The night of Draco's gala party arrived a lot quicker than Hermione had expected. Ginny had received an extended invitation to the part, apparently Draco had showed up at the Ministry extending her and Harry to the gala, along with Ron and Lavender. So they had decided to prepare together. After a couple hours of excruciating preparation later, they had gotten themselves properly clothed and ready and were waiting for Harry, Ron and Lavender to arrive. Seeing as his family was hosting the event, Draco was ordered to stay the entire evening, and would not be able to pick Hermione up at her flat. With how many times he had angered his mother and father recently, Draco decided to go along with their wishes.. So, much to Hermione's large chagrin, she was the fifth wheel on the way there. Oh how lovely. But, they were flooing, so it wasn't like it would be that long of an awkward meeting.
"All set ladies?" Harry called from outside the bathroom.
The girls looked themselves up and down, then shouted in unision that they were.
They walked in the living room to see Harry, Ron and Lavender waiting.
Hermione felt pride rise in her when she saw Ron's eyebrows rise when he saw her. She knew she wasn't any percent veela, but she still cleaned up nicely. It also didn't hurt her ego when she saw how large Lavender had gotten. Hermione guessed she was around eight months it - show showed it.
Lavender noticed Ron's reaction - she wasn't pleased.
"Shall we go then?" Harry asked. He wasn't excited about this event, but was willing to attend for Hermione's.
They all agreed that they were ready to go and headed out. Healer Styles had given Lavender the o.k. to floo, so they, one at a time, made their way to the manor. They were ready for a night they'd remember forever.
A few moments after they had agreed it was time to go, they were suddenly in the midst of the Malfoy Manor.
The four of them formed a tight knit group immediately - all feeling out of place in such a large, extravagant manor.
"So are you and Draco going to move in in here together when Mr. Malfoy croaks and Mrs. Malfoy flees?" Ron asked, trying to break the ice.
Hermione laughed nervously, "Doubt it, Ronald"
This silly comment made them slightly more at ease, who whatever reason.
They'd stressed about this event, they certainly were not in Draco's inner circles.
The group peered around nervously, although less nervously than before, taking in the scenery. This was the first time since their horcrux hunting days that they'd been in the man, Ron, Hermione, and Harry that is. This couldn't be a worse experience than that. Right?
They saw several familiar faces amid the crowd" Daphne and Astoria Greengrass, Blaise Zabini and the oaf, Goyle. And several other pure blood families dressed in their finest attire.
The house was decorated in silver and green - typical. There were extravagant tapestries, pictures and sitting places. It was the most extravagant place they knew, next to Hogwarts.
It was at this moment she guests began to suddenly notice that the group was there, Hermione in particular. Most everyone had heard she was dating Draco, and most didn't seem particularly pleased about it, given her blood status. Suddenly, all eyes seemed trained on her and most conversations started revolving around her. Lucky her?
Hermione wanted to scream at them to mind their own bloody business, but she bit her tongue. She was determined to be the bigger person here.
The words mudblood, blood traitor and saint potter met her ears, making her cringe.
"Just ignore them," Harry advised.
Hermione nodded, "I will. I'm not a child anymore, unlike them."
"You look gorgeous," Draco whispered, appearing suddenly behind her. He kissed her gently.
"Thanks, Draco," Hermione sighed, smiling to herself.
Ron and Harry laughed upon hearing her call him Draco instead of Malfoy. This, to them, was a strangely monumental moment.
"Love, don't forget tonight you're being presented as my girlfriend. When I give you the signal, meet me in the den. I'll explain what to do from there," he said, so low only she could hear the words.
"I haven't forgotten," Hermione sighed, wishing she had. She was not looking forward to this bound-to-be-embarrassing moment.
"Good," he kissed her forehead. "Now, I hate to run off on you, but I'm ordered to be playing host." he snorted and walked off.
"Merlin, you two are like a real couple!" Ron exclaimed.
Hermione and Harry just laughed.
"Um," Lavender said quietly.
They turned to see Lavender, looking pale and sweaty and like she had a very bad headache.
"Lav, are you alright?" Ron asked frantically. "Is it the baby? Merlin, are you having it now?!"
Lavender rolled her eyes, "No, I'm not. I need to find a bathroom, get some air for a minute. See you later."
She kissed Ron on the cheek and took off running.
"That was strange," Ron said, his eyebrows knitting together.
'Ron," Ginny sighed, with a smirk, "She's strange!"
