April 2008

Nine Yards

Hello! It took days to exploit the brain for an idea, and after writing the prologue and I decided to upload something else. To see what you think. I am very excited about the story, because I feel I've evolved a lot since the last time I decided to write a Dramione. A huge saludin Jenny, also a lover of Dramione, hope you like it ^ ^ nice weekend take

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NA This fic is a risky bet, because
not focus only on a couple, but will be three appearances fool you though, it is not remotely
which sees leagues Dramione is a pure and simple. Couples will
rare, but where I fell in love reading some works in English, which are not well known
English. AU is a more or less from the fifth book,
may target anything of the following books, but I do not.
myself the illusion that never happened, lol.

I have no beta so I apologize for any misspellings,
did my best;)

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For Hiromi Yukishiro

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Nine Yards

Summary: Blaise and Hermione suddenly announce their wedding. Draco does not accept
horrified and his attempt to dismiss the clutches of his enemy
his best friend, just doing and thinking things he should not. But nothing is what
seems, absolutely nothing.

" How I wish, how I wish you were here.

We're just two lost souls

Swimming in a fish bowl,

Year after year,

Running over the same old ground "

(Pink Floyd - Wish you were here)

" Marriage"

The word is repeated in the man's head like a song sung bad
quickly, causing a headache that was restrained
by the fact that the woman who was getting dressed after having made love with him,
would leave for that word. Even when the sheets still smelled the aroma of decadent
perspiration of both, she could not wait to leave
.

Although to be deceived, he knew that the relationship had not lasted
four editions of the prophet, that had lasted six months
surprised him even today, and spent each week watching the calendar
on Thursday hoping to reach her in his arms
in a dirty room "Cauldron Leaky. "

Home "I must - I replied. Had thought a few seconds, and
had come to the conclusion that the snake had the misfortune to love
would not leave that room without shedding a tear for him. His pride
required - not, you'd never infatuated with me, and had put the good of your fiance
horns as many days in the year -
smiled slyly.

One, two, three. The buttons were buttoned his coat and she was fully clothed
, contrasting with the full image naked, disheveled and vague
gave him, tangled in sheets still smelled the strong
the laundry starch. Under the guise of neatness - so she thought because she was shielded
on your clothes - it looked
raised eyebrows.

"Today I asked for it - he murmured as he tried to fix their nervous hands
hair - I brought you back to this room to explain
that this could not continue because I finally promised, and the nonsense of these
months on I was being an object that was laying in a drawer
unsafe mine were just stupid. Someday I'll tell you the truth, but not
want after you die, fall apart and think of me ...

- What are a woman who has needs, and that far from your pedestal
need anything more goodies like that stupid trinket necklace
probably purchased at a flea market all at a Knuts? - She laughed with
cruelty.

"I will not fall into your game. Although on second thought, I understand -
smiled condescendingly - after all are not used to stop you, but
get over it, after all for you was a game ... right?.
left it perfectly clear the day I found hung in this room
almost six months ago. Were your words "not get excited, not worth more than
a powder, Leona - He raised an eyebrow - were a few more, but I guess not be redeemable
... right?

He rose care less enraged her nakedness.

- Do not patronize me, filthy Gryffindor! - Bellowed.

"Now I'm nasty - Rio - How things change
when someone says something you do not want to hear - "He paused - for you may not be more than
a bitch you used to quell the libido, a bitch who had a partner.
But the truth is I felt very alone, I had misconceptions about my partner ...
ideas that led me to do crazy how are you.

- So why wait to fuck me and give me the kick
next?

The grotesque vulgarity squawk of indignation and was slapped with
strength, his face flushed and panting angrily turned away, watching his fingers
mark in White skin man.

"I tried to talk to you - Oh, of course
tried but their efforts went too far when he was seduced by the charm that
criminal to always feel like a helpless child, yet anxious that danger
dripping all over it - but ...

-Decided that the last time was best for your interests ... right? - Arched an eyebrow air
evil - Yeah, very clever of you, Miss
goodness.

She blushed because he had been right, somehow when
entered the room, she with clear ideas when
kissed the first time, wanted to leave the same way
found six months earlier.

"Believe what you want - said haughtily, ending
put on shoes and walking out the door.

