Mistaken
Title: Mistaken
Author: jaded_icy_rose
Rating: R
Warnings: Language
Summary: After one night of pure passion, they wake up together. Chapter Eleven: Draco has to answer Hermione's questions about the letter he recieved.
Disclaimer: Totally not mine - *frowns* And it's even an hour away from my birthday. Oh how I wish. And the spell used in this chapter was found on Muggletnet.com - great site.
A/N: Thank you so much for all my reviews! ^_^ I love them. This is a VERY short chapter compared to what I normally do but I just couldn't add a little more to that. Plus, it's my 21st birthday tomorrow, I'm heading to bed because I plan on having fun.
I will be updating soon - so long as writer's block stays away. But yeah, I WILL be adding. ^_^
Enjoy!
Draco stared at Hermione, his mouth slightly open as he tried to figure out what the hell he was going to say to her. When he turned away from her for a brief moment, she grabbed his shoulder and dug her nails in.
“Ow, okay.” Draco growled. “What is with the nails?” He demanded.
“I’m trying to get your attention, Draco. Now tell me, what is this letter about?” Hermione said, pushing him back against the wall. Draco raised a brow.
“Can you not read, Granger? The letter explains everything.” He brushed by her, getting himself away from the wall, “It says that my Mum didn’t kill herself. That’s obvious enough.” He crossed his arms and leaned against the wall away from her. Hermione sighed as she looked down, putting the letter down.
“Then why is my name on it?” Hermione demanded, crossing her arms. Draco shrugged as he glanced up towards her.
“If I knew that don’t you think I would’ve already told you?” Draco laughed a bit as she closed her mouth and kept from saying anything more. He got her to at least shut up. “It was handed to me last night after I left you at that pub. I went into The Leaky Cauldron and some waitress handed it to me. What was I supposed to do? Run home and tell you as if you my little wife?”
Hermione took a few moments and sighed as she bit her lip, crossing her arms she moved them up and down her sides as if trying to warm up. With a sigh, she turned away from Draco and sat down as she rested her head against her hands.
“Who was it from?” She asked quietly. Draco stared at her a moment before rolling his eyes as he walked in front of her.
“And the stupidest question asked tonight goes to...” Draco trailed off, “Don’t you think that I’d have found them already and asked them what the hell they’re talking about if I knew who sent this?”
Hermione nodded as she glanced up towards Draco who stood by the window. He wasn’t paying attention to her; he was just staring out towards the city. Outside, families were getting ready for Christmas, people were working and lovers were holding one another tightly as the both wished that morning had never come.
“What are you going to do?” Hermione murmured softly as she pulled her legs up against her body. Draco turned, the sun shining against half of his face. Squinting a bit, he moved away from the sunlight, Draco shrugged his shoulders.
“I was going to trying and figure that out last night, but I uh, got distracted.” Draco smirked a little as he sat next to Hermione, pulling her into his lap. “But I’m not complaining if that’s what you think.” He leaned in and kissed her softly, cupping her face as he pulled her closer to him. “I had a damn good reason for pushing it back.”
Hermione smiled as she kissed him back gently, wrapping her arms around his neck. Slowly, she turned, straddling him as she pressed her hips against his. Draco moved his hands under her shirt, smiling a little as he gently nipped her neck.
Tilting her head to the side, Hermione ran her fingers through his hair at the nape of his neck. As she leaned back and kissed his lips gently. Reaching back, she grabbed his hands, pinning his hands behind him.
“That still doesn’t tell me why you didn’t tell me that my name is on it.” She stated. Glaring towards him, Hermione smirked as she grabbed her wand and stood up. “Incarcerous,” She muttered.
Draco was then tied by his hands by two ropes that appeared out of no where. He looked up, shooting a glare towards Hermione.
“What the bloody hell do you think you’re doing?” He growled, straining against the ropes that ties him up. Hermione grinned and sat down in front of him for a moment, looking into her eyes.
“I’m going to leave you here until you answer me, Draco. I want to know why you hadn’t told me about the letter - at all. I think I have a right to know.” She said, leaning back as she crossed her legs.
“Screw that shit.” Draco sneered, “Fucking let me go.” He demanded. Hermione laughed and shook her head as she leaned back, putting her weight on her hands as she leaned against the table.
“I don’t think so, Malfoy.” She smiled a little
“Oh, so now we’re back on the name calling, eh?” Draco tilted his head, “Tell me again why it is that I told you I loved you? I don’t really think I meant it.” He finished. Hermione’s eyes widened and she pushed Draco back against the couch. He winced as he hit his shoulder on the side and then started laughing a bit. “Didn’t like that one did you?”
“Shut it, Malfoy.” Hermione covered his mouth. “Just answer the question, and I’ll let you go. Why weren’t you going to tell me?” When she pulled her hand away, Draco rolled his eyes.
“Who the hell told you that I wasn’t going to tell you? Because I know it wasn’t me.” Draco muttered, “Besides, what makes it your business? I think you need to read it again, Granger. It says that if I’m not careful then you might be in trouble. I’m going to be careful; therefore you have nothing to worry about.” Draco said, a bit of ego hinted in his voice. Hermione rolled her eyes as she crossed her arms, staring him down as she remained on the table.
“Just like an idiot man.” She muttered. Draco raised a brow.
“Hey, what’s that all about?” He asked, leaning back as Hermione stood up and walked out of the room. Draco frowned, “Uh, Hermione, do you plan on lettin’ me out of here anytime soon?” He heard the click of the door. “Hermione?”