He laughed, "The sad thing is that I can't even argue!"
Over the next couple hours, Hermione endured many cold glances, rude comments and a lot of glares. The only people that wanted her there were Ginny, Draco, Ron and Harry. It wasn't the best feeling, but she didn't care too much. The deejay had been playing dance songs for a while, but now he had just announced a 'couple dance', much to her chagrin, since Draco was nowhere to be seen.
She took a seat at a table, watching couples pull each other close and sway to the music.
"Care for a dance?"
Hermione spun around to see Draco, offering her a rose, "I'd be delighted."
He took her hand and spun her out on to the dance floor, They moved to the music, a slow song, swaying together effortlessly.
"Are you having an alright evening?" Draco whispered in to her ear, before spinning her out then back to him.
"It's been wonderful," Hermione admitted, "Although, I don't think your family is thrilled that I'm here."
Draco's mouth formed in to a single line, "Don't worry about them. They're just jealous that they aren't young, beautiful and in love. Don't let their miserable attitudes get to you."
This made Hermione feel a bit better, "I don't let things get to me that easily."
He spun her around once more as the music slowly stopped, "I know you don't." He whispered the words then kissed her lightly. "I have to go make the final preparations for your introduction.," He kissed her hand, "See you in ten?"
"In ten." Hermione agreed, her head spinning.
Hermione swayed for a moment. In ten minutes she would be introduced as the girlfriend of Draco Malfoy. This made her nerves go crazy. She found Harry, Ginny and Ron chattering away. To her surprise, Ron's Babymama (she wasn't sure what Lavender was to him) was not there. She started up a conversation that was running quite smoothly, especially given Ron's presence. They were even enjoying each other's company. Maybe they could be friends? Hermione would definitely think it over later.
"Enjoying yourself, are we?" A voice sneered.
The entire group turned and saw the pug face of Pansy Parkinson looking at them.
"I'm having a good time," Hermione answered, crossing her arms.
"Enjoy it while it lasts, it won't be much longer until you," she pointed at her, "are nothing, but history. And not good history either" she snorted, a rather gross, unpleasant sound.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Just that your time in the spotlight as Draco's girlfriend is just about burned out. He gets bored easily, likes to change it up. He doesn't stick with one girl for very long," She looked up at Ron and snorted, "Just ask Lavender."
This caught all of their attention.
"Lavender?" They all said, much to her amusement.
"Ah, so it seems like your," she pointed to Ron and Hermione, "partners have kept some rather important information to themselves."
"Draco and Lavender would never be together," Hermione argued. "They have nothing in common!"
"Neither do you two," Pansy retorted. "Desperate times call for desperate measures. Neither of them were getting anywhere in the search for a partner and so they took solace in each other's desperate company. They weren't in love or anything though, as if. Their relationship was a secret anyhow, and just a physical one at that." Pansy snorted again.
This was news none of them saw coming.
"I don't believe you," Hermione argued, although she secretly did.
"Just ask him. Or her, but I doubt she'll tell you the truth. Where is lovely miss Lavender anyhow?"
"She went to the bathroom, needed some air," Ron clarified.
"Who seeks air in the lavatory?"
This was a good point.
"Is it any of your concern?" Hermione sneered.
"It has to do with Draco," she answered.
"So, everything involving him is my business, we're meant to be. Despite what you and Lavender think."
"First of all," Hermione growls, "He doesn't love you, he never really did. Second of all, that Lavender thing is a plot. A big, fat ploy."
"Oh it is?"
Hermione nodded vigorously.
"Then where did I get this?"
She conjures a picture using her wand and hands it to Hermione, who had Ron, Harry and Ginny peering over her shoulder, "Tell me now that they weren't involved.
There, in the picture, was a moving image of Draco and Lavender with their tongues down each other's throats.
Hermione and Ron's stomachs sank, "This is fake."
"Moving pictures are never fake." Pansy said smugly.
Sadly, it was true.
"See? This was only a few months ago and now he's 'in love' with you. He doesn't stick with girls long - except for me. He comes back to me, always. Better not get used to having him with his arm around you, it won't last. Besides, you're a mudblood, he'd never stay with one of those. It's like he's the lion tamer and you're the hoop. You're pointless, but he seems to be able to manipulate you to get what you want, so I guess that's why he's with you, huh? He's not your type, darling. May as well, leave him before you get hurt. Believe me."
With that, Pansy trotted off, clearly happy with herself.
