Draco Malfoy stormed towards the door downstairs; eyes downcast and skin injected with anger.

He can't do this to her... he can't leave her like this.

But he was going to anyways. Nothing could stop him from breaking her heart.

Nothing.

Not even her.

"Draco! Draco, no!" shrieked a voice, "NO! Don't go, don't leave!"

He ignored the plea, taking the last few steps of the stairs and turned his heel to the front door.

He no longer cares.

He was told not to.

He had chosen the wrong side.

A female figure followed him: running out of her room, down the stairway, and heading to the same direction as the blonde boy. Her eyes were red from the tears, and the tears slowly made their way down her cheeks. Her hair was a mess; bushier and frizzed. She looked desperate - like a fragile vase slowly breaking into pieces. And the sad truth was: the metaphor had fitted her inner feelings.

How very sad.

He might as well destroy her at that point.

But he didn't.

He was told to break her slowly.

He was just following orders.

Even though he had loved her since the beginning.

Such a shame.

The young witch was on the urge of breaking.

And there was nothing to it.

No one could stop it.

It was happening.

He no longer loves her.

She finally gripped the arm of her lover, and pulled him to face her. His eyes remained downcast, as if taking interest in his shoes.

"Draco," he inwardly flinched. Her voice was so... broken.

He averted his eyes to her face.

His eyes then widened.

She looked so ruined. She looked so distressed.

But that didn't change the fact of what she did.

Nor what he was told to do.

"Draco," she whispered, breathing deeply. "Don't leave me."

"But you lied." he finally replied, taking his arm from her grip.

"Draco -"

"NO! Stop!" he took several steps backwards, "Stop saying my name! Don't say my name!"

Hermione was taken back.

But he was the one who preferred to be called by his first name.

"I don't... I didn't mean to."

"You didn't mean to?"

Hermione winced at the sudden rise of his voice.

"Granger, I saw you. You were snogging the Weasley boy! How long has this been going on? How am I supposed to trust you again?"

He predicted that what he was doing is according to orders.

He father will be proud of him, again.

Draco watched Hermione, who had been speechless for a couple of seconds after he had made that statement.

"No longer denying it, eh Granger?"

Granger.

She remembers.

He had never called her by her first name.

Not even once.

Draco had enough.

He couldn't go on seeing her like this.

He couldn't bear to see her break anymore.

But he had to follow orders.

The blonde Slytherin turned to the door, stepped forward, found the knob, turned it, and before leaving the Muggle home, Draco couldn't help but whisper the last thing he wanted to say to her.

"Goodbye."

He did it.

He left her.

Saying the only word she feared to come from his mouth.

He's gone.

And it all her fault.

Hermione broke into sobs the moment Draco closed the door of her home.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.