Chapter 31 : Pinky Promise.
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I had come back home to find an empty apartment. I had no idea where Hermione was. And I hoped that she wasn't with who I thought she was with. If she was I didn't know what I would do. Would she really just leave me like that just because I made a little mistake and wasn't there to pick her up in time. Okay...so I've made more than a few mistakes. More mistakes that have been more harmful. Had she just decided I wasn't worth it after all. Was I too much work when she could easily go back to the familiar? I knew he would take her back. Even if he said he wouldn't he would have to be crazy not too. She was the best thing that had ever blessed his life. And he fucked it all up. Not that I wasn't ecstatic that he did, because that is what drove her to me. He would be insane if he didn't take her back. He was a fool, I knew that to be true, but not that big of one. Hermione was beautiful, intelligent, stunning, just an overall amazing little witch. And there was always the fact that she was carrying his child. His...even though I oh so desperately wished that it was mine. If I had made a move on her just a few weeks earlier... NO! What was I even thinking? She would have hated me if I had gotten her pregnant. Hell she probably hates me now anyway.
I needed to stop. I needed to get my mind off of her. I laughed grimly at how stupid my thoughts were sounding. “Like I could ever get her out of my head.” I mumbled to myself. Then I realized what I did and chuckled darkly again. “And now I'm talking to myself. That's it, she's officially drove me crazy.”
I wondered through the rooms that kept me separated from the place that I always went to in times like these. I needed some type of release, something that would allow me to get all of my frustration and pain out.
I went to unlock the door but realized it was already unlocked. That meant that Draco was home. I let out a sigh of relief. When he wasn't there to pick me up I feared the worst. So...why wasn't here there to pick me up? I shrugged, whatever I was just happy that he was home safe. I worried about him too much. He was a big man, he could handle himself. But I also knew that some people never really could get over the fact that he was a death eater at one point. I had trouble looking at his dark mark at first too. But now I looked at it as a scar, nothing more. He had been wounded, mentally so. He was taken over by a bad cause, he had a rough time. I knew that the mark was no longer holding its meaning. He was a good guy. I let myself in and walked to the living. I was utterly shocked at what I saw.
The room was a mess. It looked like it had been picked up and dropped. The glass coffee table was smashed into millions of shimmering pieces that caught the sunlight that poured in from the window. The rays of light managed to finally see the inside of his usually dim house due to the fact that the shades were slashed. I cautiously walked through the room, trying not to step on any glass that littered the ground. I walked to the kitchen; nothing. It seems the destruction was limited to the living room.
"What the hell happened here?" I screeched, in a quite unflattering manner.
But I got no response. Where was he? I spotted his keys on the kitchen counter, his jacket next to it. He was home.
"Draco?" I called as I made my way to our bedroom. He wasn't in there or in the bathroom off of our room. I made way down the hall to the nursery. I figured that he may have gone in there because he always seems so much happier when he was in there surrounded by pink baby things. I opened the door and peered inside. The room glowed happily, untouched. No, he wasn't in there either. I went to his office, Draco being the workaholic that he would surely be in there. Or not. I turned to walk back to the living room to clean up, then noticed another door in which I've never been in. I always just assumed it was a closet of some sorts, it was out of the way and Draco never entered it. It was something that I didn't usually see at all. It just seemed so insignificant that my mind never really took it in. Hmm...but what would lay behind this door? Draco?
My curiosity got the better of me. I cautiously turned the handle and opened the door a crack. The door opened with a suction noise and then the real noise hit me like a train. Music at the highest possible volume setting pumped through me. After that initial shock wore off I opened the door more until I could look inside. In it I saw that the room was a fitness room, full of weights and other machinery made for working out. In the far right corner there were heavy weight punching bags. That's where I spotted Draco. He was only wearing a pair of black shorts and MMA gloves. He was dripping sweat off of his well toned body. Ah so this is where he got that. I enjoyed the view as my gaze raked up his body. Until I got to his face. His expression just about killed me. He looked more than just angry, he looked absolutely tortured, miserable.
I stepped into the room quietly. I needed to go to him, needed to know what was bothering him.
When he noticed me his head came up and his fists lowered slowly."Hermione?" He mumbled as I came into view.
"Hello, love." I smiled at him.
He stopped doing everything. I watched as he slowly undid the straps on his gloves and let them fall to the matted floor.
He walked slowly but deliberately to where I stood. When he got to me and pulled me into him roughly, squeezing me to his chest.
