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Remembering Sunday. by courtneejane
Chapter 1 : Heartbreak.
 
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He woke up from dreaming and put on his shoes
Started making his way past 2 in the morning
He hasn't been sober for days

Leaning now into the breeze
Remembering Sunday, he falls to his knees
They had breakfast together
But two eggs don't last
Like the feeling of what he needs


I sat there unmoving on the side of my bed, legs dangling over the side, as I tried my god damn hardest to wrap my head around the most recent and disturbing dream I had just woken up from. I ran four pale fingers and a thumb through my bleach blonde hair, pushing it out of my eyesight. It didn't make any sense to me, but for some ridiculous reason, it made my mind a little clearer. Just a little. My hand continued on its path down the back of my neck, taking away the cold beads of sweat that had formed during the dream.

I squeezed my eyes shut as I placed my head in my hands, my fingernails digging into the skin of my forehead. I welcomed the pain as a distraction. It felt like hours before I opened an eye to steal a glance at the hour of the day. 2:00am. Fucking fantastic. I let out a long groan of frustration as I eased myself down onto the ground, placing my back against the side of the bed for support, pulling my knees up to my chest. I could feel myself beginning to cry, but I wouldn't allow the tears to fall. Malfoy men didn't cry. And they definitely did not show weakness. Even if their life felt like it was about to fall into absolute pieces. That was no excuse.

Cool breeze that drifted in from the window blew across my face gently, a few strands of my hair coming apart to fly along with it. I appreciated the breeze. I welcomed it like an old friend... and old friend that would help me with my dilemma. But it disappeared almost as quickly as it showed up. I allowed my eyes to wonder, to take in as much as they could with the limited supply of light. It didn't take me long to come across a half empty liquor bottle. I scooped it up with a blink of an eye, taking in a large mouthful before placing it down softly by my side. It wasn't good to be drinking at this time of the day. I knew that, but I needed a distraction.


Now this place seems familiar to him
She pulled on his hand with a devilish grin
She led him upstairs, she led him upstairs
Left him dying to get in


*Flashback*
"Please, stop." The giggle that escaped my lips as she tugged my shirt over my head was so unexpected. So out of character. She started to run her hands up the side of my naked torso, tickling me every now and then with her delicate fingers. I resisted the urge to shudder.

"No, not until every piece of clothing has gone." I watched as my shirt dropped down to the ground, gracefully landing in front of her feet. She bit her bottom lip softly, sending my body into overdrive as she dropped her hands down to the single button of my denim jeans. She slowly undid the button, raising a single eyebrow as she moved on to unzip the rest of my jeans. She knew what she did to me. I was dying.

It wasn't long before my pants dropped down to my ankles and all that was left was a pair of black silk boxer shorts. She leaned forward, kissing my pale chest softly before going further down with every other kiss she placed upon my skin. She had the nerve to stop just before my boxers, which make me groan out of frustration. She quickly stood to her full height, which was still a foot shorter than my own, and giggled. She ran her hand down my arm, lacing the fingers on her right hand with the fingers on my left. A devilish grin spread out across her petite face as she led me up the stairs towards her bedroom.

As we came to a sudden stop, she pulled off her shirt, leaving her in just her plain white bra and a pair of short pajama shorts. I inhaled deeply, trying to control myself from bursting and taking her right there and then up against the wall. She was incredibly beautiful and she was all mine. I frowned as she moved around my body, placing herself behind me, pressing her torso against my back. Her hands covered my eyes and then I experienced the sensation of her tongue caressing the back of my neck. This girl was going to be the death of me.

"Stay very still and keep your eyes shut," she whispered against my ear. Once again, I resisted the urge to shudder.

I follower he command and didn't move, didn't blink, didn't open my eyes. I felt her hands more away from my face before I felt her move away. If she continued her little game, there was no way that I would be able to remain in control of my body.

BANG.

My eyes snapped open. I urgently looked around the hallway for a sign of her, but she had gone. I eyed the door in front of me, hearing a soft sound of laughter flow through from under the door.

"Come on, open up," I chuckled as I walked towards the door of her room, whispering sweet nothings into the crack of her bedroom door. I could still hear the laughter, but this time it was much more clear, much more close. I softly knocked upon her door once, just once. I knew it would work; she was unable to resist me for so long. With a small click of the lock and a pull of the door, she stuck her hand out of the room and pulled me in, instantly attaching her mouth to the side of my neck. I closed the door behind me with a kick of my leg.

