Chapter 2:
"Leaning now, into the breeze, remembering Sunday, he falls to his knees. They had breakfast together but two eggs don't last like the feeling of what he needs." – All Time Low, Remembering Sunday
He sat on the train, patiently waiting for the next station to arrive, where he would make the final transition to find his love. One more switch and he was there.
He had no energy. He had wasted it all away with beer and whiskey. There was no way he ever would have been able to apparate. Not in this condition.
He leaned his head against the window, watching as his warm breath fogged the chilled glass. He could feel the cool breeze coming from the other window. He couldn't help but think of the past and compare his memories with her to the memories of others. She was beautiful, they were "sexy." She was sweet, they were interesting. She was everything, they were... not.
Flashback-
"Ugh! Ron! Why do you always make things so complicated!" She laughed, as she threw a handful of flour at her annoying friend. She dabbed at her now white face with a towel, trying her hardest to remove the powder.
No one noticed when the two secret lovers caught each other's eye and held it, entranced by each other, with no idea what was in store for them.
The four friends laughed together, just like that, for quite a while. They were attempting to create a lunch using only their hands. No wands. That was their rule. They wanted to do it the muggle way.
Draco tossed another handful of flour at the love of his life just as she managed to remove the remnants of the most recent flour attack. Her mouth fell open in shock as she prepared for war.
And that was it. They had a nice little food fight. And, as for their attempt at breakfast, the only thing that came from it was a couple of pancakes and some eggs. Most of the eggs had fallen in battle and the pancake batter was used as the most deadly weapon.
They sat down to their small breakfast and discussed tactics for their next battle. In the end, they had come out in teams. Ron and Draco versus Harry and Hermione. It was a close match.
Ron and Harry left the breakfast a little earlier than the other two because of their dire need for bathing, leaving the lovers alone and free to talk as they wish.
"Hermione, I've been meaning to talk with you." He began his long prepared speech, only hoping for the best reaction. He had been thinking for quite some time about their relationship. He needed to get some things resolved before he could continue.
"Well, you can talk to me now, if you wish. But I'm always available when you need me. You should know that." She smiled at him and tenderly punched his arm.
"I know, I know. But I didn't want to... I guess, disturb you. But, anyways... you see, I have been thinking– er– about you and I. Well," He sighed hugely. He had no idea how difficult this would be. He had gone over exactly what he was going to say at least 50 times in front of his bedroom mirror, trying very hard to get it just right. "Ok, here goes. Hermione, I am falling in love with you. More and more each day. The more time I spend with you, the deeper it goes. And, given the circumstances, its actually kind of hard to stay away from you."
She stared, and slowly– ever so slowly– a small smile began to play on her lips.
"Really? You really mean it?" She was smiling hugely, now. With a clear expression of pure happiness about her.
"Well, of course I do! Hermione, it seems like ever since that night that we sat up late and ate that delicious cake, my life had been about you." They were both standing now. She jumped in his arms, embracing him like she was holding on to her lifeline. But he pulled away too soon.
"But, Hermione, I don't want to keep this a secret anymore. I can't. Those two have done so much for me, and I can't lie anymore." The smile was fading from her. She never thought telling her two best friends would turn out well and Draco knew that.
"It's not lying if you haven't said anything." He just stared at her. She knew how he felt about that particular subject and it was him not saying anything that was hurting the most. It was the principal of the thing. "Draco, we can't! They'd never accept it! They'd be furious with us both. Even if you are friends, Draco, me being with you would be like me sleeping with the enemy. The only thing that has changed is that we've all become the best of friends. And two friends out of a group of four aren't meant to be together. That's like two of those friends cheating on the other two."
He couldn't hide the anger. She didn't understand. And if she didn't think of this as deceit then what was?
He just turned around and marched up the stairs, just as the other two were coming down. Laughing, no less.
As he passed them, he mumbled something about a shower and disappeared in his bathroom.
"What's his deal?" Ron asked, his usual dumbfounded expression clearly visible.
End Flashback-
He woke from his daydream to the loud shuffling of the other passengers vacating the train. The last transition. The last train ride until he could fix things, or, in his terms, "get the rest of his things." Then, his life would be back to normal.
I don't know about yall, but I'm loving this. It makes me happy and sad at the same time. Its like the sad sob story of Draco and Hermione that I've been waiting for, only I wrote it... ha! Yeah, so I didn't get any reviews on the last chapter and I must say I'm depressed :(