Mistaken - jaded_icy_rose
Title: Mistaken
Author: Raven jaded_icy_rose
Rating: R
Warnings: Language
Summary: After one night of pure passion, they wake up together. Chapter Eight: Hermione recieves a letter from a friend, while Draco remembers things about their past.
Disclaimer: Nope. Again, not mine...*sighs* Oh how I wish...
A/N: This is a short update but I'm working on the next chapter ASAP. ^_^ Enjoy.
Hermione felt the knot in her stomach tighten as she read over the parchment she had in front of her. For the past week she’d been avoiding things, more importantly, people. One specific person she’d been adamant on avoiding had been one of her best friends, Harry. She sighed as she looked over towards the bed she’d crawled out of just minutes before. She was back in her shorts and t-shirt that had been thrown on the floor from earlier the night before.
Draco’s arm was still draped over the spot where she had been lying. And the blankets still covered his body completely, Hermione was thankful for that good grace. The winter had come and slammed them with cold air and harsh winds. She gave Esperanza another affectionate pet before she handed her another treat as the owl looked towards her. When Hermione drew her hand away from Esperanza, the black owl stretched out her winds and shook them, trying to get the remaining snow off of her as she warmed by the roaring fire. Hermione knew that she was going to have to face Harry sooner or later, she had just preferred that it had been at the wedding, and not before.
Hermione,
I hope this letter finds you well. I’ve been looking for you and had even stopped by your apartment but the landlady told me you had moved out. Moved where? I was sure that she had to be mistaken - until she mentioned that a young and handsome blonde bloke had helped you move your things out.
Please tell me what’s going on Hermione.
I know that it’s really none of my business but it’s hard to believe that you are actually seeing Draco Malfoy. I just need to hear it from you, I guess. It’s something that has to come from you before I actually believe it. I’m not going to tell you who you can and cannot see, hell, I can’t even expect you to tell me any of this stuff. I guess I just need to hear it from you and that I’ll trust whatever decisions you make.
Just let me know if you’re going to meet me. I miss hanging out with you, Hermione.
-Harry
Hermione wasn’t sure what it was she wanted to do. She wanted to go see Harry but at the same time she didn’t want to feel like she was being sent before a firing squad. The last thing she wanted to have to do was answer questions about why she was dating who she was dating or what she found attractive to Draco.
Mostly because she hadn’t figured it out herself.
It annoyed her to think that she’d been seeing Draco for a week and still had no idea why she really was. Except that it was all-fake. She had to remind herself of that daily. It wasn’t that she wanted to always wake up in Draco’s arms, it was that she had to tell herself that she couldn’t fall for him, because it wouldn’t be returned.
With a small sigh, Hermione sat down and began to write back to Harry.
Harry,
I’m not sure what all I can say that you’ll actually want to hear. I don’t know if I can bear to meet with you, much less tell you face to face that I am dating Draco. We’ve been together for a few weeks now and it seems like no one understands that I really do like him.
I’ll see you at the wedding, that is, if I’m still invited.
-Hermione
Biting the inside of her cheek, Hermione wondered if she should add more that was before she felt two hands begin to rub her shoulders. She leaned into Draco’s hands as he began to massage her neck and shoulders.
“Mmm, did I tell you that I love it when you do that?” She whispered softly. Looking up towards him, Hermione noticed that his hair was shaggy from the pillows that he had buried his head into. Both had been exhausted when they finally curled up with one another to sleep. Smiling, she stood up slowly, leaving the letter on the table. “Mornin’, would you like some tea?” She asked, motioning towards the cup that was on the table. She had made some when she’d first gotten up that morning, just before she’d found Harry’s letter.
“Love? Need I remind you that neither of us are aiming for a loving relationship out of this?” Draco murmured as he pulled her body against his, kissing her neck softly. Hermione nodded a bit as she pulled away from him.
“I know. But it doesn’t hurt to be nice.” She replied. Hermione leaned up and kissed him softly as she turned to walk towards his kitchen area, pouring Draco a cup of tea. When she turned to hand it to him, she noticed that he was looking over her letter to Harry that she had left on the desk. As she walked towards him, holding the cup in her hands carefully she watched him as he turned towards her.
