New World Order
A Dramione FanFiction
Chapter Six
The minute they got home Draco flew off the handle.
"What the hell were you thinking?" He asked as he threw Hermione onto his bed.
"What the hell were you thinking? The party was just getting interesting!" Hermione cried.
Draco stood there for a minute, looking over at this… this person that was standing in front of him.
"Who are you?" He asked, looking with disbelief at Hermione.
"What do you mean "Who are you?"? I'm Hermione, duh!" Hermione slurred.
"No, no, you're definitely not. Hermione doesn't get drunk and cause arguments with her lover's wife."
Hermione stood there for a moment taking in Draco's words.
"I'm allowed to drink and cause arguments." She spat, "besides… he's not my lover." She added quietly.
"I beg your pardon?" Draco asked.
"He's not my lover." Hermione replied with a little more confidence.
"Oh, come off it Granger. You've been in love with that ginger since you laid eyes on him on the Hogwarts Express."
"Yeah, well I'm not anymore." Said Hermione in a small voice.
"Oh yeah? Since when?"
"Since he broke my heart."
"Oh."
Draco was unsure of what to do. Up until now he and Hermione had never really discussed anything of depth. They never ever brought up anything to do with the past, especially something like this. Mind you they never really talked to begin with.
He sat down on the edge of the bed.
"I'm sorry Hermione." He said quietly.
"No you're not." She sneered. Draco turned to face her.
"Do you have to fight every damn thing I say?" He asked.
"Yes, yes, I do."
Within an instant Draco had grabbed Hermione into his arms and put his lips to hers. Hermione was taken completely off guard. This wasn't the usual kiss that Draco gave. It was passionate and loving. His arms pulled her tighter, laying them down on the bed.
Instead of fighting her urges, Hermione decided to give way to them. She felt, fat, ugly and alone, but kissing Draco seemed to make the pain subside. She kissed back with all her worth, her hands grabbing at his shirt collar. She wanted to feel his skin against hers.
His stubble prickled faintly against her neck as his lips ventured downward. Draco shifted his weight, placing Hermione underneath him. His lips kissed her lovingly, as he began to remove her clothing. He touched her as if she was something precious, something to be treasured. As he threw her garments on the floor, Hermione could feel the tears begin to well in her eyes. Draco looked at her, his eyes full of concern.
"What's the matter?" He asked.
"Nothing." Hermione smiled, trying to shrug it off. She sat up and began to kiss him. Draco stopped her gently, placing his strong hands on her shoulders.
"Did I do something wrong?"
"No, definitely not."
"Then what is it? Why are you crying?"
"It's just… It's just that… somehow you have managed to make me feel beautiful for the first time in a very long time."
Draco sat up, putting a distance between them.
"Oh… um… ugh… I didn't – I mean." Draco threw his arms up, "Fuck!"
Hermione was taken aback. Why was he angry? Because he'd made her feel something other than shit? Because she was a mudblood?
Draco looked to Hermione.
"Leave." He said bluntly, standing up and opening the door of his bedroom. Hermione sat there unsure of what was happening.
"I said "leave"."
His eyes sat on the floor. Hermione walked past him, silently begging he would look at her.
But he didn't.
The moment she left the room Draco slammed the door behind her, leaving her in the cold hallway.
Hermione woke with a start, a large thud waking her. She laid there with her eyes open, having that moment of slight panic that we all do when we hear an unexpected noise in the middle of the night.
Once her heart returned to its usual rate, she closed her eyes once more, waiting for sleep to wash over her.
A crash was heard. A sound like something breaking. Hermione sat up, her ears straining to hear. More banging and bumping occurred, so much so she could almost feel the vibrations.
Hermione grabbed her wand from the bedside table.
"Lumos." She whispered, placing her feet quietly on the cold stone ground below. She tiptoed to her door, opening it. The sound of things being thrown around grew louder as she descended the stairs. She could hear someone cursing as she rounded the corner.
There was Draco, standing in the middle of what used to be the sitting room with his back to Hermione. Vases were smashed and tapestries ripped. The whole room was in tatters. The only thing that seemed to still be standing was the fireplace and even then you could see the battle scars in its dark mahogany timber.
"Draco?" Hermione asked timidly.
"What the fuck to you what?" Draco screeched, his voice faltering. He turned to face Hermione, the wet tracks down his face catching in the light of the fire. Hermione stood there silently, unsure of what to say. Draco collapsed into the middle of the rubble.
"How the fuck do you handle this place?" Draco asked softly cradling his head.
"What do you mean?" Hermione replied, feeling confident enough to take a couple of steps towards him.
"You just seem to bear it well. Everything is so fucked up. How do you cope?"
Hermione took a few more steps.
"I, I don't." She answered truthfully, "Have you not noticed how much I cry?" She laughed.
Draco let a small smile slip by.
"It's ok to hate this place, you know." She said, taking a seat beside him. Draco rolled his eyes.
"Please. If my father ever found out this wasn't my dream living situation he would probably have me fed to Nagini."
Silence filled the room as Draco played with the broken pieces of china that lay on the floor.
"What do you miss most?" Draco asked, looking earnestly up at Hermione.
"What? Of the old days?"
Draco nodded. Hermione let out a sigh of contemplation.
"I miss Hogwarts… The security of knowing that Dumbledore was there and that nothing could really ever hurt…. I miss Harry… That is a hurt that will never really go away. There are so many things that I always assumed he would be there for, so many memories we had to make." Hermione swallowed hard, "but most of all, I miss my parents. As much as I loved Hogwarts and the whole wizarding world there was nothing more comforting than getting off that train and seeing Mum and Dad waiting there. They were so proud you know? Having a witch in the family." Hermione smiled, forcing back the tears. They would get so excited hearing about what I had learnt in school… But, those days are gone. Nothing one can do about it… Do you miss anything?"
Draco sat in deep thought.
"I miss my Mum… I don't think I ever really realised just how much she kept everything together."
Hermione smiled sadly at him, taking his hand in hers.
"This really is hell, isn't it?" He asked. Hermione let out a small laugh.
"Well, you certainly did a good job of wreaking the sitting room." Hermione smiled.
"I may have been slightly frustrated." Draco blushed. Hermione flicked her wand, returning the room to its original state.
"You really are the cleverest bitch of our age." Said Draco, offering Hermione his hand as he stood up.
"I think you meant "witch"." She replied, taking his help.
"No, I meant what I said." He smirked, his face close to hers. Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Come," he said gripping her hand tight, "sleep is defiantly needed."
And with that he led her up the stairs.