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Cruel Intentions	By : rephiamlove Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 6537 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hermione
Looking up at the clock, I realized how late it was, not to mention that it had grown considerably darker outside my office window. I had gotten carried away with all of the ordering of Muggle Literature, for the new Muggle section of the library, and I worked well past our normal closing time. Stretching my aching muscles out from sitting in the same position, I let out a little groan. I gathered my purse and wand and headed home. I stood in the fireplace, and yelled out my home destination, while throwing a handful of flood powder and was off.
Once home, I stepped out into the darkness of my home while I brushed off the soot that accumulated on my clothes, and that I felt on my skin. I waved my wand to turn on the lights, and was completely scared out of my mind to see Ronald sitting in a chair, staring at me, his whole body rigid, and tense-looking.
"Ronald. You scared the living day lights out of me. What in the world are you doing sitting here in the dark?" I clutched my hand to my poor racing heart to try and calm myself down from such a fright.
"Where did you go to lunch today?" he asked me with a rough voice barely above a whisper.
I paused and swallowed the lump that formed in my throat, suddenly very afraid to answer the question he directed at me. I had planned on telling him about this afternoon, but on my own terms, so as to not anger or disappoint him.
"Well?" He questioned me slightly raising his voice.
Answering him as vague as I could be, "I had lunch at a restaurant a couple of streets down from my shop."
"And who did you have lunch with, Hermione?" he asked.
"What? Why?"
Ron chuckled an evil kind of laugh, but he didn't look like he thought anything was funny, "Why, you ask? Because someone at work told me that they saw you having lunch today with Draco Malfoy. I was angry at first, but then I realized that there is no way you would have lunch with that man after what he did to you right, Hermione? Tell me it's not true."
My eyes were glued to him, and they began to water with the way he was glowering at me, because him finding out this way made me look like a horrible person no matter what I was about to tell him. What could I possibly say to him that wouldn't make me look bad. "It's not like that. He apologized to me, and we've decided that we're just going to be friends, Ronald. I swear to you that nothing happened."
He stood up, looked angrier after what I just told him, and he smiled a smile that looked a bit sinister and it scared me.
"Accio" His spell brought something large flying through the room, crashing into his hands, and Ron being an experienced Auror, caught it in mid-air without even turning his head. When I noticed what it was, my heart plummeted.
It was the roses that I mistakenly believed were sent to me from him. Things couldn't possibly get any worse, but they had, and I was the one who caused it all. I shook my head back and forth, "I know this looks bad, but when I got to work and saw those, I thought that they-"
"Don't lie to me, Mione, I thought that me and you we're going to have a new beginning. After Marcus told me he seen you, I went to your office, and what did I find? I find these roses and your little love poem."
"No. No, that's not what happened. Ron, I love you. I don't know what you think happened at lunch today, but it was just two people eating."
"Eating? You told me that just a couple of weeks ago that you two nearly shagged, and that he made you come while you were out having lunch. How can you be out having lunch with him again after all of that? What in the bloody hell am I supposed to think?"
"I don't know, maybe have some trust in me. I'm telling you nothing happened. Please believe me." I pleaded with him.
"Okay Mione, answer this then. Did you touch him at any time during your lunch today?"
My breath hitched, and I felt a jolt of panic and adrenaline hit me with so much force that me knees started to shake. Oh my god. I did share a hug with Draco at the end of lunch, but it was very quick, and our bodies barely touched at all. But would Ron believe me? "We hugged very briefly at the end of lunch, but... Where are you going?" He was walking away from me towards the fireplace. I tried to grab at his arm, but he shook me off. He disappeared, screaming out his destination, right before he threw the vase of roses across the room, where it loudly shattered into a mess of broken glass, and rose petals.
I swallowed hard, staring at the empty fireplace feeling hollow, and to blame for Ron's sudden violence. How could I have been such an idiot? Of course, Ron wouldn't have liked the idea of me and Draco having lunch together. How could I have ruined everything so fast? We had only been back home for a day.
"Evanesco." The shards of glass and rose petal mess instantly vanished leaving behind nothing of the mess that had followed after Ron's angry outburst. I didn't blame him in the least. All of this was my doing, and I felt dreadful at the hurt and pain my husband must have felt to behave in such a way. 'How long had he been waiting for me in that chair that faced the fireplace'?
Deciding on not to follow him to his destination of Grimmauld Place, I turned to our bedroom to give Ron some time to cool down. When he was angry this way, the best thing to do was to let him calm down by himself. Shedding off my clothes, I took the hottest shower I could take without getting burned to try and settle my nerves. I got into bed, and grabbed my pillow so I could prepare myself to sleeping in a bed all alone, something that I hadn't done for almost fourteen days.

Draco
"So how are things working out with getting into Granger's knickers, mate? Blaise asked me while blowing out puffs of smoke from his cigar, and lounging back on his expensive white Italian couches.
"I'm pretty close. I nearly got there a couple of weeks ago on her desk in her office." I responded while swirling around the glass of Firewhiskey I was currently babysitting.
"Are you sure about that," he asked with a smirk, "last time I checked the papers, it looked like Granger was snogging her husband while out on holiday with him. Face it, Draco, you're not going to get anywhere with this witch. You might as well just give up, and meet that witch your mom keeps going on about with my mother. Apparently, she is dying to become Mrs. Draco Malfoy."
"I know what I'm doing, Blaise. I'm playing in the friend zone until she needs comfort from a fight she's bound to have with her husband sooner or later. And when that happens, she's going to be mine."
Blaise rolled his eyes, and put out his cigar in a tray, and then vanished it with his wand. "I don't think all of this is worth one shag or any witch for that matter, besides aren't you afraid that Weasley will come looking for you? I'm sure that after their reconciliation, he won't be too keen on you trying to shag his wife's poor brains out."
"I'm not worried. Weasley is an Auror. He wouldn't risk losing his pathetic job by besmirching his name or getting in a row with me. I can handle him."
"Whatever you say, Draco. Do you want a refill?"
"Nah, I'm going to head home. Thanks for the drink. I'll see you at work tomorrow."
I disaparated home, and took a long warm shower, and had a nice wank while picturing Hermione sucking my cock wearing nothing but her Gryffindor tie and a set of black heels. It didn't take me long to come undone with a loud groan, and a curse coming from my lips.

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