Bittersweet
Bad Girl
‘I said how are you?’ Ron repeated.
Hermione smiled and carefully put the flask down.
‘Hi darling,’ She hoped her smile was convincing, ‘I missed you,’ but really she wanted to say who are you?
Ron came closer and kissed her softly.
‘You weren’t about to drink, were you?
She laughed and was sure she sounded like an idiot, ‘I was actually examining the container because I was thinking of buying you a new one. That one is so ugly.’
He stared at her closely, and then his face relaxed, ‘I like that you were thinking of me, but I happen to like that one. Why don’t you go rest.’
She smiled even more broadly, ‘You always think of me…’
Turning, she began to slowly walk away, wobbling.
She made it the door, when he called to her, ‘Oh, and Hermione?’
Hermione turned, and stared at his side profile. He was screwing the lid back on and carefully placing it back on its shelf. Without looking at her, he lightly said, ‘You are a really fucking awful liar.’
For a moment, she stared in horror, too shocked to move.
Then it was like slow motion, an awful movie played out right before her.
She turned on her heel, but was slow because of the baby, and nearly fell over. She was running, pulling her want out and screaming a stun spell but it missed, shattering a window.
She made it towards the stairs, took them two at a time, but he grabbed her from behind, lifting her up, stronger than she ever anticipated.
Hermione kicked and struggled.
His mouth was next to her ear and he whispered softly, ‘Way to ruin my plans. Everything was going so well.’
That alarmed her even more.
‘Do you know who I am? I bet you don’t. I’ll you a hint: my father is a wealthy supporter of the ministry…’
Her heart was pounding so fast, she could not believe this was real—
‘…I was a member of Slytherin…’
Her eyes widened in terror.
‘NO!’ and she bit him, hard.
He released her, but because she was shaking wildly, she fell down the stairs, and the last thing before she lost consciousness was Ron’s—no—Malfoy-‘s horrified face.