A/N: My entry to dramione_ldws round 3 challenge 4 on LJ.

Title: You Are Not Mine
Author: A Pretty Pink Lie; dazzled_x on LJ
Rating: T
Warnings: words that are italicized are Hermione's thoughts, followed by her words that she actually speaks aloud
Word Count: 250

Disclaimer: I own nothing but my ideas. If that makes sense?



Hermione Weasley and Draco Malfoy surreptitiously watched a couple stumble up the staircase of the Leaky Cauldron towards its rental rooms. Hermione's heart broke as she watched Draco's own fall to pieces.

Draco closed his eyes and sighed. "Tell me that wasn't Astoria."

She just lost an amazing man.

"I'm sorry."

"What does he have that I don't have?" Draco questioned.

Nothing.

"I don't know."

"Shouldn't you have better answers than this?" he growled.

Hermione's eyes flashed in annoyance.

Not anymore.

"I understand you are upset – you have every right to be. But don't you daretake your anger out on me, Draco Malfoy."

The blonde wizard signaled to Tom for another drink that he immediately gulped down.

"I have a successful business, I am on good terms with the Ministry, and I'm still devastatingly handsome," Draco muttered. "What's wrong with me?"

Hermione's heart sunk. Nothing, she wanted to say. Nothing is wrong with you.

"Maybe I'm not as good of a man as I thought I was. Scorpius barely talks to me about his problems anymore. My own father won't even speak to me at times," Draco continued, lost in his own world.

"Hey," Hermione said softly, placing Draco's glass of Firewhisky out of reach. He didn't look up.

"I smoke, drink, and gamble excessively. I tried to kill Albus Dumbledore…"

"Hey," Hermione said again, grabbing his head and turning it towards her.

Gray eyes met brown eyes.

I shouldn't say this.

"To me, you are perfect," she whispered.