Poison and Wine
Pairing: Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger
Summary: I don't love you, but I'd always will.
Disclaimer: As usual, I don't own Harry Potter. Just this fanfic.
A/N: Okay, I know I haven't been posting in a while, but I recently got inspired! Haha. The title is from the song, Poison and Wine, by The Civil Wars. If you don't know what it sounds like, here's the link: .com/watch?v=WfzRlcnq_c0
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Chapter 1: Poison
"What's wrong?" she asked him. "Is it work?"
Draco gave her no answer. He just looked at her. "Darling, what's wrong?" Hermione asked. "Tell me. Maybe I can help."
"My parents found out about our marriage. They talked to me today." He said sullenly. "Hermione, I can't be with you anymore. We have to go our separate ways."
"No, I refuse to do that." His wife came closer to him and embraced him, as if he would vanish in a while. "Please, stay. I can't bear to be away from you." She started to cry, her tears seeping into his shirt. "I know we're young, but I know we can work this out!"
"That is the problem, Hermione! We're too young! We'll tire of each other one day! We would want other people one day!"
"But I only want you! Just you! You're enough for me!" she said. Draco gently pushed her away from him. Hermione felt the world slipping away slowly. "I don't want to hurt you. I might do in the future. Parting ways is better for us. Mother and Father decided to keep our marriage a secret. Only you, me, my parents, Blaise and the wizard who wedded us knows. I trust him well enough to keep it our marriage secret. I'm going to pack some of my things and sleep over at Blaise's to give you space and time to think, okay?" Draco left the room and packed what he needed for his stay at Blaise's. As soon as he was done packing, he came to the living room where Hermione was sitting down, taking everything in. "I'm leaving." He said softly, and looked at his wife, with her back to him. She didn't even dare look back at him. It hurt him so much to know she wouldn't even look. He opened the door and apparated. Hermione, sitting on the chair, started to weep until she fell asleep.
Waking up a few hours later, she looked at the dying embers in the fireplace, and quickly lit it again, letting the soft warmth of the fire touch her skin. She went to the bedroom, hoping to find Draco asleep on the bed. Nobody was there. The harsh reality of what happened hit her like a bullet in the back. Draco was gone. In an act of desperation, she thought hard on a happy memory and conjured a patronus. A beautiful, graceful otter came out and she started to speak. "Draco, I need you. Please. Just come back home. I need to see you one last time. Please." She sent her otter patronus on its way, and she waited.
Draco was holding a glass of Firewhiskey when he got Hermione's patronus. He hesitated at first, and then he left a note to Blaise saying he'll be back in a while. He apparated back to his house, and as he opened the door, Hermione was standing beside the chair near the fireplace, looking at him like a broken angel. She looks beautiful when she cries, he thought, and he approached her. "Please stay with me until I fall asleep. As soon as I am, you may leave. I promise, I won't look for you, I won't ask your friends, and I'll try. I promise I'll try. Just give me this one night." Draco looked at her and longed to hold her. He needed to hold her just one last time. He stepped closer to her and kissed her softly. She put her arms around his neck and he put her arms around her waist. It would be the last time they kissed. Draco took Hermione to the bedroom and they lay on the bed, hands entwined. Hermione looked at her husband, and softly said, "Thank you, Draco." And she closed her eyes and fell asleep, a small smile on her lips. Draco watched her fall asleep, and he fell asleep too, for a little while. When he felt the little rays of the sun hit his closed eyes, he opened it and knew that it was time to leave. He pulled his hand gently away from his sleeping wife's, gave her a soft kiss on the cheek, walked out of the house quietly and left her life forever.
Hermione woke up hours after Draco left, and when she opened her eyes, the space where her husband slept was empty. Grave sadness overwhelmed her. She made a promise. She would never look for him again. She took his pillow and hugged it so tight. She breathed in the scent of him, or whatever's left. Then she wept. The pain was too unbearable, more unbearable than the crucio curse given to her by his aunt. Her being was broken. He broke her. But she vowed, with all her heart, that she would still love him, no matter what.