Chapter 2: Startled at daylight.
Sunshine blasted through the glass windows and onto Hermione's face, pulling the blanket over her face she snuggled deeper into the soft couch. Last night she dreamt of a thousand hands with their bones ticking out, reaching out to her with blood dripping down their arms then a shadow saved her from the hands. A cold hand yanked down her blanket and Hermione shielded her eyes from the blinding sun.
"Get up." The voice growled.
Hermione sat up from the couch and yawned she fixed her wig and turned her head in the direction of the voice. "Hello, Hermione it's been a long time since I last saw you." The voice said from across the couch, squinting her eyes Hermione gasped as she recognized the voice.
"Draco, is that you?" she said and hopped off the couch, wiggling her toes into the plush carpet and took the streaming cup of coffee on the table. "You and I have a lot to talk about." Draco sped next to Hermione and watched her drink the cup of coffee. Hermione turned her head and almost spilled the cup of coffee.
"I- I - I have nothing to say to you." She stuttered and continued to drink , carefully avoiding Draco's steel cold eyes. She was about to take another sip, but Draco covered his hand over the cup and forced her to look at him.
"What the hell are you playing at Malfoy?"
"I'm not playing anything, the only one here playing this game is you. Now tell me why disappear all these years?"
"To get away from you."
"Hermione, you can hide and run, but you can never get away from me."
"What do you want from me?" her voice quivered as she stared into those eyes that she fell in love with all those years ago, reaching forward for a glass blood Draco tipped his head back and gulped it all down.
"I want to love you, but you won't let me." Draco said and wiped the back of his hand over his mouth, blood was smeared across his face it looked like he killed someone. Then the sad memory of Harry dying zapped her mind.
"I don't love you, not after what you did." Hermione hissed angrily.
"It wasn't my fault."
"Wasn't your fault!" Hermione scoffed "it was to, you killed him in cold blood! all because you were jealous."
"That's not true, and you know it!"
"You killed my best friend in cold blood, you... you... sick, twisted, stone cold blood sucker!" Hermione sharply jabbed Draco in the chest.
"Now, hold on you got it all wrong!"
"Then tell me Draco, why did you kill him?"
Draco didn't want to tell her that Harry begged for his life to be stolen, but even though he promised Harry not to tell Hermione. Now he had no choice.
The truth was going to destroy her.
Hermione sat up and her hands in her hips "well?" she demanded, tapping her feet impatiently on the floor. "You may want to sit down for this." Draco said, jerking his head to the couch.
"No! I will not sit down , unless you tell me why you killed him."
Draco was starting to get frustrated at Hermione's stubbornness, that's one thing he missed about her and still does. He couldn't tear his gaze away from her body dressed in all that pink, tight latex. He wanted to rip it off her body and fuck her raw, but now wasn't the best time to be thinking like a wild animal.
"At least put on some proper clothes, for crying out loud you could cause a accident dressed like that." Draco sighed annoyed. Hermione covered herself up with the blanket and shivered "I don't have any." she mumbled.
"Don't worry with the wife long gone, she left some clothes you can wear for now." Draco rolled his eyes and sped to his room, leaving Hermione to shiver in the cold room. She was shocked to her core that Draco had a wife and how come he didn't tell her? she paced around the room her boots making clunking sounds as she paced around the room.
A disgusting thought entered her innocent mind.
Blood splattering the walls.
Dead bodies scattered around the room.
With the sudden urge to vomit Hermione held it back for a while, Draco sped back into the room with fresh clothes in hand and a worried expression on his face.