I couldn't help it anymore. I moaned. "Oh Hermione."

Forgive me, I'm trying to find
My calling, I'm calling at night
I don't mean to be a bother,
But have you seen this girl?
She's been running through my dreams
And it's driving me crazy, it seems
I'm going to ask her to marry me


I looked over to the shelf above my bed. Upon the shelf sat a variety of photos, ranging from my parents, to childhood photos, to the friends I had made while in Hogwarts. My eyes came to a sudden stop as I stared at the last photo on the shelf, the one that so happened to be closest to where I sat. The picture showed Hermione, a brilliant smile spread out across her beautiful face. It was her best accessory, a smile that could brighten up the whole world. I kept a close eye on the photograph, watching at the Hermione in the photograph looked to her left, looking off into the distance or looking at something beyond the frame. Soon enough, a miniature version of myself entered the picture, wrapping his muscular arms tightly around the girl's waist, pulling her closer against his chest. I groaned as the photographed version of myself started to nibble on her neck, stopping briefly to grin down at me. Fucker. I climbed to my feet and jumped onto my bed, picking up the picture in my right hand before throwing it across the room, glass smashing into tiny pieces as it made contact with the wall. If I couldn't have the real Hermione, then neither could the Draco in the photograph. Jealously is a bitch.

I sat back down on my bed, pushing myself into the very middle, pulling my knees up against my chest once again. I wrapped my arms around my legs, resting my chin down on top of my knees. I provided my own company. Sometimes it was the best kind.

It was now Friday, and today will be the fifth day since I saw her last. Since I last heard her voice, her laughter and her moans. Today will be the fifth day in a row that I haven't heard from her. I was having withdrawals. Where in the world could she be? It was as if she has disappeared off the fucking face of the earth. I pursed my lips together as I reached over to stick a hand under a pillow, pulling out a smell velvet box that was green in colour. I sat back up straight before placing it in the palm of my hand, flipping it open to stare at what sat inside. It was a perfectly cut diamond ring, a perfectly cut diamond engagement ring. The one I was planning to give to Hermione the next time I saw her. But alas, I had no clue when that next time would actually be.

Even though she doesn't believe in love,
He's determined to call her bluff
Who could deny these butterflies?
They're filling his gut

Waking the neighbors, unfamiliar faces
He pleads though he tries
But he's only denied
Now he's dying to get inside


I scrambled off the bed, pulling on a pair of jeans, a shirt and a zip up jacket as I went. I sat back down upon the edge of my bed and pulled on a pair of socks and then a pair of runners. I snatched up the ring off the bed and slipped it inside my jacket pocket as I headed towards the door of my bedroom. As I shut the door behind me, I sighed. It was seriously now or never. Well it certainly felt like it. I walked through my manor with a furious pace, ignoring the number of house elves that apparated in front of me, asking if their assistance was required. I waved them away as I continued on with my mission, I didn't have the time. I grew more nervous as I came close to the front entrance of the manor, butterflies growing in my stomach more and more by the second. I had no clue why I was nervous.

Having left the manor, I apparated to the muggle town I knew Hermione lived in. I knew the place off by heart. It was my second home. The war had ended years ago; there was no more Voldemort and no more death eaters to make her life hell. Yet she insisted to keep up her residence with the muggles. I wasn't the one to stop her; I had to admit that it was nice to escape the wizarding world at times. She is muggleborn after all, it's apart of who she is and I would never ask her to let go of that.

I walked the streets up until the first sign of daylight. Oh how I had been waiting for this moment to arrive. I was absolutely and utterly exhausted, but I had to clear out my mind. I wondered over towards her home, running up the three stairs to her front door before I knocked three times. I stood back and waited patiently, placing my hands neatly behind my back. Hermione's an early riser, I knew that she would be awake already. But there was no answer. I turned my hear to look over at her neighbours' house as I knock once again, this time with a little more force. Once again there was no answer. I continuously knocked again. I grew impatient as I knocked for a couple of minutes before I gave up. I turned and walked a few steps before placing myself down on the stair in front of her home, resting my back against the pillar that held up the roof covering her front verandah.

