Chapter 3: Questions

"Hermione, are you okay?" Draco asked with a hint of concern in his voice, staring at the clothes in her hands. Hermione dropped them with shaking hands, Draco reached out to touch her, and Hermione couldn't hold in her vomit any longer. She let it all-out all-over Draco's glass table.

"Shit, Hermione!" Draco pulled her hair back as more vomit erupted from her mouth, coughing up the last chunk of vomit. Hermione closed her eyes and breathed deeply. She opened her eyes and panicked.

"Oh, my goodness, Draco, I'm so sorry. I promise that I'll clean up." The words tumbled out of Hermione's lips. "No, it's okay. I'll clean up. You go have a shower while I'll sort things out here."

"But -"

"Go!" Draco pointed towards the bathroom, and he sped into the kitchen to retrieve cleaning supplies. Hermione hung her head in shame she picked up the clothes and cried to the bathroom. Once she was in the bathroom, Hermione slammed the door behind her and frowned at her reflection.

Her make-up was smudged around her eyes, and her hair was a massive mess, casting an undressing charm. Hermione propped a leg on the basin and unbuckled her boot, then the other once she was done, she wrapped a fluffy towel around herself and stepped into the shower.

She turned on the warm water and stood there for a while, noticing that there were women products in the bathroom. Hermione felt more vile rise in her throat.

Why were there women products in his bathroom?

Hermione thought long and hard about that question to herself as she showered, shampooing her vomit crusted hair she sighed at the scent of blueberries and coconut. The smell took control of her negative thoughts, conditioning her hair with the same smell. Hermione then washed her sweaty body with milk and honey body wash.

Once she was clean, Hermione wrapped the fluffy towel around herself and took the opportunity to investigate, carefully scoping out every inch of the bathroom she unfortunately couldn't find any evidence of Draco's so-called wife.

Hermione decided it was time to give up now it was time to get changed into the clothes Draco had picked out for her, sighing to herself. Hermione checked out the clothes. The first in the pile was a white bra and a matching g string. Next was a cream-coloured blouse, then a black pencil skirt and finally nude coloured pumps.

Whoever Draco's previous wife was, she had good taste.

Hermione towel dried her hair and tied it up in a high ponytail. A knock at the door startled her. "Can I come in?" Draco's voice said from the other side of the door. "Yes, I'm dressed!" Hermione called from the inside. Draco opened the door and couldn't breathe.

"You look better. " Was all he said.

"I guess..." Hermoine shrugged and adjusted her blouse.

"What's wrong?" Draco leant against the sink and fixed his hair.

"It's none of your concern. "

"Are you mad at me or something?"

Hermione turned to face him. "What do you think?"

"I'm sorry if you hate me, look..." Draco sighed and rubbed his temples. "I need you to do me a favour."

"What favour?"

"I need you to pretend to be my girlfriend. "

"If I do that, you promise to tell me why you killed Harry."

Draco crossed his fingers over his heart and rolled his eyes. Blood bloomed across his pale chest as his fingernails scraped the sensitive flesh. "Vampires always keep their word. You should know that by now."

The smell of blood in the air made her want to vomit again, breathing in deeply she kissed Draco's lips.

Hermione pulled away and thought to herself.

"I don't trust this monster with my life, but if I want the truth about Harry, then I'll have to trust Draco. I wish my heart would let go and accept the fact that I don't love him.

"Okay, Draco, I trust you."

"Good, now are you ready to meet my family from hell?"

Hermione's only response was a nod of her head. Draco opened the door, but Hermione pulled him in for a warm hug, whispering in his ear, "I'm sorry, Draco. I want to love you, but not right now."

"Thank you, that means a lot to me."

The pair walked down the corridor in silence, holding hands and not saying a single word to each other. Once they were in the loungeroom, Hermione sat down on the leather chair and waited patiently. Her eyes scanned the room and noted that Draco did an outstanding job at cleaning up after herself.

Draco licked his dry lips and hoped for the best, opening the door for his mother and father they stepped in and smelled fresh human blood for the taking.