Who (in all circumstances) would have ever thought that chestnut-haired Miss-Know-It-All
Hermione Anne Granger and hot Slytherin guy Draco Narcissus Malfoy would end up together?
Nobody, of course, because as far as practically everybody knew, Draco and his gang of gorilla-faced Slytherins had once made Hermione's life hell as soon as she set foot in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardy, just because she was a Muggle-born.
Yet, there they were, in Madam Puddifoot's, on a date, looking so sweet.
People can be so judgemental sometimes. Sure, they look like the perfect couple, but, hey, nobody's that perfect. And Draco and Hermione had problems. Bizarre problems too awkward to discuss.
Going back to the story, Hermione was sipping on her cup of tea (in a very lady-like manner), trying her very best to be interested in an insect that somehow found its way to their table. Draco was drinking his cup of tea while reading the Daily Prophet. At least, it looked like he was reading it. He raised an eyebrow as he read the headline: Mayhem at the Ministry due to unhygenic problems.
'The headline's so peculiar!' he thought. 'Pretty much like Hermione's attitude towards me for the past few weeks. I have to talk to her. I just have to.'
He drank the last of his tea, folded the Daily Prophet and discarded it to a nearby receptacle, and stared at Hermione. Hermione fidgeted in her seat, flicked the insect away, and finished her tea. She guessed that Draco probably wanted to leave Madam Puddifoot's, which suited her just fine, because it smelled a bit funky.
"Let's go?" she asked, staring at Draco's shoes. She brushed her pink robes, stood up, walked towards the door, and started to open it but…
Draco pulled out his wand and uttered "Alohomor." Then, the doors were locked.
"Fine! Let's Disapparate then!" snapped Hermione.
Draco held her arm. "I'd rather want us to talk." He pointed on a black bench near the intersection of the street. "Let's go there."
"Whatever," muttered Hermione, and followed Draco outside.
The two sat on either side of the bench, Hermione staying away from Draco. They were silent for a few moments, each expecting the other to break the ice. Then, Draco stood up.
"Hermione, I've been noticing that you've been acting strange lately and—"
"What are you, a psychiatrist or something?!" Hermione interrupted.
"Lemme finish. Hermione, I know something's wrong, and I'm here to listen. Just…spill."
Draco gazed at her chocolate-colored eyes.
Hermione gave him a big smile, as if to say "Nothing's wrong, Draco! My life's totally great!"
But, Draco (knowing his girlfriend), knew it was fake, because if it were genuine, her eyes would be twinkling like the stars. He raised an eyebrow and gave Hermione his signature smirk.
"You're not very good at lying, doll!" he laughed.
Then he turned serious. "I want to know what's wrong, Hermione. And I want to know only the truth."
Hermione looked away. If only Draco knew how she felt right know. She was hurt. She was angry. She was sad. All because of something that involved Draco and a French fry named Fleur Delacour.
Last month, Hermione Apparated into the Malfoy Manor to show Draco something she found rather amusing. Then, she heard someone moaning. It sounded like a girl's voice. She ran and hid beneath the bushes that were beside the living room and there she saw. Her Draco and Fleur making passionate love on the floor. Draco didn't see her of course, because right then and there she Disapparated, way too shocked from what she just saw.
"Was that my Draco Malfoy?!" Hermione thought. "If it was him, then, why would he just do that? I've given him everything, loved him sincerely, and never checked out other boys. Do I have to give up my virginity too just for him to love me more? I don't think so…"
She decided not to tell Draco what she saw, because she loved him with her whole heart and if you love someone, you should accept everything about him, and that certain "everything" includes faults and shortcomings. But, she can't go on with her life with a heavy heart. After that incident, she couldn't look at Draco in the eye. It hurt too much. Every night, she'd cry herself to sleep just thinking about the man who pierced her heart.
"I am considered a clever witch," she said to herself. "But, when it comes to love, I'm totally clueless. I have to make the right decision."
"…and I know I sometimes leave you because my job takes out a lot of hours and…" Draco stopped yakking and looked at Hermione, waving a hand on her angelic face. "Earth to Hermione! Are you…er, alive?"
"Of course I am!" Hermione said, annoyed. She was thinking. But, now, her brain ached. She decided she would tell Draco once and for all, and to probably dump him.
"I know what I'm about to say is going to hurt both me and Draco, but I feel it's the right thing. I am so sorry Draco."
She closed her eyes and crossed her perfectly manicured fingers.
"Hermione?!" Draco was worried. "Hey, I'm still here. Oh, dear you're in some kind of trance. Oh, my love, are you okay?"
Hermione glared at him with outmost hatred, anger, hurt, jealousy and all the mean things you can think of. This was like in their first few years at Hogwarts. She cackled softly.
"Me?! Your love? Really funny joke Malfoy, so funny indeed, that I forgot to laugh!"
"Hermione!" Draco screamed, putting his hands up in the air. "What the heck is happening to you?!"
"Not like I'm any concern of yours, Malfoy," Hermione said coldly.
"Of course, you are! I mean, you're my girlfriend!"
"And you sincerely love me?" Hermione said softly.
"Yes…of course," Draco answered.
Then, Hermione pressed her lips firmly on Draco's then pulled away.
"I'm a good kisser, aren't I?" Hermione said. "But that doesn't matter, since you have that French fry Fleur Delacour to taste anyway. Does she know you have a girlfriend by the way?"
"Hermione, I don't have a clue on what you're talking about!" Draco said, exasperated.
"Quit playing games Draco, because I know!"
By then, Hermione wasn't joking around anymore. She was almost going to cry. Hot, angry tears welled up in her eyes.
"Draco, I saw you and that-that veela Fleur Delacour doing that "S" thing! I thought I was your only one! I thought your love for me was real!"
"Hermione, I can explain, please--"
"No, I will certainly not be listening to your explanations! Draco…"
Hermione cleared her throat and closed her eyes shut.
"It's over."
"Wha—?"
Draco was so stunned. "Hermione, you're—you're breaking up with me?"
"I think it's the right thing thank you very much."
"How could it be the right thing when we're not together?"
"Listen, get over it and marry Fleur! See if I care."
"Hermione-wait…Hermione!!!!!!"
Too late. Hermione Disapparated.
"Hermione, I…I love you," he whispered to the cool breeze, as if thinking it would bring those words to Hermione.
It started to rain but Draco didn't care. He sat on the sidewalk and a tomcat approached him.
"Look at me, the Slytherin prince Draco Malfoy, sitting here, like a vagabond," Draco said to the cat. "Hey, are you an Animagus?"
The cat scampered away.
As it began to rain harder, Draco began to cry softly. He was loveless, no less.