Forgive me, I'm trying to find
My calling, I'm calling at night
I don't mean to be a bother,
But have you seen this girl?
She's been running through my dreams
And it's driving me crazy, it seems
I'm going to ask her to marry me


I pulled out the green velvet box as I sat there. I sighed softly and opened it up, pulling the ring out of the comfort of the soft pillow it had been placed in. I brought the piece of jewelry close to my eye, allowing every little single detail of it dazzle me. I moved it to the side slightly, staring at the word that had been carved into the inside of the back. 'Forever' was the word that stared me in the face. I wrapped my slim fingers tightly around the ring, holding it close to my heart as I stared off into the sky up above.

Grey clouds where everywhere, it was going to be a gloomy day, but this didn't stop the sun from trying to shine it's morning light. In the distance, a low rumble of thunder could be heard. The sun was going to lose his battle, I could feel another storm coming and it certainly was not going to be a pleasant one.

The neighbors said she moved away
Funny how it rained all day
I didn't think much of it then
But it's starting to all make sense
Oh, I can see now that all of these clouds
Are following me in my desperate endeavor
To find my whoever, wherever she may be


“Draco Malfoy?”

I looked up to find an elderly lady standing a couple of feet away from me on the grass of Hermione's front lawn. I frowned slightly as I rubbed my eyes, hoping that the weakness that was currently swirling within me wasn't shining out for everyone to see.

"Um, yes?" I whispered. It was all I could manage. I was afraid that if I spoke any louder, my voice would crack.

"Hermione asked me to give you this." The lady whose name I didn't know took a couple of steps forward, holding out in her hand what appeared to be a piece of paper and a photograph. I stared at it, not daring to move. I could tell that she was growing anxious by the way she suddenly pushed the items into my hands. I looked up at her.

I frowned. "Where is she? Why couldn't she give them to me herself?

She's gone. She left, moved away yesterday. I'm so sorry. Please read the letter before you do anything you may regret." I couldn't believe it. I looked down at the letter within my hands, being unable to hold eye contact with the woman for much longer. Once again I could feel the tears burning up in my eyes. Fucking pathetic.

"Th-thank you." I heaved in a sigh as she placed a hand on my shoulder, patting it twice with comfort before heading back to her home.

I quickly placed the letter and ring into my pocket as I stood to my feet, curling my hands into fists as I paced the verandah in frustration. How could she do this? I screamed in pain as I punched the stone pillar I was leaning on before very hard. I wasn't sure if I had broken my hand in the process. I could feel the sharp pain run up my arm through my body; I quickly grabbed my wand and performed a healing charm, not giving a damn if any muggles saw.

I continued to pace her verandah for what felt like hours after my small incident, but in reality, it was no more than ten seconds. What a sigh, I sat back down in my original place, pulling out the letter that was about to ruin my life, the photograph and the ring. I shut my eyes and unfolded the letter with unsteady hands. I placed the letter up in front of my face and opened my eyes, reading the piece of paper thoroughly so I was sure to get every bit of detail out of it.

I'm not coming back (forgive me)
I've done something so terrible
I'm terrified to speak (I'm not calling, I'm not calling)
But you'd expect that from me
I'm mixed up, I'll be blunt, now the rain is just (You're driving me crazy, I'm)
Washing you out of my hair and out of my mind
Keeping an eye on the world,
From so many thousands of feet off the ground, I'm over you now
I'm at home in the clouds, and towering over your head


Hermione’s POV (the day before):

Draco,
I'm so very sorry for my sudden departure.
I sure do hope that you receive this letter one day soon.
I love you.
I always have and I always will in one way or another.
Please remember that.
Also, you must know that I have no plans to return.
I sure hope that you will forgive me later on in life.
I must ask you to not contact me or track me down.
It'll be much easier this way, for the both of us.
Please trust me on this one.
Your love meant the world to me, and it still does.
But I just couldn't stand it anymore.
I thought I could handle it, I thought I could handle you.
But in reality, I couldn't.
My heart will always be yours, no matter what happens in our futures.
Hermione.


“Mrs. Mayer, I was wondering if you could pass this letter and photograph on to Draco Malfoy. He was bleach blonde hair and pale skin. He is rather tall, probably a foot taller than myself and he has sharp facial features. I know that he will come by and visit in the next couple of days."

"Oh Hermione, of course I will. I just hope that you will keep yourself safe, okay? It is truly a big world out there. You will keep in contact, won't you?"