“What’s this?” He asked her quietly.
“It’s a letter to a friend, Draco.” Draco smirked a bit as he looked down a moment and crossed his arms.
“I can tell that. What I mean is what is it doing here? Did Potter write to you, wondering if you were right in the head? You should meet with him so it’s more convincing for the wedding.” Draco laughed to himself, seeming to think that the idea of Potter wondering if Hermione was actually suffering mentally was funny. Hermione stared at him a moment before she realized that he was kidding. She let a small smile cross over her face before shaking her head.
“No. It’s just checking up on a friend, that’s all.” Hermione looked away from him as she walked towards the window. Draco rolled his eyes, crumpling up a spare piece of parchment, he started tossing it between his hands. Looking down she turned away from Draco, “Tell me something, Draco. Are you only doing this, so you can sleep with me?”
Draco stopped tossing the parchment as he met Hermione’s gaze as she turned around. Putting the wadded up paper on the table he shrugged as he stretched his arms behind him, his back was sore.
“How do you want me to answer that, Granger? Nicely? Because if I do, then that just might be considered lying to you.” He crossed his arms as he met her gaze and didn’t hide what he wanted from her. It was obvious to Hermione that Draco wanted her for nothing more than sex, and it hurt her to see that in his eyes.
As Draco watched her, he let his mind wander over the past week that they had shared with one another. It was finally nice to have someone that could keep him guessing in the bedroom and in conversations. He wasn’t sure when the last time he’d had an intelligent conversation had been. Anything with Pansy had been...
Draco shuddered at the thought.
Pansy had been nothing other than the occasional screw. Had she found out that Draco had resorted into taking a mudblood into his bed, she’d go crazy. A slow smile crossed Draco’s face as he tried to picture Pansy’s reaction, he wondered what she’d think if he ever told her that the mudblood she had come to despise during their time at Hogwarts, was actually more interesting then her. And that he actually enjoying spending time with her. Draco stopped himself from thinking any further.
It wasn’t until he met Hermione’s saddened gaze that he felt compelled to take her into his arms and make her forget about all the things that had made her cry before. Biting his cheek, Draco pushed back the impulse to insult her. Instead, Draco walked up to her and wrapped his arms around her small figure, putting his hands over hers as she faced the window, her back to him.
“Listen, Hermione…” He started, “I’m not going to tell you that I have any feelings towards you - because I don’t. Not romantically anyway.”
‘Liar, you have come to care for her romantically. That’s why you can’t stop thinking about her.’ Draco told himself, but he wouldn’t admit it to her. Not while she was still in love with the Weasel he wouldn’t, Draco did have standards.
“I know. It’s fine, Draco. I know that you’re only using me because you find me attractive and I’m available right now.” She replied Hermione tried pulling away from him as she reached up to wipe away the tears that clouded her eyes. Draco’s arms tightened around her as he made her turn around to face him.
“The Granger that I know doesn’t cry because some guy tells her that he’s not romantically interested.” He stopped, “Besides, don’t you have that oaf Krum still drooling all over your dainty little feet?” Draco didn’t want to bring Krum up, but he had absolutely no idea how he was supposed to keep Hermione from crying - and bringing up Viktor Krum seemed like the right thing to do.
That was until he heard Hermione sniff and felt her try and pull away again.
“What is it, Granger?” He asked softly. “What’d that Bulgarian idiot do to you?” Draco felt her body tremble between his arms as she buried her face in her hands and refused to look up at him, “Tell me what he did and I promise you he’ll pay. I’ll make him beg for your forgiveness…” Draco trailed off, unsure of where any of the promises he began to declare came from.
It was then that he noticed that Hermione wasn’t sniffling.
She was far from crying, because as she looked up to him and he saw her eyes, he noticed they had no sign of the tears that were there before. No, Hermione wasn’t crying. She was laughing. And it wasn’t a small laugh that she was trying to subdue, she was trying to keep from laughing so hard that Hermione was holding her side because it hurt so much.
“If you’re going to keep laughing at me then you might as well go meet Potter before you start annoying me.” Draco grumbled. Hermione shook her head.
