Chapter 33 : Mind Games
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Her big brown eyes looked up at me. “There was a noise, outside the window.” She said in a small voice, almost childlike.
I chuckled softly. Was she scared? Nothing would get her, I'd make sure of it. It would have to get though me first, which is rather unlikely. “Don't be worried, it was probably nothing.” I kissed the top of her head, still chuckling to myself.
I watched her eyes flash. Oops, wrong thing to say apparently. She squeaked out her next statement. “I'm not worried! I'm curious, it must have been something. If you don't go check it out, I will!” She rolled those eyes at me. Of course she wasn't scared. This was Hermione after all. She jumped slightly in my arms again when we heard the sound again. “Told you!”
I sighed. I was fighting a losing battle. I was tired and I figured that she would just let me take her to bed if I agreed to check it out. Even if I thought it was silly. “Okay, okay! Let's get you in bed and then I'll check it out.” I rolled her off of me slightly, allowing myself space to get up and stretch my lethargic muscles, yawning. Even though it was clear that she was curious at to what the sound was it was easy to tell just how tired she was. She was fighting a losing battle with her eyelids. She probably wouldn't make it to the bedroom. I leaned down and easily swept her up into my arms bridal style. I chuckled softly to myself again as i watched her eyes widen in surprise, her lips parting slightly ad a soft breath escaped through them. She was too adorable. She wrapped her arms around my neck as i slowly carried her to our room. Supporting her with one arm I turned down the bed on her side, the right side. Tucking her in I told her “Alright, let me go check that out.” I smirked at her before kissing her swiftly. I knew she was fast asleep before I had even made it out of the room.
I grumbled as I walked over to the window where the sound had been. I was tired and I just wanted to go back to the beautiful girl in my bed. I pulled back the heavy curtains and saw a quite angry owl perched on the window sill. It was too big to sit comfortably on the sill, so it was doing this half flapping thing with its wings to keep from falling. It must have been tapping on the window for a long time while we had been sleeping, that's when it must have started making the loud whacking noises. Now it was glowering in at me, tapping its beak on the window. I finally put it out of its misery and opened the window for it. It flew in and landed on a table, happy to be out of the cold. I walked over to it and tried to be as gentle and nice as possible to the poor owl as I took the parchment from it. It still bit me as I pulled it away. Owls...
I pulled my finger into my mouth and sucked the blood away as I unrolled the parchment.
Dear Mr. Malfoy,
It has come to our attention that there have been some serious problems concerning sexual harassment in the workplace. Ms.Vivian Moss has filed a complaint against you, as of July 5th. Her statement stands that you have inappropriately touched her on multiple occasions. As well as speaking to her in a “suggestive” manor, also on multiple occasions. We have written to inform you of your required attendance to work court meeting so you have a chance to plead your case. This is not optional, it is a required meeting. We look forward to seeing you and sorting this manor out.
My blood ran cold when I finished reading it, barely looking at the legal stamp on the bottom, to serve as a signature. Vivian. She was lying straight through her teeth. I have not touched her. If anyone should be pleading sexual assault it should be me. She had thrown herself at me too many times for comfort. I guess she didn't take my quitting and walking away from her for real. Until it was made clear to her that I had taken my old job back. I was done with her. She had never lost before. Any guy she ever met practically threw himself at her. He would cater to her every whim and demand. He completely lost himself over her. And then, just like that, she would grow tired of him and throw him away only to go find a new object of prey. I was the only one who didn't fall for her. Yes, she was gorgeous. Yes, she did come off as a total sweetheart – when in reality she was a stone cold bitch. Yes, she did seem to be able to give a man exactly what he needed. But she was just an illusion. She was a horrible person. She was such a taker, a user.
I paced through my living room, back and forth, until I heard a squawk from the owl. Ah, I had forgotten all about him. He was waiting for my response. “Stay here.” I whispered to it as I walked into the kitchen. I grabbed a piece of parchment, a self inking quill, and some owl treats. I walked back to the living room and tossed the bird a few of the treats. After eating them he seemed to warm up quite a bit, not so pissed about me leaving him out in the cold for so long. He pushed his head into my palm, wanting to be pet. I rolled my eyes and indulged him for a minute before returning to the task at hand. I scribbled down a quick reply, not even bothering to properly address it.
I will be attending this meeting, simply to plead my case and to tell the truth. I assure you that whatever Ms.Moss has said is completely and utterly false. She is playing mind games with you people, once again, but I assure you she will not be able to pull one over on me. I look forward to being there and setting things straight.
-Draco L. Malfoy.
