Chapter 19 : War.
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I walked away from Hermione, each step seeming to weigh more. Like I was attached to a spring and slowly pulling farther and farther away. I was terrified that I would just spring back to her, like always. I just couldn't handle this. I needed to get away, to stay away.
I only looked up from my feet when I heard a soft, sweet voice. “Hey there sweetheart, where did you take off to.” Vivian smiled, showing off her bright white teeth. She went to reattach herself to me, like she had been all night, but I side stepped her. She didn't seem put off by this, just waited patiently for my answer.
“Hermione had to talk to me.” I shrugged, no one else here thought it was a big idea. Some even went to come talk to me but I looked towards Vivian and noticed she was sending anyone who tried dirty looks. She probably just noticed that I was torn up and didn't want to deal with people. I looked down at my watch and noticed that I only had a half an hour left, I guess I could manage that.
She smiled at me again. That was Vivian, she was bubbly and sweet, and she was always smiling. “Who's Hermionion...ee...?” She stumbled over the name, which was a common problem. She bite her lower lip and shot me an oh so innocent look.
I sighed, how did I describe Hermione. She was just...her. There was no one like her. She was frustrating and crazy, but so amazing and wonderful. I didn't know exactly what was happening with her right now. I mean, I just had told her that I was going and she couldn't stop me. She couldn't, I was telling her the truth. “A coworker....or ex coworker.” I shot Vivian a fake smile, she didn't seem to notice how unrealistic it really was.
“Oh cool.” She spoke quietly. Then she started to allow more people to fill in around us, even letting them ask questions. We answered all of them and talked lively. No one seemed to notice how out of it I really was.
I turned back to the way I came. I saw Hermione slinking down the hallway toward the exit. She had her head down, trying to hide her face from any oncoming people passing her. She had been crying. Of all the thousands of beauty spells out there none of them could make you look like you didn’t just cry. Sure they could fix her makeup and take the red tinge out of her face, but nothing could take away the last effects of someone crying. She had just cried...and I was the reason. That just killed me inside.
I knew this was my night but I needed to leave. I needed to get away because right now I felt like I was on the verge of breaking. I knew that I had just went on about how I didn't want to see her, or that I wanted to get over her to Hermione. But it was all a lie. I wanted her so bad that it was painful. I couldn’t stand saying those things to her. Part of me told myself that it was for the best, that she was better off this way, that I was doing a good thing. The other part knew I was doing this for myself. Even though it was hurting me to tell her I didn’t want her anymore, it was easier than to get rejected again. And I knew that’s what would happen. These last two weeks didn’t lessen any of the pain, I just wanted her to believe it did. I wanted her to think I was okay...so that maybe she could be.
“Hey you okay?” Vivian smiled at me.
I forced another fake smile. “Sure....but I think I'm about ready to leave. These little office parties aren't really my thing.”
She bit her lip and thought for a second. “I have an idea!” She smiled brightly, grabbing my hand. “Want to go check out your new office, I promise you'll love it so much more than this one. It'll cheer you up!” She was a bit superficial, but she was sweet.
Maybe that would cheer me up some...or at least make me feel better about taking this job.
I smiled back at her. “Alright let's go.”
She smiled again, always all smiles, and lead me towards my soon to be ex boss. She mumbled to him that I wasn't feeling well and she was going to quickly go over some paperwork with me before I left to go home. It was an obvious lie but he didn't question it. Just nodded and waved her on.
The door swung open slowly. “Nice, right?” She smiled, watching my face brighten as I stepped into my new office. This was more like it. This was where I belonged. It was huge and spacious. The ceilings were high, they were in every room of this building. And I was on the corner of the building, on the highest floor. The two walls that made the outside corner were all glass, only having shades to block out the world. I walked over to where the glass met in the middle and looked out through the glass. It was breathtakingly beautiful. Looking down you could see the city, all the people looking so small as they rushed about their business, carrying on with their daily lives. Then when you looked out, straight ahead, you saw the land. The green wonderful land with the sun shining down on it made the office seem more at peace. It really was a building of grandeur.
“Very.” I said almost breathlessly. I heard a clink of glass from behind me and turned around to see what it was. Vivian was by the small fridge that was on the side of the room grabbing a bottle of what looked like wine and two long stemmed glasses.
I threw her a questioning, yet amused look. “This calls for a celebration!” She smiled from ear to ear, it lighting up her face. She attempted to open the bottle but failed miserably, I laughed watching her struggle. “It's not funny!” She squeaked at me.
I walked over to her, taking the bottle from her hands and easily popped open the top. Unfortunately I didn't quite take into count that she had just shaken the bottle a lot while she attempted to open it. My opening it so soon afterward made it fizz and sputter all over us.
She let out a small yelp and moved away quickly as the liquid covered and soaked the front of her white and tan dress.
I laughed at her again. “I'm sorry.”
“Ew, it's sticky!” She cried. Which of course made me laugh even harder. She was sounding like a little girl who dropped her candy in her hair. She was like a little girl in many ways. She was skinny and tall, in some ways looking like a deer, but in a flattering way. She had wide gray eyes and a small nose. Her skin was flawless, like a porcelain doll but more pigmented, currently tinged with pink across her nose. She looked like ….a Malfoy honestly. She had the same blonde hair and features. She could have been my sister.
