Hermione stared at the ceiling of her bed in her hotel room, going through the events of the night running through her head. Seeing Draco again was like a bucket of water failing down on her, leaving her in the middle of the room, cold and shocked. When she felt his gaze upon her, the feelings of their love that was a thing of the past came down upon her like a wave. Her heart beating fast against her chest and feeling her face flush from the arousal that he brought out of her from her gaze.

"Why did he come back?" she thought, tears burning her eyes. "Was it enough that he left me?"

She swallowed her tears, taking deep breathes, trying to control herself. She wasn't one for tears, when she did her face and nose turned red and her eyes brightened in watery tears—to her, it wasn't attractive. She pulled herself out of her bed and took her night robe off the bedpost, slipping it on as she walk across the room. The room consists of her private, dressing room, and small sitting room with a small table behind the couch, which held a few bottle of wine from her shows. Popping a cork of a bottle of red wine she poured herself a brandy glass full. Making her way to the small window, she took a sip of her drink leaning against the wood and staring out into the dark city.

The sky was still black and the city still surrounded in fog, but hopefully that will change once the sun came up in the next three hours. Normally, Hermione would be asleep and not wake until eleven, but after a night of surprises, her body wouldn't allow her to rest. Harry asking for her help wasn't a surprise; she did multiple small jobs for him—flirting with a drunk at a bar as he searched his room, watching a man's 'business' meeting at a restaurant, befriending a wife or lover for a slip of the tongue. It gave her a little excitement to her life, stepping away from the scheduled nightlife and indulging in a day's worth of espionage and thrill. Harry never gave details to what he life involved, but she figured it was secret government business.

But why would Draco be working with Harry? Were they partners? Colleagues? Put together to work on the assignment? They hated each other in school, but eventually were on friendlier terms when Draco and her were…

She took a gulp of her wine, shaking the thought away. The thought kept returning though, how there were together. Almost two years, two wonderful years together. Filled with laughter, happiness, lust, love, passion, and so many memories that would have been memorable but now haunt her. She loved him. He loved her, but perhaps that wasn't enough for him.

He left her. No word, no letter, no words, he just left. Thinking of the night that she noticed he was coming was heart wrenching, and still brought tears to her eyes.

What's the difference if I say I'll go away

When I know I'll come back on my knees someday

For whatever my man is I'm his forevermore

The crowd applauded as she took her only bow of the evening. As she straighten, she scanned the crowds with a forced smile, looking for some sign of Draco. The booths were filled with couples and groups of men conversing with merriment and laughter, no sign of the man that would focus all his attention on her, sometimes so intently that she would blush and feel her body growing hot. But there was no man and no gaze.

She shook her head of her thoughts, and turned her attention back to the standing ovation she was receiving. Curtsying again with a wave and a smile, and made her way off stage. She moved quickly to the dressing room and silently closing the door behind her, leaning against it trying not to let the tears spill from her eyes. With a glance of her mirror she saw herself, her face red, her hair rustled from her quick dash to the room, and her entire body shaking to hold in her emotions.

In a fit of anger she bent down, took off her heeled shoes throwing them to the side, reach up and slipped her earrings up only to throw them at the rug. As she began to take her thick silver bracelet off her small wrist, she slowed her movements to see the dark green-laced ribbon tied to her wrist. She wore it as a sign to Draco to meet her after the show; she's been wearing it for the past four nights with no sign of him.

The tears came, pouring down her face as she sobbed aloud. She sank to the floor, letting her tears come down her cheeks and fall on to her dress. She untied the ribbon and let it fall on her lap, watching as her tears dropped onto it. Everything she thought she knew and believed was shattered like glass. The tears fell and she couldn't breathe, she didn't know what to do, so she sat on the floor and cried to her heart's tragic delight.

Finishing off her drink she set down the empty glass and went back into her bed, hiding herself beneath the covers. She stared up at the ceiling, feeling a sense of dread as she slowly went off to sleep, tomorrow hovering over her like a dreaded cloud following her.

Songs Used:

My Man-Billie Holiday