Fine line between love and hate

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Chapter 3

Russian Vodka

Hermione closed her eyes as the warm water cascaded over her body, the soft fragrance of magnolia filtering through the air as she ran the soap over her body. She groaned inwardly in happiness as the warm water rushed over her hair and down her spine, warming her for the approaching winter chill that was currently frosting up the windows of her room. She was rudely snatched from her luxurious daze when Malfoy banged on the door.

“Hurry up! For Merlin’s sake, I haven’t got all day!!” He screamed through the wooden door

Hermione decided to close her eyes and just ignore him, it was working until he kicked open the door and walked in.

“I SAID, HURRY UP!!” Malfoy said in the steamy bathroom.

“Keep your knickers on Malfoy”, Hermione huffed, closing the shower curtain.

With his eyes fixed on her silhouette in the curtain, Malfoy was greeted with the smell of magnolia; a scent that was uniquely Hermione. The smell that got him hard in an instant, a smell that had him wishing he could nuzzle that perfect neck of hers and inhale deeply as he clutched her soapy form to his own..

“I’m not coming out till you go” Hermione called out from behind the curtain.

After quickly closing his mouth, Malfoy huffed and walked out, slamming the door behind him. Hermione smiled to herself and grabbed her pink fluffy towel and wrapped it around her body and walked back to her room to change.

“It’s free” she called out gaily, acting like last night hadn’t happened.

Draco huffed and marched back into the bathroom to find all his hair products had disappeared and all her make up and hair products were in their place.

“GRANGER!!” He yelled and marched straight into Hermione’s room, swinging open the door to find Hermione clad only in dark skin tight jeans and a black silk bra, with her wet hair swinging freely. Hermione turned around when Malfoy entered her room, and faced him un-amused.

“Yes?” She asked, totally indifferent to the fact that she stood before him in only a wispy silk bra. Malfoy’s mouth seemed to drop as he saw Hermione’s beautiful, creamy breasts confined in those silky black cups.

“Ummm…” He said, his mind trying to form a sentence but failing miserably.

“Malfoy, my eyes are here” Hermione said pointing to her eyes “Not here” She said pointing to her breasts, then smirking as she saw him trying to formulate some sort of coherent sentence.

“Your, umm… all your stuff, its in my way” He said looking at her, his eyes narrowing.

“Your point?” Hermione said looking at him in a confused manor.

“Where are all my hair products?” He asked, his voice now rising.

“Urgg, all that stuff. I can’t believe you put all that stuff in your hair, you look much better with it down, than stuck to your scalp” Hermione said, grabbing her cream sweater and pulling it over her head, she then pulled her wet hair up and into a quick messy bun to keep it out the way. Malfoy’s eyes swept over her appearance, even though she wasn’t wearing any make up and she was dressed in simple muggle clothing and her hair was up in a messy fashion, she still managed to look beautiful, without even trying.

“I don’t care what you think” He insisted, looking at her with daggers in his eyes. “I like my hair like that” He protested, Hermione gave a less than ladylike snort and rolled her eyes.

“They’re in the cupboard, under the sink” She said then turned to grab her boots and pull them on.

“Why is all your…junk everywhere? It’s my bathroom too, Granger. I want it all gone” He said coming into her room to point at her. Hermione looked up from her task of pulling on her knee-high boots.

“Fuck you” She sneered back, Malfoy was taken aback by the language that came out of Hermione’s mouth.

“What?” He asked his eyes wide in shock.

“I said. Fuck You” She said simply and then carried on with her task of pulling on her boots

“Listen here your filthy lit- ” He cut off what he was saying when Hermione looked at him and stared at him, with pure hatred flashing in her eyes. Yesterday’s events flashed through his mind (Not a good idea to say them words again) his mind screamed.

“Just clear it up!” He spat at her and then marched out of her room and headed back to the bathroom, where he slammed the door shut.

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Hermione took a deep breath in order to calm herself, thank god it was Saturday. She had so many essays to complete and had revision to do, she was just glad the week was finally over. Putting her left foot into the fur lined boot she pushed down and stood, ready to make her way down to the Great Hall for breakfast. Her stomach growled in anticipation, smiling she headed down to meet Harry, Ron and Ginny.

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Later that Night

Hermione had been up in her room most of the day, studying for an upcoming potions test that Snape had set. She groaned in frustration as she thought of who she was paired up with for this year, none other than . . .Draco Malfoy. The boy she loathed, with a passion; and that was putting it nicely. Pushing away any thoughts of Malfoy, she concentrated on getting the potions essay out of the way, it was when her stomach growled that she realised she had missed dinner. Groaning in frustration she left the quill and parchment on the desk and headed down the stairs.

