Chapter 1 : The Break-Up
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Chapter One: The Break-Up
Hermione Granger lay on her bed staring out of the window into the night sky. The full moon flooded through the window, making her whole room look like a snow cave. Her brown hair glowed in the moonlight and her chocolate brown eyes glistened in the night with tears.
Wiping away her tears, Hermione picked up the pen and journal she had left on her pillow. She swallowed the huge lump in her throat and with a low sob, began to write.
What happened these last few days, Cocoa? What happened to all that love that we shared? I thought everything was perfect. I thought that he truly loved me. I know I shouldn’t have had my hopes up. He is, after all, a Slytherin and will always be one. How could I have thought that maybe he could love me? I knew it was too good to be true. He will never love me.
Everything was going fine. He came to visit every week, brining me flowers and candy…just like every guy would do to their girlfriend, but then…it all went down the drain. At first I thought he was sick, but then when he sat me down and told me that he wanted to end this ‘thing’ between us, I realized he wasn’t sick.
‘Thing’. Our relationship meant nothing to him if he called it a ‘thing’. Harry and Ron were right about him. I guess I never really meant anything to him. I should have known better, Cocoa. I should have known that Draco Malfoy would never be one with real feelings. The last few months have been nothing but a dream. A nightmare. I woke up now and I have to move on. I can’t lie around and mope for someone who didn’t love me. It’s time to move on.
Hermione dropped her pen and wiped the tears that were now falling down her cheeks. She closed her journal and put it on her nightstand. She got into her bed sheets and lay in the dark, cursing the day Draco decided to end everything. “I have to move on. I can’t let Malfoy know that he hurt me. I can’t let him know that he broke my heart. I didn’t cry that day and I won’t let him see me cry this time,” she whispered to herself.
Draco sat down on Hermione’s bed, taking her down with him. His icy blue eyes were red with lack of sleep and his platinum blonde hair fell to the sides and eyes, causing him to move it aside from time to time. He let out long, shaky breath before looking up at Hermione. “We, uh, we need to talk,” he muttered, his voice raspy. He swallowed the huge lump on his throat when he saw Hermione’s eyes furrow. “We—I want to break up.”
There was silence in Hermione’s room. There was no chirping of the birds, no leaves rustling with the summer wind, no Crookshanks scratching on the door to try to get in. Everything was just quiet. Draco closed his eyes for a second before opening them.
“If that’s what you want,” replied Hermione, much calmer than Draco would have expected. She held a blank look on her face and this took Draco aback.
“Y-You’re okay w-with this?” he asked, a little confusedly. His heart began to beat hard against his ribcage. He couldn’t understand this. Hermione seemed fine with this situation. She didn’t seem the least bit sad or angry at his decision.
Hermione stood up from the bed and walked across the room towards her dresser. “Well, it’s not up to me, is it? You want to break up with me. It was your decision, not mine,” she said, averting her eyes. She crossed her arms over her chest and fixed her eyes on the door. “If this was the reason you came to see me, I think you should go now. You said all you wanted to say. You have nothing to do here anymore.”
Draco could feel his eyes starting to water up so he stood up. “All right then,” he muttered as he walked over to the door. He stopped with his hand on the doorknob and turned around. “C-Can I give you a h-hug before I leave?” He doubted he would ever get the chance again. He had broken up with her after all.
“No, I think it’s best if you leave now. You don’t have anything to do here. You shouldn’t waste anymore of your time,” said Hermione softly, her eyes changing to a spot on the wall. “Goodbye, Draco.”
Draco bit his bottom lip before walking out of the door, his eyes never leaving Hermione. “Goodbye, Mione,” he muttered before closing the door behind him.
*End of Flashback*
That goodbye had hurt Hermione more than anything. The moment Draco closed the door; she had burst into silent sobs. She didn’t even ask to explain the reason he broke up with her and that angered her more than anything.
The reason she didn’t ask the thing she most wanted to know was because she was afraid she was going to break right there in front of him. Hermione was known to keep her ‘cool’ in the worst situations and if anyone found out that she had broken for a stupid little break up, everything was going to be ruined.
What she didn’t know was that the moment Draco had stepped foot out of the Granger house, he had broke into uncontrollable sobs. He had never cried like he did that day. He regretted the instant he said he wanted to break up. He didn’t want to break up with her but he had no choice. Draco knew that he couldn’t have her forever. It wasn’t because of his blood and hers but it was because of him and him alone. He hated the moment he found out the real truth about himself. He didn’t want anyone to go near him and it had cost him a lot to get to his feet and apparate to the Granger house that day.
Draco Malfoy lay in his bed staring at a picture on his nightstand. It was a picture of Hermione and him at Hogwarts during Christmas Holidays. They were outside in the courtyard, laughing. This brought tears to his eyes. He hated the moment he found out that his life was ruined. He just wanted to Avada Kedavra himself that day. He never told anyone about his problem and he didn’t want to tell anyone.
