Adult-FanFiction.org : Harry Potter

Cruel Intentions	By : rephiamlove Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 6537 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Canon characters. I do not make any money.

Chapter List
- 14
- 15
- 16
Hermione
I was enjoying taking in all of the sights and smells of Diagon Alley, the glittering windows, eyeing new shops that had sprung up, and the various smells coming from the restaurants that were currently cooking up lunch for witch and wizards. So caught up in my perusal, I almost didn't hear Ginny.
"Harry told me that you and my brother are fighting again. What's going on with you two? It isn't serious is it?" She asked while trying to appear nonchalant.
One thing that we never ever discussed was marital problems. It was sad really, but I just wouldn't feel right discussing those things with her, considering she was Ron's sister.
"Were not fighting per say. We just kind of got into a small-"
"argument. I know. Harry told me that you and my brother keep saying that."
"I don't know what else to tell you, because that's all it was, really." I cringed letting the white lie roll of my tongue. I hated lying to Ginny, but the truth was shameful, and scandalous on so many levels, and I couldn't have that going around the army of Weasley's that was sure to hate me if it ever got out.
"That's fine, Mione. You don't have to tell me if you don't want to, but I'm here for you if you want to talk about it."
"Thanks, Ginny. Hey, do you want to go get some ice-cream?"
"Of course I want me some bloody ice-cream, you already made me skip lunch because you don't feel like eating, and would rather walk around in amazement like you've never been to Diagon Alley before."
We both let out hearty laughs, and proceeded to head in the direction of Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour.
"Ginny, do you have to get Harry's favorite flavor all of the time?" Ginny had just got handed a cup of chocolate and raspberry flavored ice-cream with chopped nuts.
"What? He's gotten it so many times, that it's all I want now. Pathetic I know, don't remind me."
"It's not pathetic, it's quite cute, actually."
We sat at one of the small tables that were situated in front of the shop, where other people were also enjoying the delicious parfaits that the parlour was famous for. Ginny and I just prattled on about how we missed our children, and we enjoyed all of the new juicy gossip going around that we read in the papers.
"Okay, well, I'm sorry to have to run on you again, but I've got to go back to-"
"practice. I know, go ahead." I pulled her in for a tight hug before she left. Throwing away the remnants my unfinished ice-cream, I went back to work not having much of an appetite. The rest of the day went by as uneventful as possible. It was hard to focus on work when my thoughts constantly strayed back to my absent husband.
The Muggle section of the library was finally done, complete with a few computers, and a we bit of complicated magic to be able to acquire internet capabilities for them.
Some of the books I filled the shelves with were some of my personal favorites such as, The Adventures of Tom Sawyer, The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe, and my all time favorite, The Giving Tree. My dad often read me the book before bed-time, and for some reason it always made me sad. I always felt bad for that poor tree that gave all it had, and ended up a lowly, crooked stump.
"Lillian." I called out.
"Yes, sweetie."
"I'm going to head home now, unless you need me for anything. It's only a couple hours until closing."
"Of course you can go home, Hermione. I will lock up at closing like always. Go home and get some rest, and take care of yourself. Don't think I didn't notice that something is wrong with you today."
"Thank you. I will. I'm pretty sure all I need to do is rest, but thank you for your concern. I'll see you tomorrow, bright and early."

Draco
I was currently walking down Diagon Alley heading over to Flourish and Blotts to try and steal some more alone time with Granger. Things were definitely looking up in that regard. Having lunch with her was great, but Marcus Flint noticing us as we bid our farewell was the icing on the cake. I smirked when I saw him notice us. I knew that the news would get back to Weasley since they worked together in the Auror Department. Flint always was a loud mouth instigating little blighter, and reveled in spreading gossip and wreaking havoc for everyone, but this time it was going to end up in my favor.
The bell chimes just above the door signaled my entry, and I was surprised to find the shop pretty empty except for an older gentleman reading a book in a corner. The place was eerily quiet, with only a couple of flying memos in the air that hovered around the front desk. The only other person in the shop was Hermione's older co-worker that greeted me last time I came in.
"Good day, Mr. Malfoy. Is there something I might interest you in?" She said while pushing up her spectacles.
"Yes, I was wondering if I may have a word with Mrs. Weasley. I have a book order that I wanted to discuss with her if she's available."
"I'm sorry dearie, I'm afraid she's already left for the day, the poor thing didn't look so well. I can help you with anything if you'd like."
"No. That's quite alright. I'll be seeing her another day then, but thank you. Good day to you too." I walked out of there already formulating a plan. If she didn't feel well, then that means that she went home early, which was a perfect chance to catch her alone. Aurors almost never got off of work before six in the evening which gave me a substantial amount of time to try to play the 'I'm concerned' card before the Weasel came home. I was running out of time with her, considering that mother was still harping at me to finally meet the daughter of her friend. I was considering maybe meeting the witch just to get them to leave me alone. This seducing Granger business was getting a little old but I decided to give it another shot.

Hermione
Once I arrived home, I instantly noticed that Ron still hadn't come home, but that shouldn't have surprised me since it was still early in the afternoon. The house felt just as empty as I felt. With a sigh, I went upstairs to take a nice long bubble bath. It had been ages since I indulged in one, and having the house to myself, I figured it couldn't hurt. I added my favorite bubble bath, and some fizzing bath beads into the water before I settled myself into the warm bubbly water. I loved using bath beads, they let off the aroma of sweet baked apples, and the fizz tickled my skin with bubbles that slowly made their way to the top of the water.
Once I was nice and dry, I decided to wear my cami top pajama shirt with matching shorts. They were tight, and I specially chose these to try and entice my husband. Maybe if I could lower his guard, it would be easy to get him to listen to me. As sneaky as it was, I was desperate to get us back to how we were during our vacation, blissfully peaceful.
I smoothed on some of my favorite scented lotion all over my body, and decided to let my hair dry naturally. The chime of my front door, made me pause. Who could that be? I rushed downstairs, and looked through the peep hole. What in the world is he doing here? My normal calm demeanor had changed from intrigue to downright anger. My hands balled into fists, and I stomped my foot in agitation. Unlocking the door, I turned the door knob and let it open slightly. "What are you doing here, Draco?" I asked him, fuming with outrage.
"I went looking for you, and Lillian told me that you left early, so I came here to talk to you. I hope it's alright."
"No, no, it's not alright. My husband is already angry at me, if he finds out that you came here, I will certainly be out of sorts with him for a very long time. You need to leave right now."
The stress of the last few days, not to mention my current predicament was disastrous, causing moisture to start filling my eyes, and I fought back the impulse to blink, knowing the tears would surely fall.
"I'm sorry, Hermione. I'll go but, are you alright?" He stepped closer and raised his arm to offer me support, before he lowered it back to his side. "Is there anything I can do?"
"Yes, you can leave now before Ron get's home." He stepped a little closer to me.
"Okay, I'm leaving-"
Before he could leave, the familiar sound of someone coming in through the floo was heard loudly throughout the room making both of us tense, and our eyes widen with fear. I didn't have to turn around to know who it was that I would see, because Draco's facial expressions spoke volumes. He appeared frozen with dread, and his eyes were locked with whoever was behind me.
"You bloody bastard!" Ron yelled out before rushing in, grabbing a hold of Draco by the front of his robes and dragging him inside before savagely throwing him to the floor.
- 14
- 15
- 16
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Cruel Intentions