Hermione’s steps slowed as she realised Draco was in the common room sitting on the sofa. She stopped completely when she realised he was just sitting there, staring into the roaring fire. Frowning she eased down the stairs to investigate what was wrong with him.

“Malfoy?” She asked gently, her brows furrowed as she got no reply from him. She stepped up next to him and slowly sat down on the black leather sofa beside him. Her lips turned up when she saw his hair lose around his face, not gelled back to his scalp in his usual fashion.

“Malfoy?” Again she gently prodded; cautiously she raised a hand and poked him in his arm. She gasped in shock when he sharply turned to face her.

“WHAT?” He snarled back at her. Hermione’s eyes went wide in shock, but only for a second. Rolling her eyes briefly, she looked at him intently, her hazel eyes clashing silently with his gunmetal grey eyes.


“Why are you here?” She asked. Malfoy’s eyes darted to something in his hand and then back at the yellowish red flames.

“They’re dead” He whispered softly, for a second, he closed his eyes and an emotion fell over his face, but it was over and gone too quickly for Hermione to recognise. He opened his eyes and they fell to a piece of parchment that was in his hand.

“Who’s dead?” She asked, wanting to know what was wrong. She may hate the guy, but it was obvious something was up with Malfoy. And it was something serious for him to be in some sort of catatonic state like he was at the moment.

“My parents” Draco said, his eyes still transfixed on the piece of parchment in his hands. Hermione’s heart broke as she heard Malfoy’s words. His parents were dead, both of them, leaving him alone in this world.

All by himself.

Hermione couldn’t even think about what she would be like if she had just found out that both her parents were dead. Hermione hastily pushed that thought out of her mind, not wanting to think of something as terrible as that happening to her parents. Hermione sighed and opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but not knowing what to say..

“I’m sorry” She whispered. Malfoy let out a little laugh.

“Don’t be, I hated him. But Mother, she didn’t deserve this. She was pure, and innocent and it was all his fault. And now, she’s dead. Gone. And she’s left me, all alone.” Malfoy said, his voice bitter with anger. Hermione had no idea what to do, the muggle side of her wanted to wrapped her arm around him and comfort him, but the logical side of her screamed that he deserved this in some sense. Not really knowing what else to do, Hermione got up and ran back up to her bedroom.

Draco laughed quietly to himself, as he saw Hermione leap off the sofa and run to her bedroom. Even she couldn’t stand to be near him, not that he blamed her. He glanced back at the letter and then at the fire, trying to remember happy memories of him and his mother. Narcissa, her beautiful long blonde hair swaying and her ocean blue eyes staring at him with her love shining brightly in them. Malfoy smiled as he remembered her sending him cakes and sweets during his stay here at Hogwarts. The love she sent with them.

Draco was pulled out of his train of thought as Hermione came down the stairs with two glasses and a bottle of something in her hands. Frowning he looked at her as she approached. Sitting down she placed the two glasses on the small table in front of them and opened the bottle of Russian Vodka in her hands.

“Looks like you need it more than me” She said pouring the translucent liquid into the two glasses. Taking her wand out said a chant and instantly ice appeared in both glasses.

“Here” She said handing him the glass, closing his surprisingly warm fingers around the base.

“What is it?” Malfoy asked her, looking into the glass that was encircled by his hands.

“Russia Vodka, the good stuff” Hermione said, she watched as he warily took a sip. His face grimacing as he swallowed the liquid.

“Yeah I know, not very nice. But get over it pretty boy” She said, taking a sip of the vodka, feeling the strong liquid burn as it went down her throat.

“Firewhiskey’s better” Malfoy said, Hermione raised a dark eyebrow.

“You got any?” She asked, he nodded saying ‘no’.

“Exactly” She said proving her point. Malfoy looked at her and took another sip, grinning at the glass. It was doing the trick; it was numbing him, making him feel nothing. Making the pain go away, even if it was only for a short period of time.

“What we toasting?” He asked her.

“You choose” Hermione said taking another large gulp, Malfoy thought about it and smiled.

“To the death of Lucius Malfoy?” He said, Hermione’s eyes widened, then realised he was being serious.

“I’ll drink to that” she said, not wanting to ask him his reason’s for wanting his own father dead, but Hermione had to admit, if Lucius Malfoy, was her father, she’d want him dead as well.

Looking at each other and tilting their glasses to the side, they clinked the sides of their glasses as a toast and took a sip. Together, they sat there in silent solitude sharing a bottle of Russian Vodka.

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Jayna

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