“Why does this have to ruin my chances with you, Mione?” he muttered as he stared at the picture. “Everything was perfect. Everything was going so well. Why does this have to ruin everything?” Draco sat up in bed and looked around his dark room. “I hate my life,” he whispered to himself. “I hate the problem I have. I…” He trailed off and rubbed his temples with his index fingers.
The headache he had was killing him to no end. He hated the fact that it would go away in a second, but the moment it came back again, it came with ten times more pain. He hated the fact that he couldn’t rid the headache with a simple spell. For this wasn’t only a ‘simple’ headache one gets every now and then. This was something far worse.
Draco slowly counted to ten before lying back down on his bed. He would have to hold his breath all through his last year at Hogwarts. He couldn’t break down now. It was only the beginning and he knew it. “I can’t back down now. Maybe I can get close enough to be her friend…again,” he whispered to himself before closing his eyes and falling into a dreamless sleep.
“Hey, Hermione! Wait up!”
Hermione sighed and turned around. Harry Potter and Ron Weasley were making their way through the crowd towards her. They were at King’s Cross Station, ready to board the Hogwarts Express.
“Hey Harry,” she said, hugging her black-haired and green-eyed friend. “Can you please stop growing? I feel like a fool looking up at you.” She laughed and turned around to hug her red-haired and blue-eyed friend. “You too, Ron. Any taller and I’ll be able to look up your nose,” she joked.
Harry and Ron made a face. “Yeah, well that will be an advantage, won’t it, Harry?” said Ron, grinning. “Before we make our moves to the ladies, we’ll ask Hermione if we have a bat in the cave.” He laughed and the three of them started to make their way towards the Hogwarts Express.
“You two are by far the sickest males in the universe,” replied Hermione, curling her lip in disgust. She rolled her eyes. “Well, it’s a good thing we’re best friends, other wise, I would have slapped both of you for ever thinking of using me as a tool to get women.” She laughed and boarded the train; Harry and Ron following close behind her.
“So, uh, how have you two been?” asked Harry a little uncomfortably. They reached the end of the train and opened the compartment door. He furrowed his eyebrows when Hermione didn’t answer. He had never really approved of Hermione going out with Draco Malfoy but when he couldn’t do anything about it, he just let it go.
“What do you mean?” asked Hermione, averting her eyes. She took a seat and looked out the window.
Ron raised an eyebrow. “Um, you and Malfoy. You know, your boyfriend,” he said, emphasizing the ‘boyfriend’ part. He crossed his arms over his chest. “So, how are things with him?”
Hermione looked down at her hands. “They’re over,” she muttered. “Malfoy and I broke up over the summer.” She looked up at her friends, praying that tears wouldn’t fall from her eyes. “It’s a good thing, though. It’s not like we were going out for a long time,” she said, smiling sadly.
“What are you talking about, Mione? You and Malfoy were going out since the first week of school last year! What happened?” asked Harry incredulously. “Is he a Death Eater?”
Ron scoffed. “I knew it! That bastard is so going to pay for this!” He made to stand up but Hermione stopped him.
“He’s not a Death Eater, guys! That wasn’t the reason he broke up with me,” she said, a little angrily.
“Then what was?” asked Harry, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion. “If he isn’t a Death Eater, which will be a damned good reason for you two to break up, then why in the bloody hell did you two break up?”
Hermione paled and looked down at her hands. The train began to move and she wondered if Draco was anywhere nearby. She had hoped they hadn’t asked that. She didn’t even know the reason they broke up, or rather, he broke up with her. “I, uh, don’t know,” she mumbled.
“What!?” asked Ron, screwing up his face in confusion. “What the bloody hell are you talking about, Hermione? You don’t know the reason you two broke up?
“No!” yelled Hermione, standing up, tears threatening to fall down her eyes. “I don’t know the reason why we broke up.” With that she ran out of the compartment without looking back.
Hermione ran down the hallway towards the bathroom. When she reached it, it was locked and she sighed in frustration. Gently, she rapped on the door. “Are you going to be long?” she asked, hoping she didn’t sound rude.
The bathroom door opened and the person Hermione did not want to see at that moment, stepped out. “Sorry, I—you can go in,” said Draco Malfoy as he stared at her. His icy blue eyes were worn out and he had bags under his eyes. His platinum blonde hair fell to the sides as usual, but this time, it looked paler than before. He swallowed the huge lump in his throat and moved aside so Hermione could walk inside. Not wanting to spend an entire year without talking to her, Draco turned around. “Hermione, can we ta—” he began.
“I don’t think so, Draco,” replied Hermione shortly before closing the door on his face.
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