“I’m not trying to laugh, Draco. It’s just, your reaction to asking if Viktor still liked me or not. It was hilarious.” She giggled, “And seriously, Viktor Krum isn’t interested me anymore.” Crossing her arms over her chest, Hermione leaned against the footboard of Draco’s bed. “I don’t know why you would think that he was.” Draco raised a brow as he looked over at her.
“Do you not remember our fourth year?” He asked her softly.
“Of course I remember our fourth year. I remember Harry competing in the Triwizard Tournament, along with your interesting buttons that said that Harry stunk. And I think you went to the Yul-”
“And your S.P.E.W campaign.” Draco cut in. Hermione glanced up at him.
“What did you say?”
“Your little freeing the house elves thing, S.P.E.W, right?” He asked. Hermione blinked a few times before she could comprehend what Draco had been saying to her.
“Well, yeah but how would you know something as silly as that? I gave that up after our sixth year, when we had that shorter year because of…” Hermione stopped after a few moments, remembering that year for Draco. Voldemort had killed Lucius Malfoy and later on, Narcissa had killed herself.
“I remember because I couldn’t keep my mind off of you.” Draco replied, walking away from her as he poured himself a small bit of whiskey into a small glass. He swirled it around before taking a sip from it.
“Draco, you don’t have to make me feel better. We’re both in this thing that we are because we satisfy one another right now…I don’t expect anything from you.” Hermione murmured. She didn’t want to admit to herself that she wanted to be with him. With a small shake of her head she gathered her clothes together and reached out, touching Draco’s shoulder for a moment. “I’m going to meet Harry, you’re right that I should meet him face to face before the wedding.” He only nodded in response as Hermione gave his shoulder a small squeeze and walked to the door, shutting it behind her.
Draco turned to the door as soon as he heard the click and bit the inside of his cheek.
He refused to admit to her that he knew she wore a set of robes that were a periwinkle-blue material and that she had her hair up with small tendrils that surrounded her face. And that he remembered her smile.
~*~
Side Note: The outfit Draco remembers from the Yule Ball is from the book, not the movie.
Author: Raven jaded_icy_rose
Rating: R
Warnings: Language
Summary: After one night of pure passion, they wake up together. Chapter Eight: Hermione recieves a letter from a friend, while Draco remembers things about their past.
Disclaimer: Nope. Again, not mine...*sighs* Oh how I wish...
A/N: This is a short update but I'm working on the next chapter ASAP. ^_^ Enjoy.
Hermione felt the knot in her stomach tighten as she read over the parchment she had in front of her. For the past week she’d been avoiding things, more importantly, people. One specific person she’d been adamant on avoiding had been one of her best friends, Harry. She sighed as she looked over towards the bed she’d crawled out of just minutes before. She was back in her shorts and t-shirt that had been thrown on the floor from earlier the night before.
Draco’s arm was still draped over the spot where she had been lying. And the blankets still covered his body completely, Hermione was thankful for that good grace. The winter had come and slammed them with cold air and harsh winds. She gave Esperanza another affectionate pet before she handed her another treat as the owl looked towards her. When Hermione drew her hand away from Esperanza, the black owl stretched out her winds and shook them, trying to get the remaining snow off of her as she warmed by the roaring fire. Hermione knew that she was going to have to face Harry sooner or later, she had just preferred that it had been at the wedding, and not before.
Hermione,
I hope this letter finds you well. I’ve been looking for you and had even stopped by your apartment but the landlady told me you had moved out. Moved where? I was sure that she had to be mistaken - until she mentioned that a young and handsome blonde bloke had helped you move your things out.
Please tell me what’s going on Hermione.
I know that it’s really none of my business but it’s hard to believe that you are actually seeing Draco Malfoy. I just need to hear it from you, I guess. It’s something that has to come from you before I actually believe it. I’m not going to tell you who you can and cannot see, hell, I can’t even expect you to tell me any of this stuff. I guess I just need to hear it from you and that I’ll trust whatever decisions you make.
Just let me know if you’re going to meet me. I miss hanging out with you, Hermione.
