AN: So we all know that i don't own any of the characters or anything Harry Potter related. They are all J.K Rowlings. Isn't she amazing ?

She's gone. Actually gone. Fuck, why don't I think before I talk? Sure, I should have told her I loved her back. Sure, I shouldn't have said what I did. But I'm Draco fucking Malfoy and I was born to be an idiot.

They were curled up on the couch, staring into the fire as it burned on. They had been sitting in comfortable silence for the past 20 minutes, enjoying being able to just be them. He felt Hermione shift slightly in his arms and heard her sigh.

"Draco?"

"Yes Hermione?"

"I think... No I... Well what I mean to say is, I know that…"

"Well, well, well, is this what Hermione Granger looks like all flustered and lost for words? I think she's quite cute."

"Oh shut it Draco. This is important."

He motioned for her to continue and that he wouldn't interrupt again.

"Draco, I love you"

He was speechless for the first time in his life. She loved him? Those words and the way she looked in this moment would forever be etched in his brain. His girlfriend, with her cheeks flushed and her perfect teeth biting down on her bottom lip. His Hermione. Nothing came to his mind as he was memorizing her. He could tell she was waiting for a response and so he blurted out what came to him first.

"Of course you love me. I'm Draco fucking Malfoy. What's not to love?"

Instantly her eyes flashed and her flushed cheeks turned from a faint, pink, nervous blush to one of anger.

"You, Draco fucking Malfoy are the most self-centered, egotistical git I have ever had the displeasure of meeting. I can't believe I thought I loved you. I'm so stupid to have thought you might love me back. The only thing you could ever love is yourself. Have a nice life, Malfoy"

He sat there in silence throughout her speech. He felt his gut wrench at the thought of her leaving him. He sat there in silence as she slapped him. All he could do was sit as she grabbed her things and slammed the door on her way out.

That was three hours ago. The sadness and loss he was feeling was slowly being replaced by anger. Who did she think she is? She can't just walk out him. How dare she? His thought process was turning into grumbling as he stomped around the apartment destroying things. The photographs were the first to go. Glass shattered all over his fingers but he didn't give a shit. There was something primal and satisfying to break things the muggle way. Next was the muggle coffee machine she had insisted he got as he "couldn't make coffee to save his life." What would she know? The stupid bint.

"I need a drink" he said to himself as he made his way over to his liquor cabinet. He pulled out a glass and studied it. Times like these call for drastic measures and he threw the glass across the room. He didn't even hear the smash before he had the firewiskey out to drown himself in it.

Two hours and almost two bottles of firewiskey later, he could feel the effects of it taking over him. It wasn't long before he had passed out on the floor.

He dreamt of her. She was standing in the rain looking beautiful as ever. Her mother and father stood behind her sneering at him. Of course they would hate him for breaking their little girl's heart. A red headed man walked up behind her and put his arm around her shoulder. He growled as he recognised the Weasel. His heart broke as he saw the glint of a wedding band on her ring finger. He felt like his heart was being trampled on as he saw a little red headed girl and an even younger looking boy walk up to her. She had moved on.

Waking from his stupor, he hated himself in that moment. He knew that he had fucked up badly. He knew that he would never love anyone as he would love Hermione. He had to get her back. No matter what it took, he would get his Hermione back.

He walked over to the shattered glass and picked up the frame. This one was a muggle photo; she was smiling up at him as if nothing had changed. As if both of their hearts had not been broken in the past few hours. Muttering a quick Reparo he watched as the shards of glass flew back into their place.

If only his relationship was that easy to fix.

He set about fixing his apartment and all things broken to the soft sounds of the rain outside.