Author: jaded_icy_rose
Rating: R
Warnings: Language
Summary: After one night of pure passion, they wake up together. Chapter Eleven: Draco has to answer Hermione's questions about the letter he recieved.
Disclaimer: Totally not mine - *frowns* And it's even an hour away from my birthday. Oh how I wish. And the spell used in this chapter was found on Muggletnet.com - great site.
A/N: Thank you so much for all my reviews! ^_^ I love them. This is a VERY short chapter compared to what I normally do but I just couldn't add a little more to that. Plus, it's my 21st birthday tomorrow, I'm heading to bed because I plan on having fun.
I will be updating soon - so long as writer's block stays away. But yeah, I WILL be adding. ^_^
Enjoy!
Draco stared at Hermione, his mouth slightly open as he tried to figure out what the hell he was going to say to her. When he turned away from her for a brief moment, she grabbed his shoulder and dug her nails in.
“Ow, okay.” Draco growled. “What is with the nails?” He demanded.
“I’m trying to get your attention, Draco. Now tell me, what is this letter about?” Hermione said, pushing him back against the wall. Draco raised a brow.
“Can you not read, Granger? The letter explains everything.” He brushed by her, getting himself away from the wall, “It says that my Mum didn’t kill herself. That’s obvious enough.” He crossed his arms and leaned against the wall away from her. Hermione sighed as she looked down, putting the letter down.
“Then why is my name on it?” Hermione demanded, crossing her arms. Draco shrugged as he glanced up towards her.
“If I knew that don’t you think I would’ve already told you?” Draco laughed a bit as she closed her mouth and kept from saying anything more. He got her to at least shut up. “It was handed to me last night after I left you at that pub. I went into The Leaky Cauldron and some waitress handed it to me. What was I supposed to do? Run home and tell you as if you my little wife?”
Hermione took a few moments and sighed as she bit her lip, crossing her arms she moved them up and down her sides as if trying to warm up. With a sigh, she turned away from Draco and sat down as she rested her head against her hands.
“Who was it from?” She asked quietly. Draco stared at her a moment before rolling his eyes as he walked in front of her.
“And the stupidest question asked tonight goes to...” Draco trailed off, “Don’t you think that I’d have found them already and asked them what the hell they’re talking about if I knew who sent this?”
Hermione nodded as she glanced up towards Draco who stood by the window. He wasn’t paying attention to her; he was just staring out towards the city. Outside, families were getting ready for Christmas, people were working and lovers were holding one another tightly as the both wished that morning had never come.
“What are you going to do?” Hermione murmured softly as she pulled her legs up against her body. Draco turned, the sun shining against half of his face. Squinting a bit, he moved away from the sunlight, Draco shrugged his shoulders.
“I was going to trying and figure that out last night, but I uh, got distracted.” Draco smirked a little as he sat next to Hermione, pulling her into his lap. “But I’m not complaining if that’s what you think.” He leaned in and kissed her softly, cupping her face as he pulled her closer to him. “I had a damn good reason for pushing it back.”
Hermione smiled as she kissed him back gently, wrapping her arms around his neck. Slowly, she turned, straddling him as she pressed her hips against his. Draco moved his hands under her shirt, smiling a little as he gently nipped her neck.
Tilting her head to the side, Hermione ran her fingers through his hair at the nape of his neck. As she leaned back and kissed his lips gently. Reaching back, she grabbed his hands, pinning his hands behind him.
“That still doesn’t tell me why you didn’t tell me that my name is on it.” She stated. Glaring towards him, Hermione smirked as she grabbed her wand and stood up. “Incarcerous,” She muttered.
Draco was then tied by his hands by two ropes that appeared out of no where. He looked up, shooting a glare towards Hermione.
“What the bloody hell do you think you’re doing?” He growled, straining against the ropes that ties him up. Hermione grinned and sat down in front of him for a moment, looking into her eyes.
“I’m going to leave you here until you answer me, Draco. I want to know why you hadn’t told me about the letter - at all. I think I have a right to know.” She said, leaning back as she crossed her legs.
“Screw that shit.” Draco sneered, “Fucking let me go.” He demanded. Hermione laughed and shook her head as she leaned back, putting her weight on her hands as she leaned against the table.
“I don’t think so, Malfoy.” She smiled a little
“Oh, so now we’re back on the name calling, eh?” Draco tilted his head, “Tell me again why it is that I told you I loved you? I don’t really think I meant it.” He finished. Hermione’s eyes widened and she pushed Draco back against the couch. He winced as he hit his shoulder on the side and then started laughing a bit. “Didn’t like that one did you?”
“Shut it, Malfoy.” Hermione covered his mouth. “Just answer the question, and I’ll let you go. Why weren’t you going to tell me?” When she pulled her hand away, Draco rolled his eyes.
“Who the hell told you that I wasn’t going to tell you? Because I know it wasn’t me.” Draco muttered, “Besides, what makes it your business? I think you need to read it again, Granger. It says that if I’m not careful then you might be in trouble. I’m going to be careful; therefore you have nothing to worry about.” Draco said, a bit of ego hinted in his voice. Hermione rolled her eyes as she crossed her arms, staring him down as she remained on the table.
“Just like an idiot man.” She muttered. Draco raised a brow.
“Hey, what’s that all about?” He asked, leaning back as Hermione stood up and walked out of the room. Draco frowned, “Uh, Hermione, do you plan on lettin’ me out of here anytime soon?” He heard the click of the door. “Hermione?”