Author's Note: This story was once called Treat You Right. Same plot, however, I made a lot of major changes. To those who read, reviewed, and made TYR as they favorite story and alerted (Huh? was that right? :P) , thank you guys! Now, here it is again. Happy Holidays!

Wonder why, why its taking so long
To step back and admit all my wrongs
Always gave everything you had to me (Everything to me)
Tell me why I continue abusing

The Audition - What Gets You Through The Night

CHAPTER 1

It had been four years since the end of the Dark Lord and the lives in both Wizarding and Muggle World had been generally perfect. But as for every man's reverie of a perfect life, Draco Malfoy's life would be the ideal example. A family name that earned respect, once again, after Draco's heroic deed from the last war, wealth that was incomparable after the recent successes of the Malfoy's several businesses and an almost perfect woman by his side that made his life feather-like would actually describe Draco's current life. Such life was very much surreal, but attaining that was never impossible for the Slytherin Prince.

Draco's status and wealth could never be questioned, however, what came to a shock to the whole Wizarding community in London was his involvement and relationship with the last girl they have imagined he would date and she is none other than Hermione Granger, now his girlfriend for two years. Most of the people who knew them were aware of the pure hatred the two of them had for each other. But they said let bygones be bygones. If the Dark Lord was once been dead and able to live again, loving your enemy would not be that impossible.

Hermione painted the sketch of Draco's life. She was like a wind that helped him sail his boat to the right direction. And how Draco had become for the past years, she had a great influence to it. However, no matter how great the Prince's tale had sounded doesn't mean the Princess got the same. Life was never fair. Relationships weren't smooth. They are rough and so must be measured on how jagged it is. Those past two years had been rocky. It was because Draco Malfoy was a natural jerk while Hermione Granger was too intelligent that she learned to be a fool.

Draco's weakness was always the being of the opposite sex and he could not say no to their calls. This had been the very core of their problems. Draco's lack of loyalty. He might not be oblivious to Hermione's importance to his life, but he did not see her worth that much. So it seemed so easy for him to give in to his weakness.

Now, at the present, Draco was still enjoying his life. It had been a week since he saw Hermione who flew to France for the International Healers Summit. So their flat had been generally empty over the past few days. Without his sunshine, Draco Malfoy seemed to always malfunction. Just like last night in Blaise Zabini's wedding anniversary party. Hermione wasn't there, so his hormones were once again out of control thus entangling him with a very sticky situation that was about to change the rest of his life.

"Breakfast in bed!" Draco heard the sweet voice he had been missing for the past five days and he knew who that was very well.

"You still have your mother with you?" Another voice which was unfamiliar to him spoke and it was followed by the clattering of silver wares and breaking glasses. Being there on their bed covered by the sheets Hermione herself had bought, with his arms wrapped around an almost stranger, it felt like time had stopped. He did not know what move to make at that moment—like he was trapped in a devil snare. Strong footsteps vibrated breaking the terrible silence that surrounded them earlier. And he knew that's hers and she's leaving the place with that terrible picture of his in her mind.

Draco quickly jumped off the bed and was grateful that he had his boxers on with him, because it wouldn't be pleasing to see to run after her fully naked. But even before he got out of the room, he stepped on a splinter of the broken glass.

You deserve more than this. He thought as he continued to run with his injured foot. Since it was not possible to apparate inside their flat, he was able to still reach her before she got out of the door.

"Please let me explain first." He told her, holding her left arm. Damn, those were the exact words I told her last time! She took his hand and moved it, freeing her from his grip. He saw her take a deep breath and then looked at him. There were no tears but loathing.

"My sheets. Burn them." Those were the only words she said to him and then she left. He would have to let her go for now, just like what he always let her do. She will be coming back tonight and then I can explain.

Draco immediately got rid of the woman on their bed that morning and the sheets—he did not burn them because he knew those were her favorite piece. The thought of going to his work was not there. Instead, he decided to plan on how to make it up for his girlfriend. He missed Hermione a lot and that may be one of the reasons he was not able to stop himself from sleeping with that girl from the party. Her absence just digs a big hole into him.

