Please Don't.
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Hermione giggled at her deep plum colour ball gown moved with her body as her fiancée twirled her round, she curtsied to him then he span her once more then past her to the male in the mask on his left which was tradition for this dance. His suit was made a fine material and he wore a plain black mask covering the top half of his face with a silver dragon going up the left side. She looked into his eyes and saw something she wasn't expecting, she pulled away slightly and parted her lips to say something but he pulled her closely to him then pressed one of his fingers to her full red lips. He slowly manoeuvred them over to the doors leading to the balcony, making it look like they were just plainly dancing. He let go of her waist but not her black silk glove covered hand, he kept hold of her delicate hand and they walked outside of the ballroom, careful not to be seen.
He looked over at her; she stood nervously bracing herself on the balcony wall, staring into the gardens. She looked radiant, her plum coloured ball gown with its corset top and full skirt accented her bodily shape perfectly and her chocolate coloured hair so dark it looked black was piled onto of her head in perfect ringlets, some loose framing her face. 'Hermione…' He started, she turned she took off her plum coloured mask and held her hand up to silence what he was going to say. Her honey coloured eyes look amazing in the moonlight. 'We promised it would stop, I can't do this anymore, you know that… he proposed, I can't.' She explained to him while holding out her left hand, a perfectly cut diamond sparkled as the moonlight caught it. His heart felt like it was being stabbed by a million daggers, she was no longer his. She was replacing her mask and she looking into his eyes, and walked up to him standing on her tiptoes, 'I'm sorry Draco, you know I love you but this is the right thing to do' she whispered to him looking at the floor, she placed one feather light kiss on his lips, it was so soft he wasn't even sure is she had done it. A single tear rolled down her perfect skin before she turned round and started toward the ball room again. It was then, when he realised that he was going to lose her that he found his voice, 'No Hermione, I can't lose you again'. She turned and looked at him one last time. 'I love you Draco never forget that, but this is the way it has to be', she spoke the last words he would ever her out of her mouth again and walked back into the ball room. 'No, please don't…' he didn't know who it was too but the words escaped him mouth as he saw her fiancée greet her with a kiss on the hand and ask her to dance. That should be me, he thought to himself. He'd lost her, his Hermione, his angel and he'd never get her back.