Show Me How Bad You Can Be | By : Hginny25 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 18244 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1 |
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They met in secret for several weeks. They met whenever they could. Between classes in abandoned classrooms, after dinner in the room of requirement. There were many nights when neither of them returned to their dorms. But the holidays were rapidly approaching and they faced the inevitability of being apart for a month. Hermione was vacationing in the south of France with her parents over Christmas and Draco’s parents had insisted that he spend Christmas at the Manor.
Although they held no emotional ties for one another, they had grown quite accustomed to their passionate embraces. The thought of going without the warm touch of each other for a month was terrifying.
Hermione stepped through the portrait hole of Gryffindor tower at 1 in the morning. She began to tip toe her way across the room and towards the girls’ dormitory.
“Getting in late again, Hermione?”
Hermione jumped and wheeled around to see a glint of red hair and a grimace near the fire. Ron.
“Oh, Ron! You gave me a fright.” Hermione said clutching at her racing heart.
“So sorry.” He said dryly. He stood up and walked around the couch.
“Wh…What are you doing up?” She asked.
“I could ask you the same thing. This is the third time this week you’ve been out later than midnight.” Ron said leaning against the back of the couch with his arms crossed.
“And how do you know that?” Hermione tested hoping that her tone didn’t give her away.
“It’s not like you’ve tried to make an appearance here, Hermione. I’ve been staying up late writing that essay for McGonnagal. You never came back, at least not while I was awake.” He commented.
“Okay fine. What’s your point, Ron?” Hermione said impatiently.
“I know you’ve been with another bloke.”
Hermione laughed dryly. “As if you have any proof. And it’s none of your business, anyways!”
“None of my business? Hermione! You’re my girlfriend!”
“EX- girlfriend! What I do isn’t any of your business!”
“Or who you do.” Ron mumbled.
Hermione was across the room in two quick steps and her hand collided with his face with a loud crack. “How dare you, Ronald Weasley. You’ve no right to accuse me of such things.”
“But it’s true, Hermione. Admit it. You’ve found some other bloke to occupy your time. That’s where you’ve been running off to every day.” Ron said glaring daggers at her, a fiery red mark appearing on his cheek.
Hermione squared her shoulders and looked him defiantly in the eyes. “Of course it’s true.” She seethed. “I’ve found since we broke up that I’m a very desirable person. There are many boys who, contrary to you, find me very attractive.” She could see Ron’s hard external shell beginning to weaken. She knew one more well placed comment would make him crumble. “And I don’t have to fake it with him the way I did with you.” Watching shock and pain wash over his face, Hermione turned on her heel and marched away from him up to the girl’s tower.
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The morning holiday break began Hermione had her trunk packed and was levitating it down to the entrance hall.
“Hermione.” Whispered a nearby voice urgently.
Hermione looked around for the source of the voice and saw a glint of white blonde hair peeking out of a nearby classroom. She quickly shrunk her trunk and put it in the pocket of her robes. Looking around to make sure no one was in sight, she slipped into the deserted room.
“Draco, what are you doing? Are you packed?” She asked in a hushed tone performing a quick muffliato on the door so that they could have some privacy.
“My parents cancelled. They want me to stay here.” He said.
“What? Why?”
“Apparently they’re going on their second honeymoon. That’s what they told me anyways. Somewhere in Asia. They’ll be gone the whole break.” Draco explained.
“Oh, okay. Well, have fun here. I think some of your Slytherin cronies are staying.”
A shadow passed over Draco’s face as the imagined staying with Crabbe and Goyle alone in the dungeons for 4 weeks. Suddenly his face lit up with an idea. “Stay with me.” He said pulling her into his arms.
“What?”
“Hermione, stay with me. We could spend the whole break in the Room of Requirement. It would be great.”
“You want me to cancel my vacation in the south of France with my parents who I haven’t seen in months just so I can stay here with you?” She said raising an eyebrow.
Draco nodded apprehensively.
Hermione laughed; a cold, mocking laugh. “Draco, even if I could I wouldn’t want to. Why would I want to stay here with you? We don’t even like each other! You think just because we’ve been fucking like bunnies for the past month anything has changed?”
Hurt showed on all the perfect features on Draco’s face. “Everything’s changed.” He said.
Ignoring his comment, Hermione continued. “I’ll admit I’ll miss the sex. Its great sex, Draco, but I have plans.” She spoke as if she were turning down an unappealing business proposition. She spoke with no emotion. “If we were committed to each other then maybe, but we agreed a long time ago that we wouldn’t have any commitment.” She regarded Draco coolly. “I’m going to miss the train. I’ll see you in a month, Draco.”
She turned and left him standing in the deserted room. Before the door closed behind her he saw her skip happily up to Harry and Ron, wrap an arm around each of them, and give them both careless kisses on the cheek, her demeanor changed instantly from cold to joyous.
His blood bubbled angrily inside him. When had she made up with Ron? Was she back together with him? Why hadn’t she thought to mention it to him? He picked up the nearest object to him, a small decorative glass orb, no doubt used for students to practice levitation, and hurled it across the room with all his might. He watched with satisfaction as it hit the opposing wall and shattered into millions of tiny pieces.
It wasn’t enough. The fury inside him was too great. He felt betrayed, cheated, used. His body took over, picking up everything he could reach and throwing it. Chairs smashed on the ground, tables were knocked over and broken. At last he sank to the floor of the room, shaking. His mind was still reeling, but his body was exhausted. He took in the room around him. Everything was in ruins. He wished he could see the look on the professor’s face when he or she saw this. He considered waiting to be found out, intentionally getting a detention, but he thought better of it. He needed to do something reckless.
Sweeping out of the room, he glanced over his shoulder into the entrance hall where he could see her mass of curls bouncing jovially out the door followed by Potter’s messy hair and Weasley’s ginger. Jealousy bloomed inside him. How could she be so dispassionate with him and then so delightful with the man who had so many times stomped on her heart? Hadn’t he been there for her when he hadn’t? Hadn’t he been a distraction for her when Weasley was a prick? Did he deserve this callous treatment from her when he’d been nothing but pleasant to her for the past month?
He flew down the passageway toward the dungeons. He knew there was someone who could always serve as a distraction for him. Someone whose desperation to feel wanted overrode any morals she once had.
Pansy.
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Draco lay casually on the bed watching with little interest as Pansy slowly walked about the room gathering her clothes. He felt surprisingly better after his release. He could probably survive the month without Hermione, he thought optimistically.
“Is this how it’s going to be, Draco?” Pansy’s voice sounded, startling Draco out of his thoughts.
“Hmm?”
“Is this how it’s going to be every time she breaks your heart?” Pansy asked straightening her shirt and turning to look at him, her dark eyes penetrating him.
“What are you talking about, Pansy?” Draco scoffed.
“I’m not stupid, Draco. I may not be as smart as SHE is but I wasn’t born yesterday.”
“What?”
Pansy threw down her bag and laughed. “You know, Draco. I’ve heard a lot of things out of you when we’ve been going at it but moaning some other girls name, especially HER name, is definitely a new one.”
Draco looked at her incredulously. “I didn’t…”
“I don’t know how it happened and I don’t really want to. But it isn’t fair to her for you to run to me every time you’re pissy. You’re in love with her.” She said before leaving Draco alone on his bed with a new realization.
He was in love with Hermione Granger.
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