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Contours by GryffindorGirl153

Format: Novel
Chapters: 27
Word Count: 161,660
Status: COMPLETED

Rating: Mature
Warnings: Mild Language, Scenes of a Sexual Nature

Genres: Drama, Romance
Characters: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Draco, Pansy, Ginny, Blaise (M), OC, OtherCanon
Pairings: Draco/Hermione, Other Pairing

First Published: 01/11/2009
Last Chapter: 09/08/2011
Last Updated: 09/08/2011

Summary:
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Hermione glanced at him, then back to the reporter. “Yes.” She finally said. “It is true.” Despite her words, she was glaring at Draco as she spoke. “I am engaged to Draco Malfoy.”


Chapter 17: Chapter Sixteen

Contours
By: Gryffindorgirl153

Chapter Sixteen

Previously


Draco paused, thinking of what he wanted to say. “Do you regret it?” he asked her.

Hermione sighed and turned around to face him. “Regret what?” she questioned with her eyes half opened.

“Saying yes.”

He didn’t receive an answer for several moments, and for a second- he began to think that she had fallen asleep. “No.” Hermione answered finally, pushing her body deeper into the bed. “I don’t regret it. Not one bit.”

Allowing her answer to sink in deeper into his brain, Draco turned his head the other way and closed his eyes. “Thank you.” He whispered, before he finally drifted off to sleep.

-


The next morning, Hermione awoke to the alarm clock on Draco’s side of the bed. She groaned, stuffing her face Draco’s pillow. “It’s too bloody early for this.” She muttered angrily, her voice muffled by the pillow. “Draco turn your alarm off.” She commanded loudly, closing her eyes again so sleep would come upon her once more.

About five minutes later, she began to realize the ringing of the alarm clock, blaring in her head. “Draco,” She spoke groggily, blindly hitting anything that was behind her. “Turn that bloody alarm clock off!” Hermione could’ve cried if she heard the sound for another minute. “You’re so useless!” she exclaimed, turning around angrily.

Suddenly, she realized the arm that was slumped around her stomach. “What the hell?” she wondered to herself- glancing at the man who was currently snuggling up to her shoulder. “You’re such a baby.” Hermione muttered to herself, rolling her eyes angrily. She tried pushing his arm away, which only resulted in Draco unconsciously tightening his hold on her body. “Malfoy!” she exclaimed. “Let me go!” The sound of the alarm clock blared even louder into her head. “Bloody hell! How are you still sleeping?” she shouted loudly. “Malfoy.” Hermione growled, falling back into the pillow after several failed attempts at moving his body off hers.

Being a non-morning person, Hermione closed her heavy eyes and slapped the back of Draco’s head repeatedly. “Let me sleep Granger.” He snapped, pulling her body closer to his. “Go back to sleep.” He mumbled, half asleep. “It’s still early.”

“Malfoy if you don’t get off me I will shove my wand up your-”

He frowned and lifted his head from her shoulder, causing it to fall on her hair. “What are you talking about Granger?” Draco said, almost incoherently. “Just go back to sleep. I think you’re dreaming.”

Hermione rolled her eyes, and tried pushing his arm away once more. The sound of the alarm continued ringing into her head, almost driving her to the brink of insanity. “Malfoy at least turn that bloody alarm off.” She cried angrily.

“You turn it off.” He whined sleepily, yawning a bit.

“I would turn it off if you would just get off me.” Hermione replied through gritted teeth. “Will you get off me now?” she asked civilly, trying to calm her anger down.

Draco frowned again, digging his head deeper into her tousled hair. “No.” He said childishly. “You turn it off.”

Angrily, Hermione smacked his head once more, hating herself for being so incredibly weak. “I swear if you don’t get off me I’m going to force you to sleep with your mother for the next week!” she shouted loudly.

He groaned, and opened his eyes. “What the hell?” Draco said, clearly annoyed. Suddenly, he paused and looked at Hermione. “Er..” he began awkwardly, staring at his arm wrapped around her stomach.

She rolled her eyes. “Will you get off me now?” Hermione asked, staring up at him. “Or turn that bloody alarm clock off.”

Draco jumped out of the bed quickly, as if he was just burned. He shut the alarm clock off, and an awkward silence fell upon them. He and Hermione looked at each other, not knowing what to do next. He cleared his throat, and ran his hand through his blonde hair. “Er, Granger.” He began with a mischievous smirk on his face. “If you wanted me so badly, all you had to do was ask. I mean, you didn’t have to pounce on me in my sleep.”