But what she did next was very unsisterly.
She slid the straps of her dress off her shoulders and walked over to me. What? When she got to me she turned around slowly, no longer facing me. “Unzip me” It wasn't a question. I didn't really know how to respond. So I did as she asked and unzipped the long zipper on the back of her dress slowly. She allowed the dress to fall, pooling at her feet. What was she doing?
“Err...” I managed, not sounding very intelligent but not knowing what to say...or do.
“Shh...” She whispered, pressing herself against me. She was left in just her lacy undergarments, thigh highs and heels. This was way too much for a man to handle. She placed her lips at my collarbone and worked her way up my neck.
“Viv....we can't.” I mumbled, out of breath. We really couldn't do this, we just couldn't.
She didn't say anything, just kept on going with her slow torturous kisses up my neck, biting here and there. It was nothing much that she was doing, but the way she was pressing against me while doing it made it that much more erotic.
She pushed me against the wall, biting my earlobe. I wanted her to stop. Yet.. I didn't. It was complicated. My brain wanted one thing but my body wanted the very opposite. I was fighting a war with myself, either way I was losing. She had made her way to my jawline, nipping there. I looked
down at her quickly, trying to figure out what to say to make her stop. My brain had to win this battle.
That's when she kissed me. Not just kissed me, but kissed me! Full of passion and crazy hormones. My eyes rolled back as she placed her hands on my chest, having unbuttoned my short already. How did she even do that without me noticing? I groaned into her mouth. And my body took over. I kissed her back fiercely. Not lovingly, not tenderly. Just primal instinct. I didn't love her and I certainly wasn't going to treat her like I did. I slammed her against the wall, a little to hard, and continued kissing her. She was so willing, so easily taken.
But then, her hands moved, exploring more of my body and I froze. I just stopped. It was unexplainable, but my body just stopped, it didn't want this anymore. And my brain finally kicked in, full blast. I wanted her off of me. Now.
“Vivian. Stop.” I said firmly, flipping us and pinning those wandering hands to her side. She did as she was told but had a wild glint in her eye. Oh, she liked being told what to do. She was one of those. Those were an easy type for me. I was good at being bossy, good at being in charge. Those types I could have fun with... NO. I shook my head, letting her hands go. I walked away from her to the opposite side of the room. No. I couldn't think of her that way. She wasn't...her. I didn't want those types of girls, the easy ones. I wanted a challenge, I wanted..just her.
Vivian got up to move but the glare I shot her made her stay where she was. She started to move again but I then I yelled. “I said to fucking stop!”
She did. And she looked like I had just kicked her. Her eyes grew wider and she looked innocent. But I knew she wasn't. I did however feel a little bad for yelling. It wasn't her fault. She didn't know that I wasn't available. I was single after all...just not available.
“Listen to me. You're an amazing woman. You have the power to light up a whole room in no time flat. Not to mention that you're beautiful.“Vivian beamed at me and moved closer, trying to pull me into her for another kiss. “But...you're not Hermione.”
She rolled her eyes. "The 'coworker' you went to talk to? Yeah I thought there was something going on there. Can you just stop thinking about her? I don’t know what was going on between you. Whatever it is well...it's obviously done. It's time to move on the better things."She winked at me before she grabbed my arm and wrapped it around her shoulders, snuggling to my chest.
"You don’t know anything about this Vivian." I shrugged her advances off.
She allowed me to push her away but that stop her smirk or the way her eyes looked at me. "That irrelevant. You're working under me now. You're mine." Under her. I wasn't under her.
"Just because I work for you doesn't mean that I'm yours. You don't have claim on me." I stated fiercely.
"Oh but it does. You'll see Draco, I'm perfect for you. Maybe not now...but you will. " She seemed like she knew that this was a sure thing, that it had proven true in the past.
“She doesn't want you Draco.” She smirked at me.
“You don't know that.” I defended my statement. She didn't know. She didn't know anything about this. She just didn't know!
She gave me a knowing smile. No, she can't do that...she doesn't know! Then slyly and softly said “If she did she would fight for you.” Oh.
I thought about that one. That is true. But maybe...maybe she was waiting for me to fight for her. “She has enough battles to fight. Maybe I should fight for her.” There was no maybe about it. I knew what I had to do.
She shrieked! “That's ridiculous. You could be happy with me. Look at me!” She let her hands fall down the curves of her body, showing them off.
I watched those hands, but they only proved my point.“You're not my brown frizzy haired, know it all, big brown eyed Hermione. And you'll never be anything like her. She's my other half. I need her to be whole. I'm going to fight for her.”
She rolled her eyes.
I rolled mine right back at her. “Thanks for showing me the way. I know what I have to do now.”
"You may get back with her, but I promise I'll always be at the back of your mind and eventually you'll break. " It was more than a threat, she spoke it like it was an indisputable fact. And for some reason, some underlying factor that had yet to bring itself to the surface, I feared that this could be true. She just seemed so sure, so positive.
But I knew that if Hermione took me back that was it. I wouldn’t be thinking of Vivian. She could never break me, only Hermione could. Hermione, oh Hermione....what have you done to me? She was the only one I wanted, not any other woman could ever take me away from her. I was completely hers, even if she wasn't mine. Yet.
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