlight shortly after awoke Draco. His eyes flickered open as he laid on the couch, his book laid open on his chest. He sat up and rubbed his eyes, placing the book on the coffee table. He stretched standing up and checked the time; 5:30am. He frowned and walked outside into the cold, crisp November air, wrapping his arms around hisself to try and keep warm, he then disapparated, and arrived at his house. He briskly walked in and past his servants who seemed to be caught off guard.
After he'd showered and changed, he grabbed a slice of toast and then headed outside again. The cold air hit him again, as his chest threatened to tighten. The tall blonde tightened his scarf and took a deep breath.
He apparated again outside The Burrows, standing still for a moment, taking in what exactly he was doing before shaking his head. He laughed sparking up a cigarette, taking two long drags, before his nerves started to calm. After he finished his fag, he threw it into a small puddle and then marched up to the front door, slamming his fist upon it.
A startled, and tired looking Mrs Weasley opened the door. Surprise struck into her eyes and her hand lingered above her want which was tucked into her apron.
"Morning, Mrs Weasley" Draco dipped his head in polite acknowledgement. Her eyes narrowed as she opened the door a little further.
"Morning." Her words were sharp, cold. Draco took a deep breath.
"I'm hear to speak with your son, Ronald, if that's at all possible?"
"Why do you need to speak to him?" Her voice was quiet, yet intimidating.
"We have some business to settle, I guess I owe him an apology. May I?" He beckoned to be let in. She stood there, examining him for a moment before taking a breath, and stepping aside.
"I'll go fetch him." She started to walk out of the room before she stopped to turn and look at him, "don't stay too long, and don't cause no trouble unless you want to be hexed the hell out of England." She stood for a moment, then stormed off.
Draco's fingers soon clamped into fists. The leather of his gloves grinding and squeaking as he did so. He was so scared, he didn't want to fuck this up.
Ron's heavy footsteps were soon heard, as he barged downstairs and through the door, wearing nothing but a pair of pyjama bottoms. Obviously in his urge to get down, he hadn't bothered getting dressed. He held his was firmly in his hand.
"What the hell do you want?" He stood a substantial distance away from the tall blonde.
"I'm here to say sorry, Weasley" Draco mumbled.
"What the - ?" Ron's voice was distant.
"I've been nothing but a pompous, arrogant prat to you, and your friends, for the past however many years" he rubbed his brow as Ron interrupted
"It's more the fact that you let Death Eaters into our fucking school" he laughed "that's why I'm pissed off."
"And I can't be more sorry, okay? I made a huge mistake, a fucking Goliath, but I can't change that, but what I do want to change, is the fact that you and Harry obviously downright hate me. And rightly so" he trailed off. Ron stood, not changing his facial expression.
"Quite frankly, I'm shitting myself." He laughed nervously "it's taken some real bollocks to come into your home, and apologise. Surely that shows you how much I care for Hermione?" Draco's eyes were sympathetic. Ron's were still hard and full of anger.
"Why Hermione?" Ron asked abruptly. "Why bring her into this? When you're just going to end up breaking her fucking heart" his voice broke a little.
"I'm never going to hurt her in any way Weasley, she is everything to me now which is exactly why I'm stood in your kitchen right now." His heart ached, all he wanted, was for her to be as happy as possible.
"I still fucking love her, Malfoy, and you've taken her away from me" his face scrunched up with heartbreak. He collapsed down onto a kitchen chair, and slouched over his lap, resting his arms on his knees.
"I know she still loves you too" he walked over tentatively "she's been so down and upset since you turned up at her flat.." it didn't feel right, he didn't want to comfort him but he felt like he had no choice.
"Just shut the fuck up Malfoy, sympathy doesn't sound right coming from you." he mumbled. Ron knew Hermione loved him,but not enough to continue their relationship. He knew that it'd be too much for her, and he didn't want to put her through that again. What puzzled him was why the hell she chose the white haired ferret stood in front of him.
Draco stood still, waiting for Ron to come back around. He then suddenly stood up and pointed his wand right into Draco's neck, digging the tip into the space between two of his major tendons. Draco's heart was beating uncontrollably.
Ron was in his face, his voice low, intimidating. "If you, lay one finger on her or hurt her in anyway, I will end you. And I will take pride in doing so." He pointed it further in, causing Draco to wince. "I swear to god Ferret I will make you wish that you had never been fucking born."
"I won't, I swear on my mothers life." He spluttered. Ron stared deep into his eyes before he drew back his wand, leaving a red mark where it had been.
Draco rubbed it, feeling the indent; it was tender.
Ron paced and then held out his hand.
"For Hermione's sake." His face was still screwed up in disgust. Draco grasped his hand and shook it firmly.
"For Hermione's sake."