I rolled the parchment up and attached it to the owl's leg. I gave him the rest of the treats and opened the window back up for him to fly away. He looked outside and then back at me, clearly not wanting to go back out there. “Hey look, I'm sorry there little owl, but you need to be taking that back. Next time I promise to let you in.” I rubbed it's head again. The owl finally took off out the window and out of sight. I sighed. Why did this have to happen? Hermione had just been saying how good everything was going. I had agreed. We must have jinxed it.
I went into our room and watched her as she slept. So beautiful. Why she had ever let someone like me into her life was beyond me. I was so broken. I had been terrible for so long. I had been part of the side that had murdered her parents, her friends, her loved ones. I had the person who's main mission in Hogwarts was to make her, and people of similar blood status, miserable. To make them pay for being lesser. How she ever forgave me in the first place blew my mind. But she had and for that I was eternally grateful. I could have easily missed out on this life, finding love, finding her. And now she was sharing her life, and the life of her child with me. OUR little Sophia, the little girl that she even gave the middle name in reference to me. The little girl that was already the center of my very universe.(Yes, by this time I actually had realized the universe did not revolve around me!) I honestly couldn't imagine my life without her, without either of them. What would Hermione say about this epidemic? Would she freak out? Would she never trust me again? Would she leave me? She said she could never be so mad that she would leave me for Ron. She never said she wouldn't leave me...just not for Ron. I had to tell her and explain. I had to explain before she could believe that I would do that to her. Finally, after a raging war in my head was trying to simmer down, I walked over to our bed. I needed sleep, this would hopefully look better in the morning light. It was far too late to think about any of this right now. I tried to slide into bed as gently as I could. I didn't want to wake her up, she looked so peaceful.
Unfortunately I wasn’t careful enough. I watched her eyes flutter open. Her view was away from me, to look at the clock. It had been a while since I had left her alone in here, she noticed that too because I saw the frown form on her face.. She groggily rolled over to face me.“So what was it?" She barely whispered, making it hard to understand her. But even if I hadn't heard it I would have know what she wanted to know. She wanted to know what the sound was.
I sighed as I tucked myself into bed beside her, petting her hair softly.“Go back to sleep Hermione.” I murmured. I didn't want to discuss it right now. It wasn't the proper time for it. If there would ever be one.
She propped her head up on her elbow. “What was it?” Nope she was not going to let this go. I just didn’t want to talk about it yet. Well, I didn't want to talk about it ever but I knew I would have to eventually.
I sighed, knowing she would want an excuse. “It was an owl.” I looked away from her, I wasn't really lying but I still could not bare to look her in the eyes. “It had to do with work. It was nothing, just go back to sleep.” It wasn't a complete lie. It did have to do with work, but it wasn't nothing. It was the very opposite.
She snuggled closer and that made me feel guilty. I sighed, wrapping my one arm around her. She was my comfort. Even when I didn't want to talk to her about this right now, it was bliss to have her to hold onto. “Are you sure it was nothing. It looks like something is bothering you? Please tell me...that's what I'm here for.” She bite her lip gently and looked up at me. That killed me but at the same time made me love her even more. She was the sweetest person I had ever met. She was always looking out for me. That's why I loved her the most I think, because she could love me.
I couldn't help but reward her with a smile. “I know love, it's just work stuff, nothing for you to be worried about.” Not yet anyway. I splayed my hand over her swollen stomach, delighted when I felt a small movement there.
She had some fight left in her, but she also had too much desire to sleep to do anything about it. I held her close as she drifted to sleep. I, on the other hand didn't sleep at all that night. I shifted restlessly next to her. I knew I had to tell her about all of this. I should have told her right after it happened. Should have told her about all of the times Vivian had pushed herself onto me. I should have told her, because she would have understood. I was just trying to protect her. I didn't want her to get upset over anything so stupid as this. I didn't want a bitch like Vivian ruining what we had. I had worked so hard for Hermione, for her trust. I just couldn't lose it now. But I had to tell her now. In the morning, or sometime soon. For all I know it could escalate to further than just some stupid work court. That court was made out of peers and bosses. They didn't mean shit to me. I was Draco Malfoy. They couldn't touch me. I was sure Vivian knew this though. I'm sure she didn't do this just to piss me off, or just to get me fired. No she was spiteful and she was cunning. She would do everything in her power, which was surprising large, to make sure Hermione knew about anything that we had done. Of course she would try to make it seem like I initiated it. Like I wanted it. Which I never did. I didn't want Vivian. I only wanted, only still want Hermione. I would do anything in my power to keep her.
Hey lovelies! Hope you're enjoying the story. Now I know this chapter is kind of cheating because it already happened. I just wanted to show Draco's side of what was happening and what the "work letter" had actually contained. I do write these chapters from my iPhone so if there are any crazy errors, please excuse them and/or let me know. I love you guys! Happy reading and (hopefully) reviewing!
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