"I think what is true, I want more than your beloved
promised to pretend that aging and give you a few stems, to believe that your life will make sense
- He went to the door and locked it supporting your forearm,
smiled knowingly malicious - but you and I know that will not.

She breathed deeply, away from his touch.

"Let me out.

"Not until you're honest with yourself.

She snorted at the idea that he acted in psychoanalyst.

moron!

- If you want to to praise your skills in bed, and how good you are
enticing, I will tell you you're the best! - Chill heated - But you're not half the man
is my promise - I turned from the door open and opened
- It's my life, never forget ... please -
ended with a plea.

"I want my side.

"You can not have me.

And when she left him alone, he sat in bed
scratching their heads and spewing shit about women. He was a pragmatist, not a
boy with a broken heart. I was always used to getting what
wanted, and probably the woman who long ago stopped being a hobby,
was possibly the most important thing he wanted to achieve.

And not even a fucking love Gryffindor
him out of his commitment.

She was his.

Only yours.

Foreword

Hermione was exciting to work on research for its own account
thanks to lozenges had learned a good reputation among healers
thanks to St. Mungo's career while studying Medimagia ,
studied thanks to their parents in a private university, Muggle
career in medicine, chose only the basic subjects that could be mastered in
both worlds, and because of that, after spending two years as a healer in the wounded plant
curses, was taken to a building belonging to
hospital and a small group investigating healing potions, ointments and all sorts
of drugs that could help in any kind of ailment or disease
.

But that morning I was unhappy with the situation, as every morning
had little white lights on the true providing
charm to provide clarity to his small office, or as she used
tick in your head "the den" and met
a colorful character.

- What are you doing here?

- Is not I can visit an old classmate? - He smiled
amusement at the woman who stood without hesitation wand
pressing against vital arteries of your neck - Wow, Granger, you have become dangerous - is
quipped.

-Blaise Zabini, but tell me you're coming, you throw a spell that not all healers
the United Kingdom may reverse - he added - will be painful, very painful
.

man's blue eyes sharpened and his smile faded as
nod.

- Do you want to invite you a coffee?. Personally they do here is like drinking water from sewage
- snorted - Anda Granger, we are not in school, do not be surly
.

"Coffee. - He put his wand, but still throwing suspicious glances
.

" Well," sighed the man is a good start, at least I have not thrown a spell
" Zabini did not doubt the promise painful than the proposals
Granger with her wand.

The witch has always been very effective, since she was a library rat
first year. OOo

Three months later.

Since the war the Malfoys were not highly respected family that made the former Minister
even lick the boots of
aristocratic patriarch of English, but with effort Narcissa and Draco
had insisted on regaining lost prestige . Draco had been three years in England, -
after the war worked on the wrong side, then run away scared
right next to the camp for protection - where he made several businesses
legal character, as the purchase of a company engaged in manufacturing
potions, or a lending company that once belonged to Gringotts and
now belonged to the Malfoys. Narcissa from you as a lady who was
charities organized social events where the wealthy and powerful magicians
gave their pennies to those children living in a magical
reformatory the Malfoys evidently also had previously purchased.

From a family of murderers, were now a wealthy family
given to the cause of making the magical world was a more laudable in which to live. At first everything was
a small strategist of the last Black live to bring some prestige
the family, but who was going to tell Narcissa to
maternal spirit that would emerge when he entered reformatory
magical seeing faces bleak and lonely childhood. Narcissa
discovered an unknown side of her, and Draco was pleased with the idea that his mother
be kept busy. After winning the good name of his mother took care of everything social
, he was recovering the life that was lost because of his father
war.

And that afternoon Draco announced its entry into the restaurant waiter over
exquisite Magical London area with the intention to meet with his old
friend, who had promised present to the bride was so
love, and whose presence at Draco felt envy, because he was
removing her best female friend with his presence.

"Follow me please, Mr. Malfoy.

Blaise Draco found in a single table of four, looking to air critical
incoming letter.

- And that girl that got you so excited?. For
fireplace looked like a teenager in love - made fun without malice.

"I'll marry her.

Draco almost spit the wine that the waiter served.

- What?

"I know it's crazy, but friend, the love that's basically hardened
madness - smiled.

"You're crazy - muttered still in shock - The just met ...
How will you get married in three months with a complete stranger? -
Perhaps his friend had fallen victim of a hunting husbands and was under the love potion from the witch
long fangs. Draco had met similar women at parties
welfare of his mother. Very beautiful but hollow inside and
too ambitious for his liking. That was not healthy. Blaise smiled

scathing.