Don't worry about Little Miss Pugface," Ginny said, clearly seeing how upset Hermione was.
"I think I'm going to go find Draco now," Hermione announced. "It about time I did that anyhow."
She took off, pushing through the crowds annoyed guests until she found a hallway that branched off in to other hallways. The rumors of how big the manor was, weren't lies. The placed was bigger than she remembered.
Eventually, she saw a room with a light coming from beneath the door. The hallway was spooky - she hoped (very muchly) that Draco was waiting for her in that particular room.
"Draco?" Hermione whispered, mainly to ease the chills of her spine from the exploration of the rather creepy manor.
She pushed open the door to scan the room for her boyfriend and immediately let out a desperate scream. She felt her heart wrench in her chest and her eyes flooded with tears. To her utmost horror, there was Draco with his lips caressing the short, brunette, pug-faced creature that was Pansy Parkinson. It felt like she had watched them for hours, when in reality it had only been a few seconds.
They both heard the noise and jumped apart from each other, letting their eyes meet Hermione's. Draco paled and he gulped, his mouth dropping open. Pansy, on the other hand, pulled her face in to a smug smile, clearly happy with the job she had done.
"'Mione," Draco said, pleading evident in his voice, "It's not what it-"
The tears in her eyes clouded her vision to the extent that she couldn't see either of them, except for blurry figures, but that didn't stop her from cutting him off. "Don't you dare say 'it's not what it looks like'!" Her throat was already choking up.
She felt like the room was suddenly three times smaller. The walls seemed closer to her and it was suddenly very hot. She couldn't hardly breath. Everyone had been right about him all along, she truly should never have trusted him. She wanted to slap herself over and over for being so bloody stupid and not seeing this coming. She had fallen right in to his trap and she knew it. This must have been his plan from the beginning.
"'Mione, let me explain," Draco pleaded. He rushed up to her and grabbed a hand which she took away from him.
"You were playing me," she gasped, tears falling from her face uncontrollably. She had promised herself long ago to never let him see her cry - see her as weak - but at this moment, she couldn't help it. "You were playing me the whole time."
She hadn't wanted to believe Pansy's words from before, but now she knew that they were true. They had to be true.
"I wasn't! You have to believe me!" Draco said, begging. "Like I'd ever want to be with that," he growled in disgust pointing towards an offended looking Pansy.
"NO!" Hermione shouted, backing away. "Why should I believe anything you tell me?"
"Because I love you!"
Hermione snorted through her tears, "Yeah, and Albus Dumbledore is the lead singer in a rock band!"
"I do love you, 'Mione!" Draco argued. "Why must you be so bloody thick that you can't see that?"
He kicked at the wall, a large hole forming in to it, "She came on to me, not the other way around!"
"Either way, you were kissing her! You pulled away because I was there, not because you didn't want to shove your tongue down her wretched throat!"
At this point, Pansy had taken a seat and was clearly enjoying being, in her mind, fought over. She'd wanted Draco since they were young students and now she would finally have him all to herself.
"I...I don't know why I didn't pull away!" Draco said, knowing how stupid it sounded, "I just wasn't thinking, I suppose!"
"No, I guess you weren't!" Hermione retorted. "You're just like Ron, you know!"
He narrowed his eyes, "I am in no way like that cheating, pathetic, blood traitor, worm of a man."
The next thing he knew, he was cradling the side of his face after Hermione slapped it with all of her might, "Don't say those things about him."
He met her eyes after several moments of looking at the floor, "I should've known all along that you still loved him. Who's playing who, huh?! You wanted to hurt him by using me in the first place."
"And it ruddy well evolved in to a real relationship! It became about more than making him jealous! I guess you're too daft to see it, but I love you."
He thought this over for a minute, "I'm sorry about what I said about Weasel."
He didn't sound sorry for what he said, only sorry that it got him slapped.
Hermione scoffed, not believing it, "Whatever. I'm just sorry I trusted you, you proved me wrong."
"'Mione wait!" Draco called after her as she stormed out of the room.
He followed her out and was shocked to see she was already down halfway down the long hallway, "Please!"
She spun around, her hair following behind her, her eyes bulging. "We are OVER, Draco Malfoy. I never wish to speak to you again." Tears were still in her eyes, although at this moment, she was more angry. His remarks about her friend really hurt her.
"I didn't kiss her!" Draco shouted down the hall, "She kissed me!"
"And you kissed her right back!" Hermione retorted, "Thus, it still bloody well counts!"
