It was just too much for him now.
He had watched her grow close to the weasel. He had watched her eyes light up every time she talked to him.
Hell, he could physically feel the pain as she threw his heart to the ground every time she kissed the ginger, but she had some kind of nerve asking him do this.
To passively give her away to another man.
The thought angered him. He pictured the woman he loved in the arms of another man. The sickening image of him touching her came next and that's when he lost all control. He took a long swig from the bottle of firewhiskey that she had momentarily confiscated from him hours ago.
The scent of cinnamon still lingered in the air. It still smelled of her.
"You're all that I have left now, he smirked staring at the liquid as it swished within the bottle. "But you'll probably leave me too."
A bubbling rage suddenly awakened inside of him. He felt the need to destroy everything around him so it mirrored his own soul. He started with the bottle, throwing it violently against the emerald green wall.
The contents splashed against the upholstery as it collided with the barrier. The table was soon to follow, along with the photos he once displayed proudly.
He released a guttural cry of pain and anguish. A weak attempt at releasing the inner demons that plagued him.
By the time he had completed the transformation, Draco had found himself another bottle of brandy, managing to drink himself into a stupor while pieces of glass and debris surrounded him.
A lone photo had remained unscathed.
The hauntingly beautiful brown eyes that seemed to melt like chocolate, the untamable hair that resembled their owner's heart, and that heartbreakingly warm and genuine smile. He couldn't bring himself to destroy all that was left of her.
His memory of her was slipping away no matter how hard he tried to hold on.
...
"We really should stop meeting like this," she said, chuckling softly.
The Gryffindor wrapped the black silk sheets around her body chastely.
"I agree what would Saint Potter say?"
He tugged playfully at the cloth that covered her bodice, receiving a glare in the process.
"I don't understand why women do that? I've already seen all that there is to see." He donned a naughty grin.
She flashed him one of her famous smiles in return, managing to send chills up his spine. The amusement had left his face as suddenly as it had come and in its place, a serious expression took over.
"You have no idea what you do to me Hermione. You're so damn beautiful."
He tangled a hand in her wild locks, pulling her forward into a deep, passionate kiss. She kissed him back just as passionately as he yanked his sheets from her grasp letting them fall to the floor in a heap.
"We won't be needing those any more," he chuckled.
His deep, dark masculine voice made her groan inwardly. Soon they were a mess of intertwined limbs covered with the musty odor of sex and expensive cologne. A lingering mask of lust and passion could be felt in the air.
"I should get going before they begin to miss me."
"They won't miss you Mione. Those bastards don't care about you; you and I both know that."
The bushy haired girl sighed.
"Draco…"
"Stay"
It was a command, but Griffindors were never ones to take orders from Slytherins.
"I cant"
With that she kissed him on the forehead and retreated to the dark corridors. He felt a slight pang of longing in his heart.
Shut up, he told his heart, holding a hand over his chest. You don't know what you want.
-So what did you guys think? I'm not gonna beg for reviews, but they would be appreciated. They encourage me to update more frequently, and write new stories. :) Hope ya'll enjoyed it so far. In the next chapter or two, Hermione and Draco's relationship will be explained. Or maybe a two shot would be more appropriate. It's good to leave some things to imagination.