Prologue
"I said get out of my bed!" I feel like I've yelled this same thing repeatedly over the past few months.
Each night I go to bed, and have it all to myself, just to wake up to the rustle of someone else underneath the covers with me. Hermione is no stranger to getting into places that she's unwelcome. And this is just another one of those nights that she's stuffed herself underneath my covers hoping for a cuddle.
I knew I had made a mistake going out with her months ago, but who knew that a month's worth of relationship with the great Draco Malfoy would leave her wanting more. I turn over in disgust at her face as her eyes well up with tears and a whimper escapes her mouth.
"I'm sorry, Draco, I just thought…" she picked up the covers and rolled out of bed while looking back at me. "I just thought that… after you defended me… in class, that you…"
And then I watched as she ran away; hopefully for good this time. I cannot stand to tell her that I was wrong in ending our relationship and that I wanted her back. She needed to know what real love felt like… something that a Malfoy couldn't possibly give her.