Hermione sat upright on the bed and immediately threw a pillow in Draco’s direction, hitting him square in the face. “Excuse me Malfoy, I believe I should be the one saying that to you.” She said, mimicking his smirk. “After all, you were the one on top of me.”

“Well, I do like to be in control.” Draco said as he placed his hands on the edge of the bed and leaned towards Hermione. “If you know what I mean.” He wiggled his eyebrows, and another smirk formed on his face.

Hermione sat in front of him; beat red and seething with anger and partial embarrassment. “Aw, cute, Granger.” He said, pointing to her cheeks and smiling cheekily. “I like that shade of red on your face.” Draco winked and picked himself up before he made his way to the bathroom- humming songs and whistling tunes. He was, without a doubt- extremely happy with his morning.

-


“Good morning Pansy.” Draco said happily, walking into his office. “You’re looking pretty this morning.”

Pansy looked at him through the curtain of hair covering her face. “Are you alright Draco?” Pansy questioned, suddenly worried. Draco was not a morning person. “What’s gotten into you this morning?” she asked, closing the folder she was holding in her hand.

“Oh, nothing.” He replied, still smiling. “What can I do for you Pans?” Draco asked, sitting down on his office chair and flipping through his messages.

Pansy continued staring, incredibly surprised with Draco’s behavior. “Draco, the last time I ever saw you check those was the first time you ever stepped in this office.” She said. “Are you drunk? Are you high? Did Hermione finally decide to drug you and kill you?”

He chuckled. “You’re so funny Pansy.” Draco pressed the button of the intercom planted on his desk. “Hey Potts, Oh- I mean Geraldine. Please move my 3 o’clock to one-thirty and my 5 o’clock to three. I’d like to be home early for dinner tonight.” Once he was finished he leaned back casually, enjoying the comfort of his chair. “Oh,” Draco leaned forward once more to speak to his secretary. “And after you do that, leave the rest of my messages on my desk and you can take the rest of the day off.”

“Certainly Mr. Malfoy.” Geraldine replied from the other line. “Sir, you have one last remaining message. From a Miss Granger.”

Draco’s ears unintentionally perked up. Pansy raised a thoughtful eyebrow at him, a small smile forming on her face as she realized what was wrong with Draco. “Uh,” Draco said as his eyes met Pansy’s. “Er, go on Geraldine.” He spoke, attempting to keep his cool.

“She requests that you pick her up from school today. She did not want to state the reason why.” His secretary said. “That is all Sir.”

“Very well Geraldine. Thank you, you may go now.” Draco replied. “What?” he asked, feeling Pansy’s eye on him.

She laughed. “I see what’s going on now.” Pansy said, sitting at the edge of his large desk. “I see why you’re so happy this morning.”

Draco laughed, smoothening his tie out. “What are you talking about Pansy?” he asked her, smiling like a fool.

“Look at you!” She exclaimed, pointing the folder at his sitting figure. “You even wore a suit to work today!”

He shrugged. “Hermione always nagged me about how un-professional it was for me to wear jeans to work everyday.” He replied nonchalantly, sorting through the papers on his desk.

Pansy pursed her lips in attempt to hide a smile. “Hermione, hm?” she continued. “So I hear that your mother is living with the two of you for the next week?” Draco nodded, completely absorbed in the paper he was reading. “That would mean that you and Hermione are forced to act like a happily engaged couple.” Pansy paced in front of his desk with her hands on her hips. Her high pumps making loud noises against the hardwood floor. “That would also mean that Narcissa would be sleeping in the guest room, which means that you and Hermione and now sleeping in the same bed.”

She stopped directly in front of his desk with a smirk on her lips and her arms crossed. “You liked sleeping with her!” Pansy exclaimed childishly. “Draco, I never thought I would ever see you this happy after spending a night with Hermione Granger.” Pansy had an extremely amused expression on her face, as she watched Draco’s face turned to a scowl.

“Shut up Pansy.” He said, incapable of keeping a scorned look on his face. “I just had a good sleep, that’s all.” Draco replied.