Morning passed by too quickly with just planning. He decided to cook dinner for her instead of bringing her to some fancy place. More efforts from me, the better. He thought. Then, he set up the tables and chairs at the rooftop garden of their flat and then transfiguring some of the leaves of the hanging plants into small orange lights—perfect when the night comes.

At seven, everything was in its perfect place. He is also in his best self. Now, he would just have to wait for Hermione's arrival. Some minutes have passed, she did not arrive. And then an hour that became several hours, yet she did not come. The garden plants that he had transfigured had lost their lights. It was already one in the morning and no Hermione Granger came unlocking their door.

Draco could not help not to feel irate. He had prepared for this night. He did not go to work to arrange the rooftop and cook some dinner. Now everything he did just go to waste.

She did not even bother owling me!

But will you, if you saw her with a stranger on your bed?

I'll make sure I cursed the man.

Oh get a grip Draco, she's not coming!

No, maybe something wrong had just happened… Where are you Hermione?

He stood up and banged on the wooden table a small box he had been holding before his irritation got into him.

Crack!

Draco Malfoy is naturally impatient and he would not wait for the sun to shine just to start looking for his girlfriend. Now, he stood there in front of his best friend and his wife's bedroom.

"Love birds, get up," He called and with a flick of his wand, he lighted the whole room waking up the two.

"What is wrong with you Draco Malfoy?!" Ginny cried as she saw the person who interrupted her from her slumber.

"You know where Hermione is?" he asked her coolly. He saw how Ginny's face shifted from being annoyed to being enraged with that he knows she met with her best friend. But even before Ginny could explode, Blaise Zabini held her arms and asked them to talk it over the living room.

Draco had been watching the redhead since they arrived at the living room. She looked like she was restraining herself from groping and hexing him. Definitely, she met up with her. He thought.

"Drake, I think you should just leave Hermione alone for the moment," Blaise said. However, he was the least interested to what his best friend had to say for now. What he wanted was Ginny to speak because he was sure she had the answer to his question earlier.

"I need to talk to her, so tell me where she is," he said demandingly as he and Ginny played a glaring game.

Blaise sighed to the sight he was seeing. "Just give her time. Surely by tomorrow or the next, she'll come around," Blaise said.

"I hope she doesn't come back," Ginny snapped still looking menacingly at Draco. "No, she won't definitely come back."

"Where is she?" Draco asked, ignoring her previous statement.

"Why do you still want her back?! You should be celebrating now because you're free to do whatever you like with your life! You're also free to grind your body with everybody!"

"Gin, calm down," Blaise said, putting his hands on Ginny's shoulder, but she shoved it off.

"I'm not going to calm down!" she cried. "Hermione is one of the best people I know and she deserved more than what this bastard is giving her! You've cheated on her a dozen of times, you flirt, kiss, made out now had sex with a different woman when she's not around. What's next on the list? The number of woman you made pregnant?!" Ginny is already on her feet as Blaise tries to stop her from being physically violent.

"Ginny, I think that is enough!"

"Enough?! I'm not yet halfway there! And besides, someone has to tell him how terribly he treats Hermione!"

With Ginny's words and actions, he knew that he won't be getting anything from the girl. I would have to be a little more patient and wait for her. He thought and then stood up.

"I think you won't tell me what you know. I won't be wasting my time anymore to listen to your incessant blabbering," He said to Ginny. But before he could even disapparate, Ginny was able to leave him some grave words.

"She may come back Malfoy, but she'll be gone the very moment you found out." Somehow he felt threatened, like he almost believed it would turn out so. But he dismissed the thought and apparated back home.

When he got back to his flat, he was surprised to smell that something was burning. He checked the whole area but saw nothing aflame. However, when he went towards the rooftop garden, he saw the sheets of Hermione burning. She was here. Little by little, something was sinking into him as he took his steps back to the flat. When he entered their room, he saw the sheet-less bed and sat down there. Ginny's voice was like yelling at his ears now.

She may come back Malfoy, but she'll be gone the very moment you found out. And worse comes to worse, somehow, the redhead girl's words were confirmed to be true. He saw her closet wide open, and it was already empty.

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