N/A: First fanfic! For some reason, I could not put this on the first chapter so um, I will put it here c:

It is a really short chapter, I know.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and you know that.

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Sick of Loneliness.

He noticed the back of beautiful girl in the middle of the desert. She had perfect curls and the sun shined above them. Who was she? Once he got closer flower bloomed around them and she turned. She had beautiful brown eyes and a perfect face. The wind blew her gorgeous white gown and her perfect hair. Once she saw him, she giggled and ran, most likely skipped, from him. He went after her but fell. Once he was up, he could no longer see her. The flowers were gone and she was gone. Who was she?

The muggle alarm woke him up from his awkward dream.

Recently he was having dreams of Astoria but she was definitely not her. The only think he could remember was her hair. Her gorgeous hair. She did remind him of Granger, actually she was probably Granger. No, she couldn't be.

The fucking alarm wouldn't stop beeping which snapped him out of his thoughts. He grabbed it and threw it to the ground with strength.

"Stupid muggle invention!" he cried stepping on it until it will completely vanish despite the fact it was impossible.

He headed out to the kitchen and grabbed a green apple. He lay on the couch and started to eat his green apple. This reminded him of Astoria, when he used to lay down at the couch and she passed by him and gave him a kiss in the cheek. He missed that. He missed when she yelled at him and how she got mad at him but then he will apologize and start kissing with her. He missed when she cooked and he will 'help' her even though he doesn't even know how to cook. He missed saying sweet things to her and making her blush. He missed her. He missed her accompany. He missed being with somebody to love. Now, he was alone with no one to love and this killed him. It made him sick.

Bloody Astoria, he murmured to himself, how can she make me suffer like this?

He was right, how could she make him suffer so much? If she truthfully had feelings for him, she wouldn't just run away from sight just like that, was she mad? Or probably, she never had feelings for him, to make him suffer like that. Probably she used him. That thought killed Draco. That meant everything they had been through together was…false. No, that couldn't be true or she was one good of an actress.

Draco had to stop thinking of her, he looked around checking if someone was around, luckily there wasn't so he turned on the television. The only thing he loved about muggles was the television. But he did not want anyone to know he liked it. When he turned it on, he searched the channels. He stopped when he saw a woman who was awkwardly alike to Granger. She was sure gorgeous. Suddenly, Granger invaded his mind. He remembered his dream, yesterday at the airport, and all of those years at Hogwarts, how he teased her and how she once punched him at the face. The thought made him chuckle.

Those times, he thought to himself.

He remembered how much she had changed; she was way more female than before. Draco's secret was that he always felt attracted to her, but was ashamed of it, despite the fact that they hated each other to death.

Suddenly, he heard the door knob turn and quickly turned off the television. It was Blaise with Alison, the bloody muggle. He felt happy after remembering his times with Granger so he decided to tease the muggle.

"Oh hello, Alison, had enough saliva sharing with Blaise?" he took a big bite from his apple and grinned maliciously.

"Very funny." She said in a sarcastic tone which sounded pretty much like Hermione.

"I know, right?" he sat down at the couch and asked Blaise. "So when are we going to leave this bloody place, pal?

Blaise seemed worried and said nervously "I am afraid 'we' is too many people."

Draco smile faded away, did that mean Blaise was staying? "What do you mean by that?"

Blaise grabbed Alison's hand and showed it to Draco. It had a diamond ring on the fourth finger. They were engaged. Draco's jaw hit the floor.

"Do you like it, Drakie?" it was her turn to smile maliciously.

"Fuck off, muggle." He stood up and slightly pushed Alison with his shoulder. "May I have a word with you?"

Blaise nervously accepted and told Alison to leave.

As soon as Alison was gone he yelled at Blaise. "Are you mad? You are not going to marry a muggle, your kids aren't going to be pure bloods, you know? Probably they aren't even going to be wizards!"

"Yes, I know." He calmed Draco down, "But, she insisted."

"She insisted you to marry her?"

Blaise nodded slowly.

"What is wrong with that woman?"

"I honestly don't know but I love her and I am going to marry her! Ok, mum?" he raised his voice slightly; "I can marry whoever the fuck I want!"

Draco stayed in silence, probably he was right, Draco is not his mum and cannot tell him who to marry.

"Fine, do whatever you want, blood traitor." He angrily left the room and headed to the guest room.

What had happened to Blaise? He was suddenly going to marry a muggle? And she had told him to? So, now he had to go back to his world alone. Now he was completely lonely, with no one to love and no one to befriend with. Now, or either He was going back to live with his parents, which he cannot stand at all or go back to his apartment and feel awfully alone with no Blaise to tease or joke around. Oh fuck, he was going to be alone.

He went out for a walk in the muggle world for, most likely, his last time. He had spoken with Blaise after arguing with him and decided he was leaving the next day back to the wizarding world. Summer was over, it was slightly cold. He placed his hands inside his pockets and looked around. As hard as he tried not touching a single muggle, it was impossible. He was at the city of London, probably muggles favorite place to walk around.

Muggles were disgusting to him and so useless; he wondered how they could survive without magic for their whole pointless lives. Probably technology was his answer, it was like magic. He had to admit they were a bit clever to create moving things and smart things just like the television, his favorite muggle invention. Oh muggles, they were so useless and clever at the same time.

He walked the streets completely alone wandering around until he found a coffee shop named Starbucks. He loved coffee and he needed to relax a bit so a coffee would help. He entered and asked for a cappuccino, sat alone at a small table, and stared at the happy couples around him. Again, the thought of being alone for his whole life invaded his mind. He took a sip of his cappuccino and avoided his thoughts. He placed his elbows firmly to the table and stroked his hair. Loneliness was killing him and he needed to do something.

Suddenly, he heard the door open. Guess who went in?

The gorgeous Gryffindor with perfect curls,

Granger.