"That is taking a ratio of three months, does not mean that the
know before - pointed mockery - in fact studied with us.

" Oh, oh"

- Parkinson's! - He knew his friend had had a slight bitterness
brunette teen with brown eyes who became his nightmare seven courses
Hogwarts. It was a psychopath, Draco ever doubted whether she when
bathed in a dressing room once he spied Quidditch. - Uncle, who no longer
're a kid.

snorted.

- God, as you can think I'm going to marry Parkinson! - Exclaimed
quite offended - Before I just prefer to make my veins, also never marry me eternal
fans of my best friend - smiled fun.

Draco looked confused.

"I do not remember ... - It lifted a weight off to discover that it was the future Mrs.
Pansy Zabini, but his curiosity was raised to the square while a recount was mental
their former companions - Millcent? -
asked horrified.

"Do not bother Malfoy was not our house - he said quietly.

Now the list is expanding.

-La that Cho Chang was quite good - said Draco thoughtfully -
Pity it was so ass to mess with the nerd of Diggory and finally Morro
Potter - the name spat with old grudges and a similar feeling
reproduced in the blue eyes of his friend - is Chang! - Exclaimed
overwhelmed.

Blaise laughed a laugh clean.

"No, Merlin, no ... the moment in an interracial relationship is my plans ...

" So that's the rule of three sisters Patil blots on our list -
He scratched his chin thoughtfully, and seconds later surrendered - Okay, I have no fucking idea
who can be your perfect princess ... why not tell me directly
and ended up with this fair?

Blaise looked at one point that Draco was not actually behind him.

"I was doing time for me to tell you herself.

A female voice interrupted the replica of the blond.

"Hello Malfoy.

A female voice as he recorded vaguely known. Draco turned half
body still sitting in the chair and looked up to meet with a walnut half-closed eyes
with fun game with a similar smile.

-Blaise, you're dead - mumbled still looking to
promised his best friend. Hermione Granger

just raised his eyebrows in response. Blaise

very funny just laughed as Draco Malfoy was on the verge of becoming a ghost
because he could not fade more.

look Draco turned to his friend, angrily.

- Just kidding! - The blue-eyed Brown denied - has to be a joke, is a blood
dirty!

"That would say taxpayers your foundation if we express as freely
your contempt for Muggle-born, those to which both say help -
Granger said with mocking voice.

"It will be a bitch"

"You had to be married to the Weasel - Hermione chided him - What do you do with Blaise
?

"Obviously what I did with Ronald Weasley - pointed - Marry.

pests Draco was going to spit the "promised" his best friend, but the man in question
took his arm and forced him to sit, while he sat at Hermione
beside her husband.

"Calm down Draco, will give you a stroke.

Draco looked at his friend as if he had gone another head.

- Why do not you marry the Weasel? - Asked point-blank
glaring at the blond woman.

-Ronald and I dated for three years, as it is in your interest -
Hermione said without stretching, or angry at the harassment - but we broke up, why not ...
had the same views, and went with Ronald
his brother Charlie to Bulgaria for rearing dragons.

" Shit, this is serious"

- And as I ... - He looked at Blaise, choking on the idea of asking
something so horrible. His best friend and dirty blood - in love? - "If we
such thing ..." thought immediately.

Blaise took the floor, as he took Hermione's hand with a honeyed
complicity as she almost burst spleen Draco.

Hermione and I went to match last year in a celebration of St. Mungo,
where they celebrated the release of the new version of the potion
growing bones and both share some common views. Do not get the
idea that this young woman let me speak more than five minutes when
found me at the table of canapés - River with nostalgia - but we're not in Hogwarts and the war
already finished, so after a few dates we turn to issues
interesting - raised her eyebrows seductive.

- Blaise! - Screamed blushing.

sounded so cliché that Draco gagged him, then stopped.

- How well will you marry? - Blaise asked directly.

"Well, not every day is a woman who has the same physical portion of
and intelligence, and believe me, my life will be nothing boring in
marriage, already proven with facts - Again this movement seductive
suggested a thousand things that made Draco's appetite fell sharply.

- What about your family think?

- Mine?

