Mistaken

Title: Mistaken
Author: LadyRaye
Rating: R
Warnings: Language
Summary: After one night of pure passion, they wake up together. Chapter Sixteen: The aftermath.
Disclaimer: Yeah right. Only thing I own is the plot...

A/N: Here you go ^_^ I hope that you all enjoy this and please, continue to comment. Sorry it took me about ten days to update but I'm sure you all understand. Enjoy this and please continue to read it. Reviews are always loved and cherished.

-Raven


And here it is...drumroll anyone?? LOL

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Draco wasn’t sure what pissed him off more:

Hermione kissing Ron Weasley right after the Weasel had gotten married.

Or…

Hermione having lied to him in order to make a fool of himself.

It wasn’t going to happen again, no matter what he had to, he’d make sure the Mudblood never came close to his heart again.

He felt a bit disgusted with himself for not only having fallen for her tricks but for allowing himself to enter her. She was nothing. If he had to, he’d make sure that she disappeared from his mind and his heart, there was no way he was going to wake up in the morning and actually give a damn about her. There was nothing that she could offer him and now, there was absolutely nothing that he wanted.

Storming into his apartment, Draco looked around, noticing little things that she had begun to leave around and it annoyed him. As he stalked into the kitchen, he saw the familiar mug that he always saw her drinking from in the morning as they both started their days together. Grabbing it, he raised it above his head to slam it against the tiled floor and watch it shatter – a sign that he was moving on with his life.

But he couldn’t do it.

Placing the mug back down onto the counter, Draco leaned against it as he shut his eyes. He never imagined that falling in love with someone and realizing that it meant nothing to them would hurt this much. He should’ve known though. How he could’ve been so stupid as to sit there and actually believe that she wasn’t going to run back to the little Weasel. He’d told her everything and all she’d done in return was sit there, tell him that she loved him and wrapped that body of hers around him to bring him comfort and love and now what had it accomplished? Nothing.

‘They’re worth nothing, son. The sooner you learn it the better off you’ll be when it comes to serving the Dark Lord’

That’s what his father had told him countless times. But he hadn’t believed him – besides that if they were so unworthy why the fuck was his own Pureblood father bowing down to Voldemort? It was idiotic. If anyone should take control and rule the Wizarding World, it should be a pureblood. It didn’t matter that the idiot had the blood of Salazar Slytherin coursing through his veins, it meant nothing to Draco. The man was a half-blood, which meant he was lower than him.

Why Draco was even thinking about Voldemort and purity of blood, he had no clue. But he did know that it was reasons to justify that no relationship between him and Hermione could never exist. There was no way he was going to ever disgrace the Malfoy name by allowing her to bear it. Besides, everywhere he looked Draco knew he could find a very willing and somewhat worthy candidate for bearing his child and making sure that it was a son.

That filthy Mudblood would probably give him a daughter.

Draco laughed at himself, he knew that having a daughter wouldn’t be a bad thing but it was expected that a pureblood family would have a way to carry on their name – and he could only do that with a son. As the phone began to ring in his apartment, Draco withdrew his wand from the side of his black jacket as he sneered towards the phone.

“Attero,” As soon as the word left Draco’s lips, his wand shot a bright red light towards the phone, shattering it into thousands of tiny pieces. Stripping his suit off, Draco quickly slipped back into his black pants that hung low on his waist and his black button down shirt with his leather jacket. Taking his wand, he stormed out the door.

Pansy would be waiting for him.


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Ron wasn’t expecting the stinging feeling of Hermione’s handprint on his cheek. He had enough enjoyment seeing Draco Malfoy stalk off but that didn’t mean that Hermione had any right to slap him. “What the bloody hell was that for?”

“You idiot. You just got married.” Hermione growled as she raised her hand to smack him again but Ron grabbed her wrist. Her gaze met his as he lowered her hand to keep her from smacking him again, “Let go of me, Ronald.”

Ron laughed a little as he shook his head and dragged her around the corner – keeping them hidden from the windows. “That’s not how it works, Hermione. Now you’re going to tell me what the hell that smack was for.”

“Because you’re married and I don’t love you, idiot.” Hermione hissed, trying to pull her arm away from Ron’s grasp. “You have a wife, which means there is nothing more between you and I and there never will be. Ever.” Hermione shoved the heel of her hand into Ron’s shoulder, forcing him to let go of her wrist.

“How dare you.” Ron sneered, “You think that I’m going to let you treat me like that? Who the fuck do you think you are, Granger?” Hermione’s eyes widened at the tone in his voice, it hurt to hear him talk to her like that.

“You’ve changed,” she whispered, “You changed and I never even noticed. When did you become such a self absorbed asshole, Ron?” Hermione tried to push the tears back, “What was I to you? Just a way to try new sex things out?” Ron smirked and shook his head.

