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Ok so this is A Bitter Kiss chapter 2! This story is going to be about four chapters! I wrote it because i haven't been on fanfiction for a while and i wanted to write something else to get back into the swing of things before finishing M'anam Chara! I haven't forgotten about it. I've just had a lot to deal with at school and everything. I'm halfway through writing the next chapter of it though. It should be up this weekend. There are about 3 chapters left in that story!
Hope you enjoy!
Somewhere I hear the song finish and people applaud. But it is so far away from where I am. I am lost in my own little space with no-one but Draco.
Without any preamble he grabs me by the wrist, hauling me through the crowds of people who were watching the display. He drags me in silence down two corridors until we wind up and the reception desk in the front lobby.
The receptionist is chatting away happily on the phone. He slams his fist down on the desk to attract her attention. Clearly he was not in a mood to be messed with.
"I'm going to have to call you back" the receptionist mutters quickly before putting down the receiver. She flashes him a wide smile. "Can I help you, sir?"
"I require a room. Right now. It doesn't matter the cost."
"Of course, sir. Room 272 is free. I'll just get you the keys" she says as she scurries into the back room. She returns moments later with a set of keys. "Here you go, sir. I hope you enjoy your stay here with us at Dusty Springs Hotel. If there's anything we can do to make your stay more enjoyable, don't hesitate to-"
"Yes, yes" Malfoy says impatiently. "Come on, Hermione" he says as he reaches for my wrist once more.
The receptionist throws me a startled glance. Probably worried about Malfoy's intentions. "Ma'am, is everything alright here?"
"Yes, of course. Everything's fine" I smile at her, trying to appear composed.
She seemed reassured. She sat down again and proceeded to fill in some paper work on her desk.
She seemed reassured. She sits down again and proceeds to fill in some paper work that was lying on her desk.
Malfoy hurries off in the direction of the elevator, dragging me along with him. He pushes the button once. Twice. Three times. When it arrives he pushes me inside before stepping in himself and hitting the button for the second floor.
We don't say a word in the elevator ride. We don't say a word on the corridor to the hotel room. We don't say a word as he pulls me behind him into the hotel room. He closes the door and traps me up against it.
I feel butterflies in my stomach. He's so close. So very close. His face only inches from mine. His body. His heart.
"Why are you torturing me like this?" he asks me, his voice rough.
"Torturing you? But I'm just the Mudblood slut who magically seduced you in order to ruin your immaculate reputation?"
"Hermione…" he warns.
"What, Draco? That's what you're telling all the papers, isn't it? That I'm just some skank who thought it would be a fun game to seduce the great and honourable Draco Malfoy away from his fiancée?" I spit, doing my best to hide the bitterness that was creeping into my trembling voice.
"You know it's not like that. I had to do it. Blaise saw us together. He threatened to go to father and expose-" he was stumbling over his sentences as if trying to convince me as quickly as he could.
"Draco, when are you going to grow up? You can't keep seeking daddy's approval for the rest of your life! You need to stand up to him."
"I'm sorry…it was never supposed to be like this" there was a note of wistfulness in his voice.
"And what was it supposed to be like? Please, enlighten me" I hiss.
"It was supposed to be you and me. Together. Forever. But now you hate me"
"I only hate you because I still manage to care after everything." The atrocious truth.
"Hermione…" he says as he reaches out to touch my cheek.
"No!" I say as I slap his hands away. "No, did you see that I was hurt? Did you see how I was crying? Did you even care?"
"Of course I cared but-"
I push past him and make my way over to the bed. I sit down on the side and ask him quietly "Do you ever think about how it would have been, sometimes?"
"Every single day. I wonder if I'm going to spend my whole life chasing the wrong things. You know, what if nothing else matters because I lost you along the way?"
"You shouldn't taint your life with regret, you know."
"I know! I know. I got everything I wished for and now I don't know if I'm happy. Don't you think I want to get you out of my head? Don't you think that I want to look at my fiancée this way instead of you? But I can't because she's not you. She'll never be you. And I'll always be craving you. Your touch. Your love. And I don't know how to stop it."
"It was a mistake to come here. I can see you're already living out your punishment." I muttered, trying avidly to avoid meeting his steel eyes. "I'll just have to wait. I'm sure people will come around in time. Stop looking at me like I was something that they picked off the end of their shoe." I stand up and start to head for the door.
He stops me though, gently seizing my wrist.
"I still love you more than I can say and I - ."
"Don't" I cut across him doing my best to say it forcibly but I don't succeed. There's a big lump in my throat that won't shift. I can't take much more of this. I want him. He's here. But he's not mine. He's hers, even though she doesn't love him. Even though I do…
"I'm not lying" he whispered hoarsely.
"Prove it" I challenge through teary eyes.
Lots of Love,
Shadowdustxxx