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CHAPTER 15! sorry for such a long wait :/
Hermione was streaking along the fifth floor, running as fast as she could away from Draco Malfoy. She couldn’t believe that he would do such a thing…Hermione knew that she may have said some things that Draco might have taken the wrong way…but that didn’t give him the right to go and hook up with some pathetic ex-girlfriend…did it? Not bothering to stem the flow of salty tears, Hermione ran straight back to the Head’s common room, and into her own room, locking the door behind her. She cast a silencing charm on her door, and threw herself onto the bed and sobbed, letting everything she felt out in waves of emotion and tears. Her heart was shattered, and her mind was still in complete shock and disbelief. After all the times he told her he loved her…how could he?
Draco had chased after Hermione, his own tears blinding his sight. He felt ashamed, he had given Ron Weasley hell for hurting her…but now here he was…hurting Hermione more than Ron ever did. Draco ran after his girlfriend, following the sound of her light footsteps and small sobs. He knew that she was going back to her room, and he knew that he had to get there before she did, or at least at the same time, so that he could apologise and talk to her. However, when Draco had arrived back in the dorm, everything was silent, except for the occasional hooting of owls outside the window.
Draco flopped onto his bed, shocked at himself for cheating on her. He had promised never to hurt her…even if he was drunk and upset. Horrified, Draco buried his face into his hands, and let out a loud scream of agony and pain. What had he done to her…?
The next few days were torture for both Hermione and Draco. Hermione had not come out to eat, and only used the bathroom after checking Draco was well out of sight. She was terribly hurt, and did not want to see him, much less talk to him. Draco had knocked on her door many times, hoping she would change her mind and talk to him…but he always received no answer. Draco felt unbelievably guilty, and wished he could go back in time and do it all again…he would never have kissed Pansy. Draco and Hermione’s relationship seemed to dangle from a thread, threatening to snap and destroy them both.
Hermione was broken. She would not eat, and she could not sleep. She could not believe that after everything…Draco would betray her like this. She wanted Draco beside her, comforting and reassuring her that it would be alright and no one would hurt her anymore. Yet it’s difficult when the person she was hurting over was Draco himself…
Draco could not eat either, and he spent most of his time in the common room, waiting and praying Hermione would come out, and they could talk. Draco desperately needed to apologise to Hermione, and tell her that he loved her more than anything in the world, and Pansy meant nothing to him…and that he was drunk when he had kissed her. Draco had cried more tears in the past week than he had ever cried in his entire life…
It was a raining evening, and Draco had just come home from Quidditch practice, his robes soaking wet and muddy. He walked back from the pitch, lost in thought, thinking about the previous time he had come home like this…and Hermione had been snuggled in his arms, warming him up. He missed her so much that he could burst into angry and painful tears right on the spot.
When Draco walked into the common room, Hermione was nowhere to be seen. However, the dancing fire cast a fiery glow around the room, and a small piece of jewellery caught his eye, lying on the small wooden table. He walked over, and picked it up. It was the promise ring that Draco had given Hermione a few months ago…it seemed ages away, but Draco clearly remembered what he had said to her when he gave her this ring…
“This is a promise ring. I promise I won’t ever hurt you or upset you in any way.”
She had returned the ring, because he had broken his promise. Draco’s heart ripped into a million pieces, burning and freezing at the same time. Agony and guilt tore his body from limb to limb, and he let the tears burning his eyes cascade onto his cheeks. He was about to let out another scream of frustration, when he heard voices coming from Hermione’s room. Curiosity overpowering him, Draco silently walked over to her door, and sat down, listening intently to the voices inside.
“…Ginny, I can’t talk to him, you know that…he promised that he would never hurt me, and he broke that promise. I would just completely break down if he was in the same room as me.” Draco could hear Hermione talking in a weak voice to the Weasel’s sister.
“Hermione…I think you have to talk to him. I saw him at breakfast today, and he looks horrible too. I know he feels immensely guilty for hurting you, and I swear I just heard someone crying out there…” Draco flushed; he didn’t realise she had heard him… “Hermione…you can’t be mad at him forever…I know you miss him too. If you love him, you’ll go out and talk to him.”
