"I love you. Surely you must know that. I love you - always have and always will. But I guess that's not enough, huh?"
"That should've been at the back of your mind then. Or is that what you were whispering in her ear as you were fucking her? Was it enough for her?" She continued packing the last of her things as tears were falling down her face.
"Hermione, no. Please, you have to understand. I wasn't thinking clearly. I was drunk, we were fighting and she was there. I know I fucked up but please, just give me one more chance." He continued watching her, feeling helpless more than ever.
"It's not fair. You can't just expect me to understand, Malfoy. It hurts too much. And yes, you fucked up, you fucked her. So, whatever this is, it's over."
"Come on, love. You don't mean that. Hermione, I love you. You know I do and I know you love me too. We've been together for more than three years now, love, doesn't that mean anything to you? You're just too angry at the moment and you're letting your anger cloud your judgment."
"Malfoy, I assure you whether or not I'm angry I'd still be ending this - us. More than three years, you say, but clearly that wasn't enough to stop you from fucking around and clearly it doesn't mean anything to you. Just because I'm angry at the moment and probably will be for a long time, it doesn't mean I'm being stupid. Don't mistake me for that slag you just fucked. And when I leave, nothing is stopping you from fucking a hundred others - not that anything has ever stopped you."
"Hermione," he uttered, feeling somber. "Please, I'm begging you. Don't do this. I love you. I love you so much it hurts. I need you. Please, love, please." He had started crying too, knowing that he just lost the best thing he has ever had.
"I love you too, but it hurts. I have to do this for myself. I have to respect myself. Goodbye, Draco Malfoy." She gave him a sad smile before apparating out of their shared apartment of three years.
He's left staring at the spot she had been in minutes ago and it seemed like the tears would never stop flowing. He felt exhausted and torn apart. Never in his life has he felt this depressed; this actually even tops 6th year when the Dark Lord assigned him to kill Dumbledore.
"Whoever said that it's better to have loved and lost clearly didn't know what he was talking about," he thought. His eyes swept around their apartment and he found it sadly amazing how magic could make three years just disappear in a flick. "I still have our memories. I'll always have that and I know we're going to be together again eventually. She just needs time."
.~*DMHG*~.
Hermione apparated right into Ginny and Harry Potter's house and was a mess on the floor when Ginny spotted her in their living room. Ginny knelt down beside her, putting a comforting hand around her shoulder before Hermione turned to her.
"Hermione! What's wrong?" Ginny asked as her friend was crying on her shoulder and hugging her tightly. She was very worried and she couldn't get much from her friend except for the broken "He didn't *hiccup* even *hiccup* say *hiccup* sorry... he didn't *hiccup* even *hiccup* apologize. *hiccup* He doesn't even *hiccup* regret doing it. *hiccup* He didn't - oh, Ginny. *hiccup* What am I to do?"
Hermione eventually fell asleep, having spent herself crying. Ginny carefully levitated her to the couch, afraid that she might break her friend's temporary peace. But even as she's sleeping, Ginny could see that she was very sad. Tears still flowed even as she's sleeping and Ginny couldn't help but cry at the sad sight too. Something has broken her friend and it broke her heart just seeing her like that.
.~*DMHG*~.
Days passed by as both Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger acted like zombies. They both worried their friends. Their friends figured they had a huge fight but couldn't get anything out of them. The couple - or, should I say former couple - wouldn't talk to anyone, would barely eat or do anything at all. They would usually just sit around in a daze. Sleep escaped them at night; they found it difficult to get used to the cold empty space beside them. They had been too attuned and attached, too dependent and too reliant on each other. More than three years of living together does that to people.
Hermione continued to cry silently so as not to alert her friends. Sometimes she cries herself to sleep, or she just cries until the sun rises. Draco would have occasional tantrums, breaking things in their apartment - his things because Hermione has nothing of hers left in there, except Draco Malfoy and despite her lack of things in there, he still likes to think it's theirs. Draco would reparo everything back again after every outburst thinking Hermione wouldn't appreciate seeing their apartment in a mess when she comes back. He just knows she will be back. He just doesn't know when and if it will be soon.
.~*DMHG*~.