"Please, let me tell my side of the story and stop being so bloody melodramatic!"
"I saw you're side of the story. It was intertwined with her side. You two were kissing, that's all I need to know! Kissing is cheating, Malfoy!"
"I'll call you by whatever name I ruddy well want to call you, Malfoy! This game is over, you win! I lose! Are you happy now? Now you can go live your stupid life with Mrs. Pug-face and I'll just try and forget," she had to sniff back some tears, "that all this happened."
"Quit calling me that! Go back to your girlfriend, her tongue is probably missing you!" She cried and stormed out.
He didn't know whether to follow her or to let her go and cool off, but he quickly decided that if he didn't go after her, that their relationship would for sure be over.
He ran as fast as he could, forgetting he had magic, down the hallways, but she was no where to be seen.
Hermione wound through hallways, not remembering which way she came, just following the sound of voices. Everyone had been right about him - he was still the slimy git that he was in their school days, she'd just been too blind to notice.
After a couple confusing moments maneuvering the twists and turns of the Malfoy Manor hallways, Hermione found herself in the midst of the part. Her face was already beginning to turn red and blotchy and her hair was frizzing wildly. Having not brought a wand, and being a lousy state of mind to properly apparate, she knew she had to find Ginny and get out of there. If only she'd had a wand, he'd have been hexed in to oblivion. All she could think of, though, was getting out of that horrible house and forgetting that Draco Malfoy even existed. Her heart had been shattered twice in the past year, further than she'd ever thought possible. She always held a guard over her heart to avoid getting her, and this was why.
Harry and Ginny were seemingly in a deep conversation with Ron, and at the moment, Hermione didn't care of the fact that the red headed male Weasley was there.
Ron was the first to notice Hermione's entrance, and the fact that she had clearly been crying, "'Mione, what's wrong?" He asked, walking quickly up to her with Ginny and Harry quickly following.
Hermione shook her head, "Get me out of here." She cried.
Harry, Ginny and Ron looked between each other, clearly confused, this was a side of Hermione they were not used to seeing.
"Dr...Draco...ki...kissed...Pansy." She sobbed, "I have...to...go."
Hermione was a tough young woman, always had been. She was bright and not one to back down to a challenge - always one to prove her worth. Seeing her sobbing and crying was not a normal thing to see.
Ginny pulled her in to a hug and pulled her wand from her boot, "I got this guys." She said, cradling Hermione, and she apparated to Hermione's flat, knowing she had to get away from there.
"That little..." Ron trailed off, "He's got some nerve."
In a sea of irony, the blonde head of Draco Malfoy appeared beside them in an instant. He appeared out of breath and his face was pinkened, "Where'sermione?" He slurred, gasping fro breath. He'd clearly been running.
"Why you little..." Ron yelled.
Before Harry could stop him, Ron had grabbed Malfoy by the collar and was shoving him against the wall, yelling all sorts of unmentionable insults at him.
"Ron!" Harry shouted as heads began to turn in their directions.
"How dare you!" Ron screamed, pushing him further in to the wall, "You rotten little git!"
"Put me down, Weasel!" Draco screamed back, although not nearly as loud considering he had a hand pushed in to his throat.
"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't hex you in to oblivion?" Ron growled, pulling his wand from his coat pocket and pointing it at him.
"Because if you don't release my son this instant I'll have you in Azkaban where you belong," the cold voice of Lucius Malfoy sneered.
Ron growled, "What's to say I don't care?"
"A Weasley against a Malfoy? I'd love to know who would win that match," Mr. Malfoy sneered. "Now put him down right this instant."
"Or what?" Ron shouted, feeling very hero-ish.
"We just discussed this, Weasley." Lucius growled, "I know you blood traitors I thick, but I never assumed you would be that daft."
"Sweetie!" the tiny voice of Narcissa Malfoy said as she took her place beside her husband. She was clearly upset about seeing her son pinned against the wall.
At this point, Ron was holding him there simply with his wand, not with his hands.
"Expelliarmus!" This voice didn't come from a Malfoy - it came from Harry.
Draco squirmed out from under the arm of Ron, rather awkwardly, and went to the other side of the room.
"Coward!" Ron screamed before rounding on Harry, "What are you playing at?"
"Ron, he's not worth it. Believe me, I want to hex him too, but this isn't right. Hermione needs us right now, we can deal with the worthless git later."
Ron wasn't sure about this, but he went a long with it, "You're lucky Mummy and Daddy were here to save you , ferret!" Ron shouted.