Pansy laughed loudly. “With Hermione Granger.” She suddenly felt like they were in Hogwarts again, and she was poking his buttons using a girl he fancied. “You fancy her.”

“What? No! That’s absolutely ridiculous!” He exclaimed all in one breath. “That’s absolutely insane Pansy.”

“Mhm.” She replied, smirking. “You may deny it now, Draco. But look at that smile on your face.” Pansy said, picking up her large bag on the leather couch against the wall. “I haven’t seen that smile on your face since Miranda. Draco, you look like a fool in love.”

Draco rolled his eyes. “I am not in love Pansy.” He assured her. “Is it really hard to believe that I’m having a wonderful morning?”

“I bet you liked waking up to her, didn’t you Draco?” she taunted, halfway to the door. “Oh, by the way-” Pansy said, holding up a large yellow envelope. “This is from Ginny. All the invitation replies are in here. Beware, I shrunk them – so it may sort of pop out of the envelope once you open them.” She left them on the couch and shut his office door behind him. Walking down the corridor towards the lift, she shook her head with a small smile on her face, not believing that Hermione Granger managed to bring Draco Malfoys to his knees without any effort at all.

-


The meeting room was extremely stuffy. Draco sat at the head of the table, anxiously glancing at his wristwatch every now and then. It was currently three-thirty. His meeting was due to end at three forty-five, and he was due to pick Hermione up at four. One of the members from another company was currently speaking, and every word spoken went in one ear and out the other.

He glanced at his wristwatch again. Three thirty-two. ‘Really? Only two minutes? C’mon.’ Draco thought desperately. The man standing continued blabbing about the model he was showing the rest of them. A model made of cardboard and construction paper. It was now three thirty-five. ‘Oh sweet Merlin, I can’t take this anymore!’

Draco stood up abruptly and straightened his suit out. “I’m sorry gentlemen, but I must cut this meeting short. There is an important matter I must attend to at this point.” He said, gathering all the papers on the table in front of him together. “Mr. Sloan, you may consult with my advisor, Mr. Berg, about the possibilities of joining our production branches. I will trust whatever Mr. Berg decides.”

“Certainly, Mr. Malfoy.” The man replied. “Mr. Berg, shall we talk statistics?”

Draco quickly exited the meeting room and made his way to his office as he loosened his tie. He opened the door and pulled the tie over his head and dropped it on the couch. “What the-” He stopped when he saw a head of brown hair sitting on his office chair. “He- Granger?” Draco asked, dropping the papers in hand on the couch.

“Your office is surprisingly tidy.” Hermione said, turning the revolving chair to face him. “I expected your meeting to go on for another ten minutes.”

He shrugged. “I couldn’t stand being in there for one more second.” Draco replied. “Why are you here? I was just about to go and get you.”

“I decided to just leave.” Hermione told him, picking up the figurine next to the intercom on Draco’s desk. “I didn’t want to stay there and wait for you to arrive.”

Draco nodded in understanding. He slowly walked over to his desk, and sat on one of the chairs placed in front. “So what do you want to do?” he asked her, stumbling on his choice of words a bit.

Hermione smiled, completely forgetting about the annoyance she faced this morning. “How about, we go finish the rest of these wedding plans?” she asked. “Your mother insisted that she would spend the day with me today to finish everything- but I decided that I would much rather do this with you.”

He laughed softly. “Smart move.”

“Well people have called me the brightest witch of our age.” She said, grinning. “Let’s go!” Hermione walked around his desk and pulled Draco to his feet. “We’ll go to London. We can do some shopping while we’re at it.”

-


The two spent the day filling out the list for their preferred wedding gifts, picked out several flowers, the themes and even planned out each other’s bachelor parties. By the end of the day, Draco was carrying several miniature shopping bags in the pocket of his jacket, and Hermione’s feet were bleeding from all the walking.

“Granger,” Draco whined. “I cannot go on any further if I don’t get some food in my stomach.” He groaned, wrapping his arm around his grumbling stomach.

Hermione rolled her eyes. “You’re such a baby, Malfoy.” She said, smiling.

“C’mon, be a good wife and feed your husband.” He pouted, bending down to meet her eyes.

She laughed loudly. “I’m not your wife yet.”

They found a steakhouse at the corner of the next block, and Draco ran for the entrance. “I can’t believe I just spent six hours shopping.” he began as the waiter left after taking their order. “I’ve never walked this much in one day.”