-Harry
Hermione wasn’t sure what it was she wanted to do. She wanted to go see Harry but at the same time she didn’t want to feel like she was being sent before a firing squad. The last thing she wanted to have to do was answer questions about why she was dating who she was dating or what she found attractive to Draco.
Mostly because she hadn’t figured it out herself.
It annoyed her to think that she’d been seeing Draco for a week and still had no idea why she really was. Except that it was all-fake. She had to remind herself of that daily. It wasn’t that she wanted to always wake up in Draco’s arms, it was that she had to tell herself that she couldn’t fall for him, because it wouldn’t be returned.
With a small sigh, Hermione sat down and began to write back to Harry.
Harry,
I’m not sure what all I can say that you’ll actually want to hear. I don’t know if I can bear to meet with you, much less tell you face to face that I am dating Draco. We’ve been together for a few weeks now and it seems like no one understands that I really do like him.
I’ll see you at the wedding, that is, if I’m still invited.
-Hermione
Biting the inside of her cheek, Hermione wondered if she should add more that was before she felt two hands begin to rub her shoulders. She leaned into Draco’s hands as he began to massage her neck and shoulders.
“Mmm, did I tell you that I love it when you do that?” She whispered softly. Looking up towards him, Hermione noticed that his hair was shaggy from the pillows that he had buried his head into. Both had been exhausted when they finally curled up with one another to sleep. Smiling, she stood up slowly, leaving the letter on the table. “Mornin’, would you like some tea?” She asked, motioning towards the cup that was on the table. She had made some when she’d first gotten up that morning, just before she’d found Harry’s letter.
“Love? Need I remind you that neither of us are aiming for a loving relationship out of this?” Draco murmured as he pulled her body against his, kissing her neck softly. Hermione nodded a bit as she pulled away from him.
“I know. But it doesn’t hurt to be nice.” She replied. Hermione leaned up and kissed him softly as she turned to walk towards his kitchen area, pouring Draco a cup of tea. When she turned to hand it to him, she noticed that he was looking over her letter to Harry that she had left on the desk. As she walked towards him, holding the cup in her hands carefully she watched him as he turned towards her.
“What’s this?” He asked her quietly.
“It’s a letter to a friend, Draco.” Draco smirked a bit as he looked down a moment and crossed his arms.
“I can tell that. What I mean is what is it doing here? Did Potter write to you, wondering if you were right in the head? You should meet with him so it’s more convincing for the wedding.” Draco laughed to himself, seeming to think that the idea of Potter wondering if Hermione was actually suffering mentally was funny. Hermione stared at him a moment before she realized that he was kidding. She let a small smile cross over her face before shaking her head.
“No. It’s just checking up on a friend, that’s all.” Hermione looked away from him as she walked towards the window. Draco rolled his eyes, crumpling up a spare piece of parchment, he started tossing it between his hands. Looking down she turned away from Draco, “Tell me something, Draco. Are you only doing this, so you can sleep with me?”
Draco stopped tossing the parchment as he met Hermione’s gaze as she turned around. Putting the wadded up paper on the table he shrugged as he stretched his arms behind him, his back was sore.
“How do you want me to answer that, Granger? Nicely? Because if I do, then that just might be considered lying to you.” He crossed his arms as he met her gaze and didn’t hide what he wanted from her. It was obvious to Hermione that Draco wanted her for nothing more than sex, and it hurt her to see that in his eyes.
As Draco watched her, he let his mind wander over the past week that they had shared with one another. It was finally nice to have someone that could keep him guessing in the bedroom and in conversations. He wasn’t sure when the last time he’d had an intelligent conversation had been. Anything with Pansy had been...
Draco shuddered at the thought.
Pansy had been nothing other than the occasional screw. Had she found out that Draco had resorted into taking a mudblood into his bed, she’d go crazy. A slow smile crossed Draco’s face as he tried to picture Pansy’s reaction, he wondered what she’d think if he ever told her that the mudblood she had come to despise during their time at Hogwarts, was actually more interesting then her. And that he actually enjoying spending time with her. Draco stopped himself from thinking any further.