“That’s ridiculous, Susan could never put out as well as you had – then again I could teach you what I wanted you to do, Susan had already had her fun with Zacharias Smith.” He shrugged a bit as he reached out, touching her hair before Hermione shrunk away, “Oh, now you shrink away. You were content with being mine until Draco Malfoy shoved his dick into you and then you become his whore.” Hermione’s hand slapped his other cheek, Ron locked his jaw as he rubbed his cheek.

“I’m getting really sick and tired of being slapped by someone who’s become the Malfoy slut,” Ron growled, “Now you listen to me,” He grabbed her shoulders and shoved her against the wall, the back of her head slamming against it, “You’re not to see Draco Malfoy again, you understand? You’re mine. Not his.” Hermione whimpered as his fingers dug into her skin, “Never again you slut.”

“Ro-” she begged.

“Shut up before I make you shut up.” He growled, “You’re not to have anything to do with him.” Hermione shut her eyes as she cried out in pain as Ron’s hand clamped around her throat, “Shut up.”

Hermione wished for something to happen, anything but she hadn’t been able to reach her wand before Ron had her pinned against the wall. Tears began to fall down her cheeks as she felt his nails cut into her neck, part of her thought he’d draw blood. Suddenly, the pressure from her neck was gone and she felt someone grab her arm and pull her away from the wall, behind them.


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Susan glanced around as she sighed a moment and frowned. Ron had disappeared shortly after their first dance and she hadn’t seen him since. It hurt to know that he was gone and hadn’t been talking to her friends and family, or at least introducing her to his. With a small frown she crossed her arms and pushed the tears back – until she saw Harry storming towards the outside.


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“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Harry growled as he held his wand out, keeping Ron from coming near him or Hermione. “Are you insane? Who the hell have you become, Ron?” He asked.

“This isn’t any of your business, Harry,” Ron cut in, checking his nose as he tried to stop the bleeding, “Besides, you should know that she’s been fucking Malfoy, maybe now you’ll believe me.” Ron glared towards Hermione, “Go ahead, ask her for yourself.”

“I’ve known, Ron. And unlike you, I accept it.” Harry spat back, Ron’s eyes widened and his fury turned towards Harry.

“You’ve known?” Ron growled, “And you accept it? Who’s the sick and deranged one now, Harry?”

“You are.” Harry said, “Don’t even think that I’m going to let you near Hermione again – and you better start treating Susan right, Ron, or you’re going to miss out on the best thing that’s come into your life.”

“Susan? You can’t honestly believe that shit, do you? Susan was just a filler, someone that I knew I could use till I got what I wanted, but fucking Hermione had to go and start to screw a Malfoy. Then, Susan had to go and get pregnant.” Ron said, Harry felt Hermione tense behind him as she gripped his shoulder, “That’s right. She’s pregnant, hence the reason for this happy occasion – that and my damn Mum had to go and want me to marry Susan so Hermione could find a nice boy for her.”

“You’re a disgrace to your family, Ron.” Harry said softly, “And I’m ashamed to call you my friend. I thought you were better than this, mate.” Ron rolled his eyes.

“Oh please, you really expect me to fall for that? What else would you expect from me, Harry? You think that I’m going to be as perfect as you and Hermione – the two that won the war. Yeah, that’s right. For years it’s been about the two of you and how Hermione’s brilliant mind and your wondrous works with your wand and spell casting were the two key components to defeating Lord Voldemort. Am I leaving anything out?” Ron asked, “Because that’s the quote right from the Daily Prophet, that’s all I ever hear about.”

“That’s not our fault, Ron,” Hermione cut in.

“No, of course not,” Ron said, sarcasm dripping, “But you never corrected them either. And to make matters worse, the daring Draco Malfoy always got credit for being the key spy after Snape was tortured by Voldemort, another thing no one seemed to correct. Does anyone else remember him trying to kill Dumbledore?”

“He didn’t though, Ron.” Harry said softly.

“Whatever. Point is, you two never gave a damn about me, so payback’s a bitch.” Ron sneered, “And now that Susan is my wife, I’ll make sure that she will never leave my side and Hermione? Those times you were in my bed, don’t think that there was any love attached to that, you were just my slut.” He grinned, “Ah, revenge is so sweet.”

“No, Ron, it isn’t.” Hermione murmured as she looked past Ron to see Susan standing there behind him. Part of her wanted to hug the woman while another part of her cheered as she saw Susan pull out her wand.

The next sight she saw was Ron being slammed against a wall while Susan stalked off.

She let out a small sigh of relief as she released Harry’s arm from her grip as she looked down for a moment, “Harry? Can I borrow your phone?” She murmured.

Harry nodded and he pulled out a cell phone for her to use, she was just thankful that they were in Muggle London. Quickly she dialed a number and looked down as she let it ring a few times.

There was no answer.