Hyperventilating!
Chapter 2
"Mommy!" A small, girl tottered into the dinner, her curly, blond pink tails bouncing up and down as she ran for the kitchen. Usually this was a welcomed sound, but not today. "Juliet, how's my favorite, little girl?" I asked her. Scooping her up I quickly maneuvered her away from the view of our, unwanted visitor. "It was awesome! I drew a picture for you." She thrust the paper at me, beaming with pride. "It's of you and me at the zoo." My face must have held a look of guilt because a small, look of concern crossed over her face. "What's the matter? Don't you like it?" She looked near tears.
"Oh, no I love it. In fact, why don't you go hanging it up in Aunt Julie's office?" I reassured my daughter. "Really?"
"Yup, then we can go." Juliet rushed to the office to hang up her picture. At the time, I was unaware of the penetrating gaze of our, unwelcomed visitor. Pouring some batter onto the stove I started on the pancakes. A thousand thoughts ran through my head. "Why was he here?" "Did he know?" "Of course not," I chided myself. I had taken every precaution to avoid him knowing. If there's one thing about me you should know it's that I will do anything to protect Juliet.
Here we go the first words I had uttered to him since that dreadful night. "Just Breath," that was the final thought that crossed my mind before the familiar buzz started in my head. You know in books, that feeling they describe when the heroin sees her one true love? They describe it as a wonderful feeling. Well, It's not it is the most horrid thing in the world. It is like the drum beat as the criminal walks slowly up to the hanging noose. "Bump, Bump, Bump." Somehow my feet got me to his table.
"Here you go," I quickly set down his plate, "Anything else I can get you?" He stared at me a little bit, to intensely for my taste. The second before he replied was defining. I'm surprised I didn't pass out. "Um… No," his gaze didn't leave my face.
Draco's point of view
There was something strangely familiar about the waitress. Her brown, unruly hair reminded me of someone I just couldn't remember, not yet. The aroma of the pancakes wafted up to me. They smelled delicious. I hadn't eaten for what seemed like days. This search was never ending. Everything was one giant circle. Every lead ended right back where I started. With just one more question to answer, but I didn't let the main question leave me. "Where was she?"
Hermione's Point of View!
I picked up the phone in Julie's office. I dialed the familiar numbers. "Ring, Ring, Ring. Hello," the other line picked up. "Hey, Julie, where are you? You were supposed to be here twenty minutes ago," my voice strained from worry. Julie seemed to have missed it. "I'm sorry, but my meeting is running late, so just close up shop early. Ok, Bye," She tried to rush me off the phone.
"Julie, Come…" Click, the receiver went dead. Great just great, I was stuck in a dinner with one humongous lie blowing up in my face. What was a girl supposed to do?
I told you I would get this chapter up. Please tell me if you don't like it, but don't be brutal.