"I can handle myself, Weasel." He growled, moving towards Ron, which was possibly the worst move he could have possibly made.
"Doubt it,." Ron shouted before punching him so hard he collapsed to the floor. "That's for Hermione."
Harry and Ron turned to leave, but then Ron remembered he had a date, "Wait...where's Lavender?"
"Dunno," Harry admitted.
Draco clambered to his feet, gripping his nose, blood all over his face, "Don't count on finding her," he sneered. "Word is, she skipped out a while ago."
"No one wanted your opinion, ferret." Ron sneered back. "I'll catch up with her alter. I have friends who need me."
"Friends?" Draco scoffed. "Seems to me, you have a bit more than friendship on your mind. I'm going to get her back, mark my words!"
Neither Ron nor Harry bothered wasting their time responding, they just apparated to Hermione's flat. It was true...she needed them.
Draco looked around to see that everyone, and that means everyone was still staring on, "Merlin, get on with your ruddy lives, nothing to see here!" With that he takes out his wand and cleans up with face.
After a couple moments, people started going back to their own little circles, although he knew that every conversation involved him. But, hey, all publicity is good, right?
He looked at his watch and his stomach sank instantly.
The man who was to announce Draco and 'his girl' (Draco was going to introduce her himself) on to the stage was about to speak.
Draco rushed to the newly implanted stage and rushed back behind it.
"And now, please give a warm welcome to the young Mr. Draco Malfoy, as he introduces his girl,"
Draco rolled his eyes, 'What an amateur'. However, he began hearing the sound of applause and knew he needed to go out and clear things up, even before he went to fix things with Hermione. All he could think about was how daft his guests were, since they'd just witnessed the 'fight'.
"Hello, everyone, thank you for coming," he began awkwardly, for once being at a loss for words.
"Now, tonight I was supposed to be introducing you to my lovely girlfriend, but-"
"-She thought she'd do it herself!" He was interrupted as Pansy made her way on to the platform, grinning, and wrapped her arms around him waist, "My name is Pansy Parkinson. And this is my Drakey Wakey!"
There were a few groans and a couple 'awes' from the crowd, although largely they were silent. Draco wanted to rip her arms from him, but refused to cause a further scene.
"Goodnight." Draco said simply and went backstage.
He jerked Pansy so she would face him, holding her by the wrist, "What are you playing at?"
"What do you mean?" She asked with a smirk.
"Why are you trying to break up me and 'Mione?"
"I'm not. I already broke you two up, remember?"
If only he could slap a girl.
"Because, you and I belong together," she said simply. "You can do better than a filthy mudblood..."
Draco's eyes darkened and he tightened his grip on her wrist, "Never call her that again." He growled the words through clenched teeth.
"Ouch! Drakey that hurts!" She whines, jerking her wrist away from him. "Now, if you love her so much than why did she find us kissing?"
"I..." he paused. "Hold on, why were we kissing."
"Cause we're in love."
"Fine, I put a charm on you, well your mouth," she smirked. "It's like they were glued to mine, you couldn't end the kiss, only I could."
"Draco," he heard the voice of his mother behind him.
"Yes, mum?" Draco asked, through clenched teeth.
"I need to talk to you about this evening. And Miss Granger."
"Well," Pansy said cheerfully, "I guess I'll leave you and mummy to talk things over."
With that, Pansy headed for the door, "This isn't over!" he shouted before turning to his mum.
"What is it, Mum? I'm fairly busy." He found a chair and slumped in to it, burying his head in his hands.
"Ill make it quick, sweetie," she said, sitting beside him. "What was that fight about?"
He considered lying, but then thought it wouldn't be worth it the time. She'd be able to tell and then would guilt trip him into telling her what was going on.
"Pansy kissed me and made Hermione think I was cheating on her." That was enough for her to use context clues and figure out the rest.
"Do you love this Hermione girl?" She asked quietly.
"More than anything," he answered honestly.
"Than you know," she sighed, "You're going to have to convince her that it meant nothing and that you love her."
He shrugged, "I don't know if it's going to help, mum."
"Draco, you'll never know if you don't try. If you love this girl, you'll make it work." Leaving it at that she got up to leave, "I know you'll do the right thing."
He pulled his head further in to his lap.
How could he do the right thing if he didn't know what to do?
"I feel so stupid!" Hermione cried as Ginny held her head in her hands.