“Oh suck it up.” Hermione retorted. “After we have dinner we can apparate home and get some sleep.”

“Aren’t you happy you didn’t have to spend the entire day with my mother?” Draco asked jokingly. “I believe thanks is in order here. I saved your arse from her compulsive behavior!”

She laughed. “Yes, for once you decided not to be so completely useless in my life.”

Draco grinned broadly. “You’re welcome.” He replied proudly.

“I believe you should thank me too, Malfoy.” Hermione said. “You’re extremely lucky to have someone as smart, amazing and beautiful as me.” Her hands landed on her cheeks, and she batted her eyelashes exaggeratingly. “Why are you so lucky to have such an amazing wife-to-be?” A laugh escaped her lips, as the game they were playing almost seemed real.

Draco stared at her unknowingly. His eyes traced over the contours of her face, her brown eyes, and her hair. He breathed in her familiar scent, allowing it to fill his entire body. He was simply intoxicated, and he loved every second of it. “Why am I so lucky?” he asked quietly, his eyes still fixed on her face.

“What was that?” Hermione asked him, lifting her eyes to meet his. Despite her question, she perfectly heard what he had said.

Being shaken from his trance, Draco shook his head and brought himself back to reality. “Nothing.”

They sat in silence until their waiter arrived with their food. Hermione was speechless for the first time, and Draco was mentally slapping himself for even saying anything. “This looks delicious.” Hermione said with a smile, in attempt to ease the tension between them. “I haven’t had a dinner that looked this good for a while now.”

Draco chuckled, but said nothing more. The rest of their meal was eaten in silence. Hermione constantly glanced up to look at Draco, but his eyes were glued to his plate the entire time. ‘It’s as if he’s embarrassed.’ She thought to herself. “Shall we order desert?”

He shook his head. “I think we’re good.” Draco said as he wiped his mouth with his tablecloth. “Unless of course you’d like something?”

“Yes, actually I’d like to get some desert.” She replied, calling over their waiter. “I’d like anything sweet and cold. It doesn’t matter what you bring me, just make it cold.”

The waiter nodded. “Anything for you sir?” he asked, taking the desert menu from Hermione’s hands.

“I’d like a scotch, please.”

“You shouldn’t drink too much, Draco.” Hermione said, slightly mocking him. “We both know how low your tolerance for alcohol is.” The events of that night suddenly flooded her mind. The way he looked at her- that intoxicating kiss. She could practically feel his lips on hers once more. “We wouldn’t want that to happen again.”

The waiter returned with a small glass filled with a small amount of scotch. “You never did tell me what I did that night.” Draco told her, taking a small sip. “All I remember is waking up with that massive headache. Bugger.” He muttered under his breath.

“You don’t remember anything at all?” Hermione asked him.

Draco shook his head. “Well I remember this one dream I had- but it was just a dream.”

She gave him a small smile. “It’s not important.” Hermione said, remorsefully. “You just fell straight asleep when I brought you back to your room.”

Draco nodded and accepted her answer, despite his doubts. There was something in the back of his mind that was telling him that she was lying. Hermione Granger never lied.

-


Her day was tiring. Extremely tiring. By the time she finished with her shower and walked out of their private bathroom, she found Draco already in bed, with his back facing her side of the bed. “Would you like me to shut off the lights?” Hermione asked, stepping in front of Draco.

Draco nodded, keeping his eyes shut. The smell of her shampoo and body-wash mingled together before filling his nostrils. He opened his eyes, and realized that tonight; Hermione was not wearing her usual pajamas. She wore a large, oversized shirt that barely covered her thighs, and nothing more. Her hair was dripping wet, and all flipped to the right side of her head. ‘She looks gorgeous’. He thought.

She flipped his lamp off and walked around to the other side of the bed. Despite the darkness, Draco could not make himself close his eyes- afraid that this vision of her would fade away. “Goodnight.” Hermione said quietly, as she climbed into bed.

Her scent filled Draco once more, and all he wanted to do was be as close to her as possible. As he watched her for the next few moments, he realized that her fingers were wrapped around the engagement ring resting on her left hand. Her forefinger was tracing the large rock, and he suddenly wondered what she was thinking.

“Draco.” She whispered, eyes still closed.

“Hm.” He replied quietly, unsure if she had even heard him.

