"I didn't love you." She muttered. "I never have."
He looked crescent fallen, trying to figure out what had happened to them. His shoulders slumped and he licked his bottom lip.
"'Hermione." He started, and she shook her head, curls wafting like waves around her face. He thought he heard her sniffle. The urge to reach out and touch her was unbearable. "I'm sorry."
"You aren't." She whispered. "You never were."
He was frozen to his spot. His heart seemed to slow and skip beats. He felt the pull at the bottom of his stomach that reached up and throttled his throat, and the sour taste that reached his mouth. Standing in the middle of their now empty kitchen, he observed her. She stood by the front door, hand on Gemma's shoulder and luggage by her feet.
"I need you. More than anything. Please, Hermione."
"You don't. Please don't make this harder than it needs to be."
"Don't leave. Don't leave me here and don't take Gemma away." He warned. He couldn't stand it, he didn't want to believe this was happening. They were everything, and Hermione was the most important person to him. They had locked him up in this house and kept him alone and then she had come along and made him see sense. She stayed when he needed her to, left when he screamed at her, made him realize the magnitude of how much she mattered, how much their daughter mattered. Of how much everyone mattered, no matter where they came from or what blood ran through their veins. "If you leave…"
"Then we're gone. And you'll move on."
"I can't do this without you! You make everything better, you wake me up inside. You keep me from going absolutely insane in here. You take away the fact that I feel like I am so bloody undeserving of everything the Order has done for me. I don't feel like such absolute shit when you're here. You made me human again."
She clenched her jaw and closed her eyes as if praying for the patience.
"You've made it up your head. This isn't you, this isn't real. I'm not here right now, we aren't here. You're standing alone in this house trying to make up for all the awful things you have done. You were never human, Malfoy. Not even close."
"You're wrong. You are so wrong about that Granger! This is real! Stop lying to me. Don't leave me here. Please don't leave me!"
Hermione watched him with sad eyes and shook her head again. She twisted the doorknob, pausing only for a moment. "I'm sorry." She said, she grasped the small girl's hand and then disappeared out into the rain and fog. He rushed to the door, looking for their silhouette.
"Hermione! Hermione! Come back! Granger, please?" He screamed out into the open air, only to receive no response.
"Is that Mr. Malfoy yelling again?" A mediwizard in a white uniform peered through the glass in the door, before looking to his companion.
"Seems like it." He jotted something down on the clipboard he was holding. "Always happens around this time."
"Must have been really awful for him, to come home and find his wife and daughter dead."
"Worse to find out that you were the one to kill them." The mediwizard glanced into the room again, where Draco had gone quiet and sat on the edge of his bed, staring at the wall. "They don't think he'll ever recover. I can't imagine that he would."
The other person shrugged, and they moved on to the next room.