"I thought..." He looked away from me and stopped talking.
I waited for him to continue but eventually realized that he wouldn't. "You thought what?" I prompted. He turned back to look at me but stayed silent. "Please tell me, Draco."
"It's stupid..." His voice was raw. He looked down at his hands that he was wringing together.
I gave him a reassuring smile before slipping one of my hands between his. "I'm sure it won't be."
He sighed. "I ran into Loren when I went to pick you up and she told me that you went with Ron."
Why would she say that? I told her I was calling a friend to pick me up. Why would she even consider Ron to be my friend? "She said that?" I asked confused.
"I was just worried that... you got mad and decided to be with him instead. That you left..."
I laughed. "Draco! Of course I was a little agitated that you weren't there but not mad enough to call up my crazy ex. I promise you that I'll never be THAT mad at you!"
"You promise?" He half smiled.
"I pinky promise." I held out my pinky to him. He just stared at it, wondering what I was doing pointing my littlest finger at him. I smiled and grabbed his hand, opening his palm up and uncurling his fingers, grabbing his pinky in mine. He smiled down at our entwined digits. He bent his head and kissed the knuckle of mine softly, just brushing his lips against my skin.
"You're the only one who gets to see me like this." He said softly.
My brows furrowed. "Like what?"
"Weak." He said it bluntly, but softly.
"Draco... you're not weak! i just witnessed you practically killing that bag!" I laughed pointing to the punching bag that was still swaying gently in the background.
He gave a slight chuckle. "I mean emotionally, mentally. "
"No, not weak, just human." I smiled at him again.
"You just do something to me. You make me feel so differently than anyone else has ever had. You have such an impact.” He seemed lost in his own words, like he, himself didn’t even understand them fully.
“OH!” I needed to tell him who I was actually with. Still, I couldn’t believe that he thought it would have been Ron. Obviously he's a lot crazier than I originally thought. “Sweetheart, I was with Harry.”
“What?” He mumbled, clearly confused.
I shook my head at him. “Try to keep up.” I gave him a Malfoy worthy smirk. I saw that he was about to comment but I cut him off. “When you didn't pick me up I was cranky and starving. Ya know, the whole eating for two thing makes me need to eat like a dragon! So I called harry and he came and took me out to eat. Then he dropped me off here. “ I could see the burden being lifted off of his chest. He honestly feared that it was Ron I was with. I continued. “And then I came in and found a mess in the living room. Care to explain that, by the way?”
“Oh...that.” He looked like a child who had been caught with his hands in the cookie jar. “I break things sometimes. It's a bad habit. That's why I took up MMA. It allows me to hit things that aren’t important.” He smiled weakly at me. “I'll clean it up, muggle style if you want.”
“I get it.” I returned the smile broadly. Wrapping myself around him in another embrace. “And no, I already cleaned it, wizard style.” I giggled.
He snuggled me into him but the stiffened and pushed me away slightly. “Aren't you worried...that I'm so violent sometimes?”
“Doesn't it make you worry about how I'll be with the baby? I don't want to hurt her.” He seemed genuinely concerned. What was it about little baby girls that could take the biggest man and turn him into a big softy?
“You're not violent, you're channeling your frustration and anger. I think you will be a perfect father for her.” His eyes sparked at the words I said, I knew he would love those. I was only telling him the truth though. I placed a reassuring hand on his chest. Only to get a palm full of muscles flash underneath it. Oh, this I liked. “Plus...seeing you like this...” I trailed off, winking at him.
“Like what?” He smirked at me, pulling me to him again. Ah there was the Draco that I knew and loved.
“All sweaty and all muscle.” I wink again. “Really get's a girl going.”
He groaned and snaked his hand up to find my jaw. He caressed my face and pulled it up towards him, roughly meeting his lips to mine. The kiss sent of fireworks, as cliché as that sounds. I found myself being lead out of the room, trailing behind him.
My head lolled to the side, resting on his shoulder as we lay in bed next to each other.
“I think it's bedtime for you.” He chuckled as he watched my eyelids droop. “I'm terribly sorry about today.” He murmured against my ear as he cuddled me against him.
“You know...I wasn't even really mad that you didn't pick me up, I was more so worried about you. I always worry about you.” I mumbled.
He laughed at me.” Worried about me?! What is there to worry about? I was worried about you!”
“Well aren't we quite the pair.” I smiled at him before pressing a soft kiss to his lips.
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