Disclaimer: these characters are in no way mine.

Just needed something to write, sorry its not very good.

(yes title of fic and title of chapter are supposed to be different!)

(shout out to remusly-moony!)


Please Stay

Hermione couldn't believe he had walked out on her. He lit up her life. Everything he said to her truly hadn't mattered in the end.

That was Draco Malfoy for you. In the end he always defied his emotions.

She lightly stepped into the Hogs' Head, making sure there were only a scant few in it before setting down her purse and coat on the slightly dirty wooden counter.

Seconds later, Hermione's bottom was in a rotating chair, waiting for her low alcohol tolerance level to be affected.

Well, only half a shot of Fire Whiskey, and a bartender willing to listen had Hermione off on her feelings in a second.

Later that night………

Hermione stared at the bartender with darkening eyes.

Was her story that big of a tragedy that he was bawling?

She had never thought so.

The short bartender sniffled, while Hermione finished off her shot of 'liquid fire'.

"Well, I shall depart," Hermione mumbled, grabbing her purse.

"Are yer sure yer'll be alroight by yerself missy?" His face now sullen.

A small smile flashed across her face. "I'll be fine. Thanks."

She shoved open the heavy door. The cold air enveloped her, brushing against her alcohol-enhanced pink cheeks. She began to walk, watching her warm breath drift away wispily into the night sky.

Hermione couldn't stop her preoccupied mind. He had left her. Had their love meant nothing? She quickly shoved rebellious tears out of her eyes and away from her face.

Across the way, someone was watching her; but as Hermione neared the large, cloaked figure, he or she disappeared with a small pop!

Days of Hogwarts horror flooded her mind, she had no idea who that was. Hermione began a flat out run! Not pacing herself, just running, as she felt exhaustion taking over her body.

Hermione raced around the corner, her breath completely clouding her vision. She paused in front of a cozy crème-colored house. Silently scolding herself for being so foolish.

With a pop, Hermione disapparated into the night; appearing, shortly afterwards, in front of a large mansion. In front of the mansion a black gate bore the initial M. She shoved the gate open, proceeding down the sidewalk until she reached the hard stone steps.

She sat down on the third step crying. But no one was their to cradle her as she rid her body of sadness. Slowly, and carefully, she ascended the remaining the steps, feeling warm tears wash over her face and continue to cloud her vision.

Hermione reached into her green purse, and pulled out a small golden key. After inserting the key into the keyhole, she turned it clockwise twice. A small click and the door opened up, swallowing Hermione as she entered.

The house was deathly silent, as it had been since the day Draco left. There were no house elves as Hermione had made it perfectly clear that she would not have a husband who needed poor helpless creatures to do the two-second chores most wizards were too lazy, yet perfectly capable of doing.

Hermione pelted her purse at the gray granite floor, which lately came to haunt her.

They were his eyes, watching her and smirking at her suffering.

To her left was a black spiral staircase, she fought hard to keep her mind blank as she took the stairs two-at-a-time.

As Hermione neared the top, her heart began to race, a slight perspiration forming on her forehead

There it was.

The Door.

A door to her left. She couldn't face the master bedroom that had, but a mere week ago, become solely hers.

She let her eyelids block out the dim lighting and felt for the wall on her right. Then, she held her breath and stepped beyond the room. She was hugely relieved after passing that door, and continued down to...somewhere in the... middle of the hall to her new bedroom.

Hermione had redecorated it the other day, until it had matched her Head Girl Dormitory at Hogwarts. The thought of Harry and Ron comforted her.

They were the people however who no longer spoke to her, and it was daggers in her heart. She plopped onto the fluffy, royal red bed. Gazing around her Gryffindor themed room, she thought back on her past.

Tears began teasing her, stinging her eyes; she shut them immediately, in order to rid herself of the searing sensation caused by small amounts of salt water.

Why had he left her? It made no sense.

She had grown terribly attached to him. She had loved him unconditionally, ever since he rebuked the evil within himself.

When Hermione had stared for long periods of time into his prismatic eyes, she lost her heart in them.

Before they even got together she told herself time and time again he would leave her, because that was what Draco did. A pity, she never did believe her own common sense when it came to a platinum-haired someone.

Hermione opened her eyes, quickly blinked away the blinding tears and, switched off the light. She could see the soft moonlight flooding her bedroom as she hopped into her bed, seeing no reason in changing her clothes.

Then, the light went blurry and she once again doused her spirits and her sheets with the pain. Hermione sobbed herself to sleep, but slumberland held no happiness for her.

She saw him leaving over and over again.

Flashback……………

She blinked her eyes a few times as they adjusted to the bright light, and room came into focus.

Bang! Boom! Thud!

Her husband was throwing randoms things into a suitcase.

Draco was leaving, she couldn't believe her eyes.

"What are you doing?" She asked hoping that her smarts would fail her for the first time.

"What does it look like I'm doing," he shouted, exasperated. He stared at one point across the room. He couldn't even look at her. "I'm leaving."

"But, where are you going?"

"I'm not sure! It doesn't matter you aren't coming!" He glared daggers at her.

"Doesn't a wife at least have a right to know where her husband is going?" The pain was biting her as she felt her world slipping away in the blink of an eye.

"Is that what you think I am," he glowered and sneered at her.

"Who are you?" she was scared to death.

He moved closer, getting right in her face, but he still did not look her in the eyes when he told her exactly who he was.

As he reached for the door knob, the light created golden accents on his hair, making him look like the angel he had once been.

Hermione spoke up, "Wait! Don't I mean anything to you?" She questioned, her eyes glazing over.

He looked about to break, she could hear it in his voice, and his eyes appeared shinier.

Or was that because she was on the brink of tears herself and a silvery shadow was cast upon all things in view.

"No," and then his voice held out strong, although Hermione could have sworn it was more of a whimper than an answer. His face was contorting into a look she had never seen upon his angelic face.

Regret.

He shoved the door forward and it boomed, triggering Hermione's heart beat which was impossibly louder.

She listened a few seconds longer.

The front door slammed shut, and a small pop echoed through the empty house.

Hermione was so shocked she didn't know what exactly to do. She screamed, and cried, hoping it would bring him back.

He never did come back into the house, and probably never would.

………………………

Hermione woke, her head felt like she had been struck with a hammer a rather large one made of steel. She went to the bathroom and brushed her teeth, angry that there was no tooth brush next to hers.

Hermione turned on the water in the shower.

After a few moments of loneliness, she saw steam floating lazily above the humongous shower.

Then she hopped in, and attempted to heal the wound life had left her.


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