Another moment of silence fell upon them once more. Draco began to close his eyes, and suddenly realized how amazing it felt to have someone next to him – to not be alone.

“What’s going to happen when we get the divorce?” Hermione asked him suddenly. “Just go our separate ways, and pretend this all never happened?”

Draco opened his eyes. “What?” he questioned – her words not registering in her head.

She turned to face him, thrusting her hands under her pillow. “When we get a divorce.”

Divorce. The word seemed so unfamiliar.

“We can’t live out this lie forever, right?” Hermione said to him. “What if you meet someone you really love, or I meet someone that I’d want to marry.” She continued, suddenly more awake now. “What’s going to happen when we get a divorce.”

He chuckled, attempting to lighten the mood between them. “We’re not even married yet, and you’re already thinking about divorcing me?” Draco asked playfully. “C’mon, Hermione. Let’s not think so negatively.”

She turned over to her back once more, and turned her attention towards the ceiling. “It was just a thought.” Hermione responded softly.

“You know, when we first started this whole ordeal – that question would’ve came with a simple answer.” He said, staring at her face. “We’d go back to our old lives – and just forget that we were ever married to each other. You’d get your share of the marriage, and I’d be free from the arrange marriage my parents forced upon me. Everyone wins.”

“But now?” she asked.

Their questions we’re becoming more and more bold, and the fire they were playing with was growing. “Draco, what happens now?”

He sighed. “I never would’ve thought I’d end up here.”

“Who would ever expect this?” Hermione replied, laughing halfheartedly. “You and I, laying on this bed together. About to be married, with my soon-to-be mother in law staying in our guest room.” They both chuckled. “I guess I just never expected to end up caring.”

Draco looked down. “Caring about me?”

She smiled slightly, relieved that it was dark in the room. “Caring about what happened after.” She countered. “But I suppose, in some ways – I do care about you.”

Hermione lifted her upper body up slightly to look at the digital clock on Draco’s side of the room. “It’s late.” She said.

“I’m not tired.” Draco replied, looking up at the dark ceiling.

“Me neither. Actually, I’m pretty hungry.” She said suddenly, sitting up.

He gave her a strange look. “You ate so much at the restaurant, and now you’re hungry again?” Draco said.

Hermione shrugged. “Blame my stomach for growling.” She told him, patting her stomach in the dark. “I’m going to go look for some cookies.”

Draco rolled his eyes with slight amusement, and rolled out of bed as well. They both quietly emerged from their bedroom and walked down the hall toward the kitchen. “Shh!” Hermione exclaimed, elbowing Draco as they passed the guest room. “Your mother might wake up.” She whispered.

He smiled and slowly walked to the fridge, grabbing a carton of milk. “I got the milk.” Draco whispered, holding it up.

“I found some cookies!” Hermione whispered happily. “Grab me a glass, will you?”

Quietly, the two settled themselves on the counter top and began devouring the Oreo cookies Hermione had discovered in the pantry. “I haven’t had one of these in ages.” Draco said quietly, separating the two black cookies and licking the center.

Hermione watched him with amusement. He looked like a little child, scraping the middle of the Oreo cookie for the crème. “I can’t eat these without milk.” She said, taking her cup and allowing it to soak the cookie.

“This reminds me of Hogwarts.” Draco said happily. “When I used to sneak into the kitchens in the middle of the night with Mira-” he stopped before he could finish her name.

“Miranda?” she asked, taking a sip of her milk.

“Yes, with Miranda.” Draco finished. “We’d have a cup of milk and a bunch of cookies brought to us by the elves- and we’d spend the entire night just sitting and talking.”

Hermione stared at him as he opened another cookie, and licked the crème. “Sounds like you really loved her.” She said to him quietly, feeling remorse fill her body as she remembered the story Pansy told her back at the beach.

He shrugged. “I thought I did. I’m not so sure about it anymore.” Draco told her. “She’s a lot different now, and the way she treats you it’s just-”

“Draco – I’m me.” Hermione said. “She’s Miranda, the girl you’ve loved practically your whole life. Why does the way she treats me matter so much?”

Draco hopped off the counter top to return the milk to the refrigerator. “The Miranda I knew wouldn’t do that to anyone.” He told her bitterly. “And plus, she left all of us. She left Pansy wondering what had happened- and me wondering what I did wrong. She had an affair with my former best friend – why are you defending her?”