"It's not your fault, Hun. He had several of us fooled." This might not have been the best thing to say, but it was all she could think up of.
"I hate him," Hermione sobbed. "He's such a lousy, little git. He hasn't changed at all."
"He is," Ginny agreed, patting her head delicately, "don't blame yourself though! You had no way of knowing what he would do. This is not your fault, 'Mione."
"I know," Hermione sniffed. "But this situation, overall, is all my fault."
"The fight Ronald and I had, the night he met up with Lavender,...it was all my fault. I don't remember what it was about, but I remember I picked the fight. If I hadn't...he wouldn't have ever left...then none of this would have happened!"
She was now sobbing again.
Ginny wanted to hex the heck out of Malfoy at this moment. He had truly done something to Hermione, she wasn't the person she once was.
"How can you say that, 'Mione? You had no way of knowing any of this would happen!" She rocked her friend to the side. "You can't control Ron or Draco or Lavender...only you. Do not blame yourself for this!"
Hermione nodded, "Guess you're right."
They were silent for a minute.
"Gin? I'm sorry...but I really think I'd like to be alone right now." She wiped tears from her face and pulled herself away from her friend.
"'Mione, are you sure?"
She nodded, "Yes."
Ginny obliged, despite some misgivings, and headed towards the fireplace. Hermione had sent Ron and Harry away just about as soon as they'd gotten there, and so she would be going back to Harry's flat to meet up with them. They had packing to do anyway.
Hermione curled up on the sofa, hugging her knees, a blank stare in her eyes.
"Oh and 'Mione?"
Hermione looked up through clearly pained eyes.
"Promise me that you won't go back to Malfoy?"
"Seriously. I'm sure he's going to try and convince you it was an accident or a ruddy mistake. Just, don't let it get to you. I want you to be happy, and you aren't happy when you're with him. You get happy for a little while, then something happens.
"No worries Gin," Hermione sniffed. "As far as I'm concerned, there is no such thing as a Malfoy."
"Get some rest, Hun," Ginny smiled faintly. "I'll come by and see you tomorrow, make sure you're doing all right."
Ginny flooed away leaving Hermione alone.
Twenty four hours ago she was in love with her childhood enemy. Now said enemy had humiliated her and broken her heart. Not to mention, he had an apparent fling with Lavender, which was definitly a turn off.
She hadn't lied to Ginny with what she said. The Granger-Malfoy love affair was over. Of that much she was sure.
A/N Everyone, please lower your wands! Don't wanna wind up in Azkaban, now do we? I know there'll probably be a bunch of people screaming "NO! THEY CAN'T BREAK UP!" Believe me, I ship my Dramione too and I almost cried writing the end of this. But, the story still has more Draco/Hermione to come, although I will not say if they get back together. I'm sorry to say it, but this was always going to be the way their relationship ended. (No saying on if it's a permanent end though). Well, the 'picture', referred to very early on, after the dinner with Dean and Seamus, was revealed. This is truly Draco's secret - he had a fling with Lavender. Anyone see that coming? Lav's secrets are coming out soon, VERY soon! There was a rather large clue in this, although it might have been too subtle to jump out at anyone. Well, this story is at over 90,000 reads, over 400 reviews and over 250 favorites, that's truly amazing. Thank you so much (':
After ending the relationship of Draco and Hermione, I think you most certainly deserve a preview!
"You broke her heart," Harry growled. "Hermione is a sweet girl who does not deserve even half of the bad things that have happened to her over the past year, and she certainly doesn't deserve the likes of you in her life."
It took a lot to make Harry angry, but Malfoy always seemed to find a way to bring out the ugly side of Harry Potter.
"Please, Potter," Malfoy pleaded. "You have to help me!"
Harry scoffed, "You honestly think I would help you?"
"Please, I'll give you money, be your bloody slave," begging was simply not something Draco Malfoy did, it was as if he was a different person. "I'll do anything."
"You think I want your money?" Harry scowled. "Think again."
"Harry," Draco gasped, "Please."
This was the first time Draco Malfoy had ever called him by his first name. Ever.
I know it seems like I could have made the preview longer, but I couldn't. You'll see why. Draco is clearly desperate, he's begging now. I know it seems out of character, but I fail to see how that's too possible. No one is going to act the exact same their entire life, and Draco is desperate.
I'd love a message in the box below, but please, no swearing and telling me how horrible I am for breaking them up. (-: Thanks for everything. Updates should be coming quickly now - we're almost there! 34 chapters down, 14 to go...
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