It wasn’t until he met Hermione’s saddened gaze that he felt compelled to take her into his arms and make her forget about all the things that had made her cry before. Biting his cheek, Draco pushed back the impulse to insult her. Instead, Draco walked up to her and wrapped his arms around her small figure, putting his hands over hers as she faced the window, her back to him.
“Listen, Hermione…” He started, “I’m not going to tell you that I have any feelings towards you - because I don’t. Not romantically anyway.”
‘Liar, you have come to care for her romantically. That’s why you can’t stop thinking about her.’ Draco told himself, but he wouldn’t admit it to her. Not while she was still in love with the Weasel he wouldn’t, Draco did have standards.
“I know. It’s fine, Draco. I know that you’re only using me because you find me attractive and I’m available right now.” She replied Hermione tried pulling away from him as she reached up to wipe away the tears that clouded her eyes. Draco’s arms tightened around her as he made her turn around to face him.
“The Granger that I know doesn’t cry because some guy tells her that he’s not romantically interested.” He stopped, “Besides, don’t you have that oaf Krum still drooling all over your dainty little feet?” Draco didn’t want to bring Krum up, but he had absolutely no idea how he was supposed to keep Hermione from crying - and bringing up Viktor Krum seemed like the right thing to do.
That was until he heard Hermione sniff and felt her try and pull away again.
“What is it, Granger?” He asked softly. “What’d that Bulgarian idiot do to you?” Draco felt her body tremble between his arms as she buried her face in her hands and refused to look up at him, “Tell me what he did and I promise you he’ll pay. I’ll make him beg for your forgiveness…” Draco trailed off, unsure of where any of the promises he began to declare came from.
It was then that he noticed that Hermione wasn’t sniffling.
She was far from crying, because as she looked up to him and he saw her eyes, he noticed they had no sign of the tears that were there before. No, Hermione wasn’t crying. She was laughing. And it wasn’t a small laugh that she was trying to subdue, she was trying to keep from laughing so hard that Hermione was holding her side because it hurt so much.
“If you’re going to keep laughing at me then you might as well go meet Potter before you start annoying me.” Draco grumbled. Hermione shook her head.
“I’m not trying to laugh, Draco. It’s just, your reaction to asking if Viktor still liked me or not. It was hilarious.” She giggled, “And seriously, Viktor Krum isn’t interested me anymore.” Crossing her arms over her chest, Hermione leaned against the footboard of Draco’s bed. “I don’t know why you would think that he was.” Draco raised a brow as he looked over at her.
“Do you not remember our fourth year?” He asked her softly.
“Of course I remember our fourth year. I remember Harry competing in the Triwizard Tournament, along with your interesting buttons that said that Harry stunk. And I think you went to the Yul-”
“And your S.P.E.W campaign.” Draco cut in. Hermione glanced up at him.
“What did you say?”
“Your little freeing the house elves thing, S.P.E.W, right?” He asked. Hermione blinked a few times before she could comprehend what Draco had been saying to her.
“Well, yeah but how would you know something as silly as that? I gave that up after our sixth year, when we had that shorter year because of…” Hermione stopped after a few moments, remembering that year for Draco. Voldemort had killed Lucius Malfoy and later on, Narcissa had killed herself.
“I remember because I couldn’t keep my mind off of you.” Draco replied, walking away from her as he poured himself a small bit of whiskey into a small glass. He swirled it around before taking a sip from it.
“Draco, you don’t have to make me feel better. We’re both in this thing that we are because we satisfy one another right now…I don’t expect anything from you.” Hermione murmured. She didn’t want to admit to herself that she wanted to be with him. With a small shake of her head she gathered her clothes together and reached out, touching Draco’s shoulder for a moment. “I’m going to meet Harry, you’re right that I should meet him face to face before the wedding.” He only nodded in response as Hermione gave his shoulder a small squeeze and walked to the door, shutting it behind her.
Draco turned to the door as soon as he heard the click and bit the inside of his cheek.
He refused to admit to her that he knew she wore a set of robes that were a periwinkle-blue material and that she had her hair up with small tendrils that surrounded her face. And that he remembered her smile.
~*~
Side Note: The outfit Draco remembers from the Yule Ball is from the book, not the movie.