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This must be what dying feels like, she thought. Lying in bed, her head on his pillow, she wondered when her tears would stop falling. Today, he was going to marry his betrothed - a beautiful Pureblood, who never seemed to suspect that her fiancé would do anything wrong. Hermione only had herself to blame for giving in to his charm. Her heart was aching, and her world was crumbling.
A knock on her door jolted her back to her senses. She certainly wasn't expecting anyone to visit; After all, everyone she knew was at the Malfoy Manor for Draco's wedding. She was ready to dismiss the soft rap on her door, but she heard it again - louder this time. Sighing, she got up and padded to the door, wearing only the shirt he left the night they agreed to end their little dalliance.
"Astoria!"
The beautiful Pureblood was a vision. Still in her wedding dress, the woman forced herself to smile, her eyes brimmed with tears.
"He's waiting for you in Seacliff. He said you knew where," the runaway bride started, letting her tears fall down. "I knew, Hermione. I knew you broke it off too. Most of all, I knew Draco and I have been over before we even begun. He told me he loved me. And I couldn't say it back."
She didn't need to be told twice. As soon as Astoria left, Hermione Flooed to his modest beach house where she found his seated at the porch, his back to her.
"Granger, I have a wedding today, but the bride dumped me. How would you like to take her place?" Draco asked, as he slowly turned to see the love of his life. He smirked. "Not in that shirt, of course."
Hermione rolled her eyes. He was the most incorrigible person in the world, that's true. But now he belonged to her.