She looked down at her hands. “I just can’t help but wonder why you left her open arms to come back to me – someone who never mattered to you at all, despite what she did.”

He stared at her, wondering why this bothered her so much. “You know,” Draco began, stepping in front of her, placing both his hands on the edge of the counter – boxing her in. “I always regretted choosing you to help me get through this. I regretted bringing you into this lifestyle that is completely different from your past. Your spirit in dying, Granger.” He said solemnly. “It comes back every once in a while – when you’re away from everything. But when things start to fire up, it’s gone again.”

“It’s no-”

“Let me finish.” Draco cut her off before she could continue her sentence. “Soon enough you’re going to become like Daphne or Astoria Greengrass – bound by society. They’re going to tie you up and eat you alive.” He continued, shifting his gaze from her face and towards the darkness. “But whenever I think about how my life would’ve turned out if you never came along – I just can’t see it.” He sighed. “You matter more to me than you know, Granger. Don’t let them taken you in like they plan to.”

Hermione stared at him, dumbfounded. She watched his eyes, fixed towards the floor and his blonde hair hanging from his head. The bones on his back pressed through his skin as he bent over in frustration. “What the hell did we get ourselves into?” he asked quietly, running his hand through his hair.

She continued to stare at him, watching his movements in the darkness. The moonlight peeped through the closed curtain and filled a slight portion of his face. “I’m sorry, Granger.” He said to her, his eyes finally meeting hers.

Her eyes never left his, as curiosity took over. Draco was the most mysterious man she knew – and it ate her to death. She wanted to know what was going on in his head. She wanted to know why he was so frustrated and why he was sorry for something that was not close to being his fault. “Draco, don’t say sorry for something that’s not your fault.” She told him.

Before he could open his mouth again, Hermione reached for his head and pulled him towards her, their lips meeting perfectly. She completely allowed her desire to take over her, forgetting all conscious or rational thought. All Hermione knew was that she wanted Draco – and she wanted him now. At the moment, Hermione forgot that they were in a fake relationship and that they shouldn’t be engaging in sexual behavior- it was one of their rules. She forgot that his mother was currently sleeping in the room not far from the kitchen, and she forgot to even think about what would happen if they continued any further.

All she could think about was how amazing being so close to Draco felt. How soft his lips were and how he tasted so bloody delicious. She moved her lips against his, savoring the feeling of his familiar lips. His hands immediately found her hips, and drew her closer towards the edge of the counter. Draco pulled her body as close to his as possible, and deepened the kiss, much to Hermione’s delight. He ran his hand up and down her bare thigh, while his other hand flew to her neck, pressing her closer to him.

Hermione moaned softly as Draco removed his lips from hers and trailed kisses down her neck, sucking slightly. He kissed down to her collarbone, and slowly back up to her lips – driving her absolutely crazy. Everywhere he touched her, left a hot searing mark of need. He had pulled up her shirt, and slipped his hand to her lower back, loving the feeling of her soft skin.

She began nibbling on his ear, breathing heavily, knowing that it drove him insane. She sucked on the skin below his ear, causing a deep shade of red to appear. Draco growled, and picked Hermione up with ease. She wrapped her legs around his waist and continued planting kisses on his neck and around his jaw.

Draco couldn’t help but feel how easy this was for them. How natural it felt to be with Hermione- to kiss her, to touch her the way he did. He carried her to their bedroom and set her down on their bed. She looked up at him with her big brown eyes, and suddenly- everything was okay. Draco bent down, their lips meeting once more. He smiled as Hermione’s leg wrapped around his hip, as he ran his hand down her thigh, grinding their hips together causing Hermione to moan loudly. “I didn’t think you’d be a loud one, Granger.” Draco smirked as he whispered in her ear.

Hermione growled. “Would you just bloody shut up and kiss me?” she said exasperatedly, rolling her eyes.

Draco smirked triumphantly. “Why, I’d love to.” And he devoured her lips once more.

Their night was perfect. But morning had to come and ruin it all.



A/N: it's amazing how quickly this chapter came to me. honestly, i have NO idea where i'm going with this. but lets just hope it's somewhere good yeah? well i juiced you guys up with TONS AND TONS of dramione. so i suppose you guys are all happy :) .

now it's time for the bad stuff, yeah? ;)

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