"I love you," he said desperately.
She looked at him through the tears in her eyes and gave him a bitter laugh.
"No you don't. You're doing this, all of it, because he told you to. Don't even try to deny it."
Draco looked down at the ring in his hand. It wasn't supposed to happen this way.
When his father had called him nearly three years ago and told him he needed to marry a Muggleborn just so that the Malfoys could reclaim their position in the society and show everyone they didn't believe in Voldemort's ways even though they did, he had flatly refused.
Eventually, he had caved to his father's demands, at least partly. He had approached Granger as a friend, and started spending more time with her. He had not expected that somewhere along the way, the fake smiles and masks he put up for her benefit, were not masks anymore.
It had been perfect, until she had found out and it all came crashing trust that had taken years to build, all destroyed in a single moment.
In the end, all he had left was the ring he was holding that ought to have been on her finger, and the ruins of his broken heart.
Notes: For the Through the Universe Challenge: Prompt: Draco/Hermione