A/N: So this is my first fanfic, and, of course, it's dramione because dramione is life. Anyways. I hope you enjoy this and criticism is always welcome.
He watched her as she sat under the willow, her happiness evident upon her face. She laughed at something the man said, her honey brown hair cascading down her back. The man cupped her cheek, drawing her in. His fury grew. That used to be his. He used to be the one to hold her hand, make her laugh, kiss her as the man was doing now. He used to make her shiver with pleasure. His mind, betraying him, went back to when she first professed her love…
She breathed heavily underneath him, squirming as he kissed her, conquering her mouth with his tongue. His hands moved down to cup her round breasts, kneading them before taking a rosy nipple into his mouth, sucking gently. She placed both hands either side of his head and pulled him back up to her mouth, kissing him wildly, moaning.
"Draco, please. I need you," Hermione breathed in between kisses. He smiled against her lips and proceeded to fulfil her request.
Later, when she lay on his chest and he softly stroked her hair, she weakly rose her head and said quietly, "I love you Draco Malfoy."
He was silent for a while before replying, "I love you too, Hermione Granger."
The man had broken off the kiss now, and a single tear rolled down Draco's cheek. He swiped angrily at it, quickly removing the tiny drop of water that dared to escape from his eye. Hermione was laughing again, the anger that was emanating from her on their last night together nowhere to be seen on her face…
"Draco, I can't do this anymore," his love, his reason to live whispered so softly, tears streaming down her face. If she had screamed it would have been better. This quietness, the evident brokenness on her face was awful.
"Hermione, please," he pleaded, "I-I love you."
"Draco, you cheated, and then you lied to me about where you were, and you think that I can forgive you?" she yelled. Yelling was good. He could handle yelling.
"I-" how could he make understand what truly happened that night?
"No, Draco. I loved you. I trusted you. I really did," she interrupted coldly staring at him for a few seconds, and just as her gaze began to soften, she turned on her heel and strode out of the apartment, out of his life.
She was staring at the man.
He fell to his knees, willing her to come back.
He stared back, went in to steal another kiss.
He sobbed for the first time in his life, head cradled in his hands.
She pulled away.
He sat on the floor for ages, staring at the door.
The man pointed out a bird in the tree that Draco was sitting under.
He lifted her sweatshirt to his nose, inhaling deeply.
Hermione, smiling, looked.
He crawled to his bed with the sweatshirt in hand.
The smile fell from her face as she noticed him.
He cried into the sweatshirt, falling asleep sometime later.
Grey eyes met chestnut for the last time.