"I'm not talking to you, your ... blood - was rectified when she received two pairs of eyes
caps - Hermione. - Almost choked to pronounce his name
. "The first and last time" almost prayed.

"My father is very excited about the idea that the end has a Yerna
which consent, I hope that this old dog does not try ligársela -
joked - And my mother, well, it will plummet until
Zabini chromosomes in the next generation would be able to come across a giant -
River.

Then Draco regained hope with the idea that the brave Potter
go with his armor and would rob knight "It"
the arms of his friend.

- What do you think Potter and your friends? - Asked sarcastically.

"Tomorrow let us interview Witch Heart - smiled -
things about being the son of Minister of Italy - shrugged casually - so they will know
by the source, and will have to accept
want or not.

Hermione smiled.

-A Harry and Ron who does not care to be happy, as happy.

"is as sweet as emetic"

Draco filled his glass of wine and raised the cup with a grin, but inside
wanted to practice their aim with Granger and
table knives.

"Congratulations ... Blaise Hermione - Provided. The

couple responded with a smile.

Thanks.

continued ...

Sorry

I regret not having been these days in my Livejournal, but I'm going through a bad situation psychological level, the problem is mine and not others.

Not only have I been so depressed in the thesis, but I've also started to get depressed about what I have to do once I graduate.

few days ago, my father suggested that if I liked the writing, I took a workshop to help improve distance, and even give you the foundation to write a novel. I was fascinated, begins once you finish the thesis, my father did not understand it because what I like, but because I want to see a world working as sordid as the legal profession is just 22 years, when he started with 30 and was very difficult both psychologically and competition.

My problem flows around the writing, from little girl was my dream, I have in the closet dozen books full of crazy stories to in my spare time, I have my pc with thousands of fics that never published and never will. I have an opinion of myself pretty depressing, actually I told my friend and colleague George battles, which therefore should not be neglected. But I am disgusted at the world we live surrounded by people when I say I prefer one night writing fun to wear fart to the eyebrows, or going to throw me a shameless do not know, do not understand me, treat me like brainy, a geek, a freak that no one understands. Living on an island has this disadvantage, the thought is a very local, most of the people I studied in school (high school) are raising children, or working from supermarket cashiers. Life like having to live off of a world with no expectations and where it comes down to today, and think about the future, when this reaches you.

So my point of view not only mine is rare, but also lacks bases. The dream to devote to writing? No sir, be a lawyer, to face the murderers, rapists and drug addicts is better than sitting in front of a PC and download all that I have in my head because that will give me to eat, and instead my foolish dream, only make living on the moon.

I understand people living thousands of miles from me, friends I have here, are more concerned about boyfriends, clothes or things that are unimportant to me that what will happen once you graduate. Because if I am a lawyer is because I had to submit to the laws of my parents because I could not get my four things in my room and sign up at a university in the peninsula, because first I am not rich, my parents did not mortgage their lives a dream that my mother has no future, and second, for my writing is merely a hobby.

My friend tells me to disregard because I feel misunderstood and blocked me. She blocked me because according to me contempt, scorn my work, and I've never finished a fic or a writing project because I get to a point where I become surly with myself. I have to want more, right? They also say that for people to love you, before you have to love yourself. But my people love me, but no brain, joining the army to see me in the future with four children, married with no shame and throw my dreams away. And worst of all is that I feel bad for having those dreams, that I repeat over and over that are not worth anything.

Because nobody gets rich with writing, apart from a couple of lucky. So what? Do I need to invent a story to make the world pull me 500 euro for the street? It seems to work, it must be so, otherwise there is a job is stupid.

So maybe I do not even during October and writing novels, because I'm depressed, despised and disappointed in myself. Sorry for writing these sheep in my LJ, but need to download, and think at least I'm not the only one that feels like a Martian or alien species in their own environment.

01.	Limit 02. Submission	03. Shame	04. Medicine	05. Pain
06. Need	07. Gag	08. Heat	09. Wet	10. Revenge
11. Breaking	12. Lying	13. Talking	14.	Ego 15. Read
16. Nagging	17. Chocolate	18. Snuff	19.	Porno 20. Write
21. Violence	22. Money	23.	Dream 24.	Control 25. Lips
26. Love	27. I	28. Costume	29.	Hell 30. Obsession

~ * Roxieee♪

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