Chapter Nine of I Work for You
Summary: Draco hires Hermione to be his 'wife' so his boss will approve of their deal. Only, Draco didn't expect to fall in love with Hermione. DM/HG. This fanfiction is based on the movie Borrowed Hearts.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. This fanfiction is also based on the movie Borrowed Hearts. I do not own that, either.
Recap from Chapter 8:
"I had a really good time tonight!" said Hermione.
Draco nodded, "Yeah, me too."
"Thanks," Hermione said, shyly, before giving him a peck on the lips.
She then fell asleep on Draco's chest, and Draco wondered, "My! You are full of surprises, aren't you?"
Chapter 9:
When they got to Draco's house, Hermione abruptly awoke, and she got off of Draco's chest in a hurry.
Draco asked, "Are you all right?"
Hermione nodded.
Draco looked unsure.
"You sure?" asked Draco.
Hermione glared at Draco.
"I'm fine, okay? Quit bothering me!" demanded Hermione.
Draco looked shocked, and muttered something about PMSing.
Hermione heard it, and she slapped Draco in the face, before running into the house.
"Hi, Minister!" she greeted, before running up the stairs, into Draco's room, and slamming the door, hard.
"Ouch," cringed the Minister.
Draco walked into the house slowly, and he stared hard at Fudge.
"Is she upstairs?" he asked.
The Minister nodded.
"Yes, did you two happen to have a fight?" he asked.
Draco nodded, coming to sit down on the couch besides the Minister.
"Yeah, and I don't know what she's mad at!"
Fudge smiled gently, and said, "Why don't you go talk to her about it. Discussing things make things better than by avoiding it."
Draco nodded again, and begrudgingly went upstairs, like a little boy after being scolded by his parents.
"Hermione?" asked Draco, knocking on the door.
"Hermione?" he asked again, beginning to grow worried by her not answering.
The door opened, to his relief, and he stepped in.
Sitting on the bed was Hermione, holding a pillow to her chest.
"What do you want?" she asked.
Draco snapped, "This is my room, come to think of it."
Hermione rolled her eyes, childishly, and stood up, "Fine, then I'll go to my room."
Just before she could exit the room, Draco grabbed her wrist, and pulled her towards his chest.
Hermione groaned, and said, "I thought you wanted me out."
Draco smirked at her and said, "We're twenty three now. Well, I am. You're twenty-one. We can discuss things peacefully in a nonviolent manner."
Hermione murmured a "Whatever," before retaking her place on the bed once again.
"Now, why are you mad?" asked Draco.
Hermione gasped, "You don't know?" she asked.
"You seriously don't know?"
Draco's face was blank as a sheet of white paper.
"Uh, no?"
Hermione's eyes widened.
"Do you remember that afternoon…"
"I do not like her! Percy, I am just her 'husband' because of the deal I have with Fudge. She knows that, and I know that! We will never have anything. She is still a Muggle born! I have to continue with what my parents have taught me, and I have to marry a Pureblood. Besides, Hermione is … I wouldn't marry her if she were the last woman on Earth. In fact, if it weren't for this deal, I would have kicked her out of my house right away!" Draco shouted.
"You're still mad because of that?" asked Draco.
Hermione nodded.
"But what about tonight? Didn't that mean anything to you?" Draco asked.
Hermione shrugged, "Yeah, but I was still mad."
Draco sighed, "And I thought you grew up."
Hermione glared at him, "What did you say?"
"I said, 'and I thought you grew up.' You know how much I despised you in Hogwarts. You were Little-Miss-Goody-Goody. Everybody liked you … except for the Slytherins. I knew that one-day, you'd be perfect goody-two-shoes. But when you came to my house, I thought you changed. I thought you weren't Ms. Hermione Granger anymore. But, apparently you still are," finished Draco.
Hermione's mouth opened in outrage.
"Well, I hate you too, Ferret Boy," she said, using the childish nickname.
"Ah-ha! There you go. Ferret Boy. That was from fourth year, and you still use it to insult me. That is proof of why you are still childish."
Hermione's right hand rose, and came down on Draco's face.
But Draco was too fast, and he caught that hand. He caught Hermione's left hand too, and he smiled.
"Hmm… seems as if you're in a difficult situation," he said.
"Let me go, Draco!" Hermione said, trying to wiggle out of Draco's grasp.
Draco pretended to think about it, "No."
He held Hermione's hands together, and stood up, making Hermione stand up with him.
He pushed her against the wall, and raised both of her hands above her head.
"You know, Granger, I was always better than you. You have to admit it. You are nothing. You're nothing without your two best friends. And look where they are! They're both married. Face it, you have no reason to live."
Hermione's eyes filled up with tears, and she couldn't help but let a few tears escape.
Hermione snapped back, "I don't care if I'm nothing. At least I'm not Draco Malfoy."
Draco's eyes widened, and before he could help himself, he let go of both her hands, and he slapped her.
Hermione raised up a hand to her cheek, and she spat out, "How dare you."
Draco seemed surprised at himself.
He looked down at his hands and back up at Hermione's red cheek.
"Uh, I … um…" he stuttered.
Hermione shook her head.
"I knew it. You never changed. You're still that arrogant man who thinks of himself as superior to others."
Hermione ran out the door, and into her own personal room, leaving Draco gaping at himself.
Hermione threw the door shut, and locked it, before jumping onto her bed, and putting her head in her pillow.
"I hate him!" she screamed.
Hermione sobbed tears onto her pillow.
She couldn't help but think, "Was he right?"
Hermione dried her eyes, and got up.
Draco yelled at himself in his head.
"You idiot! Why did you have to yell at her, and hit her?" he asked himself.
"What kind of a man are you?"
Draco could almost hear Hermione crying.
"You made a woman cry!" said the voice in his head.
Draco paced around in his room, and thought, "What should I do? What should I do?"
"Should I apologize?" he thought.
"But a Malfoy never apologizes!"
There was a knock on Draco's door, and he said, "Yes?"
Fudge peeked his head around the door, and asked, "May I come in?"
Draco nodded.
Fudge sat down on a couch located in Draco's room.
"So, still fighting?" he asked, gently.
Draco nodded.
"What happened?" Fudge asked.
"I uh… said some things."
"And?" prompted Fudge.
"I … well … I hit her…" Draco said.
Fudge stood up and frowned, "Have you said sorry?"
Draco shook his head. "No."
Fudge opened the door to Draco's room, and gestured towards Hermione's room.
"Then you better go say sorry!"
Draco nodded, and said, "Uh, do you mind?"
Fudge smiled, and went outside.
Draco made up his mind, "Fine. I'll say sorry."
Hermione found what she was looking for.
A bright, gleaming knife that sparkled when the light hit it.
She smiled maliciously, caught up in the moment. Before she knew what she was doing, she raised it up towards her, and aimed it for her heart.
"You were right Draco. I have no reason to live!" she said, half whispering, half-speaking.
Author's Note: Please review.