I gently placed the letter down on the old woman's wooden table softly as if it was the most fragile item in the entire world. Tears burned in my eyes and blurred my vision as I sighed softly, pursing my lips ad I stood to my full height. I am not weak. I can do this. I looked down at the old woman and nodded my head, a soft smile playing around the corners of my lips.

"Yes, I will keep in contact the best I can. Stay safe, Mrs. Mayer." I drew in a deep breath and bent over, giving my neighbour one final hug. "I'm so sorry, but I must get going otherwise I will be late. I hope we meet again one day in the future."

"Good-bye, dear. It has simply been a pleasure."

I allowed a single tear to roll down the left side of my face as I turned my back on my oldest friend and left her house for the last time. I drew in a breath as I closed the door behind me, looking over towards my small house with longing. I looked up into the sky as I witnessed the first couple of raindrops fall from the heavens above, landing upon my nose. Sobbing quietly as the rain started to pour, I allowed my clothes, my hair and my whole body to become saturated as I stood there, allowing the water to wash him out of my mind.

"Hermione, come on! You have a plane to catch!"

I dropped my head down slowly and opened my eyes, my salty tears blending in with the raindrops that were running down my face. In the car ahead sat Ginny Weasley, beeping the horn like a complete mad man. I nodded my head with acceptance and pulled myself together mentally as I jogged off towards the car, pulling open the passenger's side door and jumping into the warmth.

"It's going to be okay. Draco will forgive you. It just may take a while. But I will help him." Ginny's whisper was almost drowned out by the rain, but I was still able to register what she said. I ran a hand through my damp hair before looking over at my best friend, forcing a tight smile upon my face.

"Ginny, I really hope you are right. Let's go quickly, before I change my mind."

I bit down on my lip softly, trying to hold back the sobs that were still threatening to escape my lips. I strapped myself in as Ginny started to pull away from the house that was once my home. I looked back as it as I watched my old life simply disappear from my view. I was leaving it all behind. I was leaving Draco behind. I couldn't believe it. More tears escaped my eyes as we turned the corner; everything that I knew was suddenly gone from my life. There was no turning back now. It was too late.

Well I guess I'll go home now...
I guess I'll go home now...
I guess I'll go home now...
I guess I'll go home


Draco’s POV:

The cry that came out of my mouth was a cry of pain. I placed the letter down by my side; the photograph that came along with it quickly took its place. I stared at it as if I had never seen it before. The photograph, which was muggle, was of Hermione and I on our first date three years ago. The war had just ended, Voldemort has been defeated and my parents were dead. That was when everything seemed absolutely perfect. That was the time when I was positive that I was going to spend the rest of my life with the one I loved. Those were simpler days.

I allowed the photo to drop out of my hands; it landed softly on top of the letter. How perfect. I glared down at the both of them as if they were the two pieces of paper that were going to cause my death. Because believe it, it sure felt like it. On the littlest finger on my right hand sat the ring that I had been planning to give to her. I had forgotten that it was there. I gripped it with the index finger and thumb of my left hand and slipped it off carefully, kissing it ever so softly before I placed it down on top of the photo and the letter.

I stood to my feet after building up enough strength, fixing my clothes and hair. I shoved my hands into the pockets of my jacket and headed home with a broken heart. Coming to an end of Hermione's footpath, I turned around once more to look back at what life used to be. Under her verandah sat the note, the photo and the ring. I felt a tear spill over the edge and roll down my cheek. Fuck, I was weak. Although I decided to let it go, there was no one to see me and I just couldn't care. With a last look at the three items, I turned my back on them and continued to walk away, leaving everything to do with Hermione behind me.

Aurthor’s notes: I do not own any of the characters in this story apart from Mrs. Mayer. Also, the song featured in this story is also not mine. Remembering Sunday belongs to All Time Low. Check it out if you haven't, it is such an amazing song. This is also my first ever song fic and one-shot. In regards to the lyrics, I have my own interpretation of them. Don't like? Then please don't hate. THIS STORY WAS REWRITTEN ON THE 9TH OF APRIL, 2011. It is still extremely similar to the original though. I promise a sequel is in the works. I know I keep saying that, but I absolutely promise. I finish high school next month and exams are in two, so it'll be up in the next few months. I may post a preview for it soon. I also just want to say thank you for reading and for all of your reviews. :D I honestly appreciate it and it does make a person's day. Happy reading and please review. x




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