I KNOW IT TOOK FOREVER BUT FORGIVE ME.
Not mine. Except plot.
Owe it to Queen Rowling.
He did not return the day after. Or another.
Hermione was worried and confused about the situation.
She's pretty sure that she's almost as good as dead when she let her friends escape but for whatever reason, she's still alive and somehow unscathed... Save for the ugly carving on her arm made by Bellatrix... She's okay.
"All I wanted is to get out of here and find Harry and Ron," she sighed, "Harry may be having an emotional breakdown while Ron blows his brains off," she said quietly to herself.
She tried to observe, listen or feel her surroundings but it seems that she's concealed or hidden well inside the Manor... If she's still in the Manor because Merlin knows how eccentric Malfoy could be.
She heard the door knob clicked and she hid beneath the big bed quickly.
"Granger, its just me," she heard Malfoy.
She slowly went out of her hiding place and stood beside the bed in silence. She looked at the young Malfoy in front of her, still handsome as ever, blonde hair is not sleeked like before... its more loose, lean body and tall figure. Good brain and he's almost likeable...
"See something that you like," she heard him say with a smirk.
"...until he opened his damn mouth," she finished in her thought as she shook herself and straightened up, "Mind to tell me what's going on?"
He simply looked at her and pursed his lips shut... Then he opened them again and shut them, "I honestly haven't thought about how to tell muggleborn," he said more to himself.
"Hello? I'm here," she said impatiently, "Spit it out Malfoy. I don't have all day."
He scoffed, "Really? What are you doing in this room? Thinking of your precious little club... Spew or something? Or about your boyfriend weasel?"
"Shut it Malfoy! As you can see, there are more important things that I'd love to do than stay here and chat with you," she retorted," And its not Spew... It's S-P-E-W... and it stands for..."
"Bla bla. Sure bore me about that. And a 'chat' with me may be your ticket way out but sure if you think you have better things to do then," he simply said in a flat, bored tone and he stood up and dusted his suit and walked towards the door, "I'm out. If that Spew or whatever means more to you at this very moment. I don't even know what I was thinking or what my mum was thinking. Should have let that damn chandelier crush you and your proud arse," he finished as he slammed the door in her face as she tried to answer back.
"Damn you Granger," he cursed as he rested his forehead to her door, still holding on to the door knob, "Never knew when to shut up, stupid know-it-all?" Then he turned his back and left.
She heard him curse at the other side of the door and felt angry, frustrated and a bit guilty for not letting him talk.
She sighed, "He may be right. He may be my ticket out. Damn. It means I have to apologize to him," she collapsed to her bed.
"How was she?" Narcissa Malfoy asked Draco as she poured herself a wine.
"Still the same annoying know-it-all bitch," he replied with annoyance in his tone as he made his way to pour himself some wine as well.
He sat down and massaged the bridge of his nose and his mother sat down beside him, "Have a little patience my boy, she and her friends are the key to the dark lord's defeat," Narcissa sipped on her wine, "There's no hope for everone, even the deatheaters, if he wins this battle."
He inhaled deeply and released it audibly, "And whatever is reason for Lucius' craziness over the bastard... I can never explain," he remarked.
"Language. He's still your father, Draco," Narcissa scolded softly and sadly, "Your father was blinded by power way before. His twisted beliefs and ways," she looked at her wine and stirred it moving the glass in circular motion, "He's not the man I fell in love with, that's why I don't want you to walk his path, son."
Draco looked at his mother and watched her expressions. He knew that she's broken and miserable. He admired his mother with respect because she's trying to be strong and to admit the faults and flaws of their beliefs is a proof that she is a woman with morals. He swore to Merlin that he will make sure to end her sadness. He wanted to see her smile and be happy.
He has decided to try and make it work with Granger one more time.
I know it's lame. But It took years before I decided to continue it and I'm at work and I drabble down whenever I have idle time. I still read and ship and fan girl over Dramione. And I'm 24. Feel a bit old. Anyway. Comments are welcome, but please don't be hostile. :D