Here's the next chapter, earlier than I planned, but since my story is actually getting added to so many story alerts I just couldn't make you guys wait. Thanks to ayoAOx for reviewing my last chapter
So without further ado, here's chapter 5 of "APP".
Chapter 5
It took awhile for Draco to get calmed down enough to actually start thinking straight. He was so irritated, that he actually walked home from the Three Broomsticks instead of just Apparating.
"Come help me out," he muttered. That damn Potter should have known better than to drag him out there to cheer up the weasel.
Just the thought of him made Draco clutch his fists tight together to the point where it almost drew blood.
Draco understood all about getting drunk when you're upset. Hell he had done it numerous times himself over the past year; but when you have the woman that he, himself, would jump through fire for, well that technique just doesn't apply to him.
By this time Draco had arrived back at his manor.
The chill and loneliness started to set in as soon as he stepped inside. It was like a constant cold that you didn't necessarily feel on the outside, whether, you felt it deep down inside. A cold that went straight through your bones, to pierce a place inside that Draco had felt was nonexistent anymore; his soul.
'This is ridiculous', he thought. 'All this room and I still feel like I'm suffocating.
Suffocated because no matter where he went in the massive manor, he always saw things that reminded him of her. Her spirit. Her Beauty. Things that he could no longer see in anything else in the world.
Even though it was suffocating, it was pleasurable at the same time because he knew that even when he got to the point where he only saw humanity for its hate and seeing things in black and white, he could always look around his home and be reminded that there are always shades of grey to the world. And even if all he sees is hate he remembers a time when all that mattered in the world was love.
Looking around his manor now, Draco could see her lounging in a chair reading a book, or standing in the kitchen cooking (and complaining about the remnants of the past house elves; which he had given clothes due to her discretion).
He then walked into his bedroom and lit a fire.
Laying down on his bed, if he really tried hard enough he could still smell her scent of summer lilacs on him pillow.
He was pulled out of his thoughts by Potter's head once again appearing in his fireplace and floating in midair.
"Honestly Potter," Draco sighed sitting up on his bed. "This is the second time since 9:00 this evening that your head has arrived, unannounced, in my fireplace. The last time you led me to torture at a most ungodly hour of the night, so do I even want to know what you want this time?"
"Well, erm….I feel like I owe you a drink after earlier."
"You do realize that it is 6:00 in the morning right? This is usually a time when people are getting out of bed to get ready for work, and here I am just getting home and about to crawl in."
"Well, yeah, but let's face it. I feel bad and you look like you could use a stiff drink and a little bit of time out of that cavern you call a manor would do you some good. Get the stink blowed off you, as Molly would say," Harry grinned.
Resigned, Draco signed and walked over to his bed side table and grabbed the half empty bottle of Ogdens.
"I guess you have a point potter, so watch out I'm coming over."
And with a flash of green flames Draco disappeared over to Harry and Ginny's cottage.
Hermione's POV
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"Aghhhughhh!"
"Aghhhughhh!"
'What the hell is that noise,' she thought.
"Aghhhughhhh!"
She cracked a bleary eye open and looked at the time.
Angrily, she rolled over to see where that annoying sound that had awoken her was coming from.
Unfortunately, she was greeted with the sight of Ron's head in the toilet.
She walked up to the doorframe and stamped her foot.
"Ronald Bilius Weasley! Do you have any idea what time it is?!" She screeched. "It's 7:00 in the damn morning! You had better be dying! Waking me up at the ass crack of dawn, what are you thinking? What's wrong with you anyways?"
She didn't need an answer, the smell of vomit and butterbeer reaching her nose.
"You were out with Harry last night weren't you?" she said, her eyes narrowed. "You know I'm getting right sick of this. You're never home anymore and when you are you're hungover. If I had known that when I married you I would be designed to sit around and wait for you to come home, well I doubt I would have done it. Harry is going to hear about this!" she yelled.
She stoped out of the bathroom and slammed the door behind her. She smirked knowing that the sound of that door slamming had to have just slipt his head wide open because of the headache he undoubtly had.
She didn't even bother to change out of her nightie as she grabbed a pinch of floo powder and stepped into the flames.
When she came out at Harry's grate she was livid.
"HARRY POTTER WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU!"
She stomped into the kitchen.
"What the hell were you thinking! Ron is home puking his guts out in my toilet. Do you know what time it is? You know he can't handle alcohol. Next time he is staying with you and you can be the one woken up to his sounds of retching. He sounded like a fucking dying bird. I'm so fed up with him I could jus-"
She not only stopped mid sentence, but mid step of advancing towards Harry with her finger pointed at his face.
"Good Morning Hermione," Draco said softly.
Hope you guys liked the chapter1 can anyone find the HOUSE reference in the story? Lol I love that show and couldn't resist.
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