“I do love him, I love him so much! That’s why it hurts so much more than when Ron cheated on me… and I'm not mad at him…I don’t think I even blame him. It’s my fault, I'm never going to go out with anyone again…they just end up hurting me. I’m not good enough …they always have to have someone else…I’m done.” Hermione whispered.
Draco’s eyes burned again, as he heard Hermione say this. Did she really believe that she wasn’t good enough, and that was why he cheated on her? It was ridiculous… it was an accident, and he was drunk. He felt empty, like he was feeling all the pain the world could feel, in one body, and the numbness could take him any second.
“NO! Hermione, you are beautiful, sweet, gorgeous and kind. There is no way he thinks that you aren’t good enough. Draco must have a good reason…” Hermione flinched as Ginny mentioned his name. Hearing it hurt and it brought back to mental memories of him and Pansy the night she had seen them together…
“Fine… I’ll go and talk to him.” Hermione whispered finally.
Draco quickly scampered to the sofa, where he picked up the promise ring once more, and held it in his fist. Hermione’s door creaked open, and she walked slowly out.
“Draco.” She said, her voice trembling, and threatening to break. Draco turned to face her, his eyes laced with pain and they stared at each other, scared and upset at the same time.
“Hermione…I’m sorry…I didn’t mean it. I got drunk at the Hogs Head, and I thought that you had come to find me…I didn’t realise who it was on top of me…I’m sorry for hurting you…” Draco whispered. He moved forwards slightly with his hand raised.
“I’m sorry for saying those things to you. I only meant that you shouldn’t waste your money on me, even if you are rich…” Hermione said; her chocolate eyes still fixed warily on Draco’s pleading blue ones. “I don’t know if I can trust you again…you broke your promise. It might take some time for us to get back to normal…”
Draco’s eyes widened. “Does…that mean you forgive me?”
Hermione stared at him, hesitant and careful, as if he could hurt her at this very moment. She could see the sincerity and pain in his eyes. She nodded slowly, tears forming in her own, but she shook them away.
“Hermione…I’m really sorry…I was drunk and I didn’t know that it was Pansy.” Hermione flinched slightly when Pansy’s name was mentioned, but Draco continued pleadingly. “I know I broke my promise, and I’m going to earn your trust back, I swear. I love you Hermione, and I regret leaving you that night. If I had known where I would have ended up…I would rather have died than hurt you.”
At this, Hermione broke down, her knees buckling as she collapsed onto the floor. Draco rushed forward and caught her, and he carried her gingerly to the sofa. He held her tightly as she cried, letting waves of emotion escape. Draco cried with her, knowing that her trust in him was minimal, due to his actions. Pain still lingered in his eyes, but he was so relieved and glad that she had forgiven him, he held her tightly, kissing her forehead gently. Hermione curled up next to him, and cried.
It seemed like hours, Draco and Hermione sat on the sofa, crying their hearts out, until the sun had risen and their eyes turned red. Hermione had fallen asleep, still wrapped in Draco’s arms, but she constantly whimpered and twitched in her dreams. Draco knew that she was having nightmares, and he thought he knew what she was dreaming about. He cursed himself for giving her the horrid dreams, and he studied her face while she slept.
She had dark circles under her eyes from lack of sleep, and he pink cheeks were stained with tears streaks. Some tear tracks had gone astray, running into her brown-gold hair, but other than that, she was a perfect, sleeping angel. Draco watched her sleep, her chest rising as she breathed, and he punched and kicked himself for ever hurting this girl. He was ridiculously in love with her, and he realised that he wanted nothing more to be with her the rest of his life. He was lost in his thoughts, so he didn’t hear Ginny come down the stairs from Hermione’s room.
“Malfoy…I should be giving you hell for hurting her…” She began slowly, her eyes staring at him.
“I know. But I’ve apologised and she’s forgiven me” he said, and stared at her deeply. “I won’t make the same mistake twice, Ginny”
“You’re lucky she gave you a second chance”
Ginny stood there, and stared at him, but finally nodded and departed, shooting a worried glance at her best friend, asleep on Draco’s lap. Draco stroked Hermione’s hair softly, and kissed her gently on her forehead. He was relieved that she had forgiven him, and was willing to do anything to gain her trust back. Draco promised himself that if he would die doing anything, it would be for Hermione.
That was Draco’s final thought before he fell asleep.
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