A/N: Thanks you so much for all of your
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Anyway, here's the next chapter! Oh, and
BTW, I left some of the lyrics out because I
didn't think that they fit the story line thingy.
Miserable at Best – Mayday Parade
. . .
Katie, don't cry, I know
You're trying your hardest
And the hardest part is letting go
The nights we shared
Ocala is calling and you know it's haunting
But compared to your eyes, nothing shines quite as bright
And when we look to the sky, it's not mine, but I want it so
Hermione was sitting in the Gryffindor common room, staring at the fireplace. It looked as if she were thinking about something, even though she wasn't. To be honest, she was trying her hardest to not think about anything, because every time her thoughts would wander over to Draco and how much he had hurt her.
It had been exactly a week since they'd spoken to each other.
She tried her hardest to let him go, but her heart just wouldn't let her.
She kept thinking about the nights she shared with Dra- Malfoy.
About the nights when he loved her.
That is, if he ever did.
Ron walked out of the boys' dormitory with Harry and saw Hermione sitting there all alone and almost felt sorry for her.
Almost.
"Hermione?" Harry called. "Are you all right?"
Hermione didn't seem to acknowledge his presence.
"Hermione?" Harry asked, shaking Hermione slightly.
"Huh?" Hermione asked, looking over at Harry.
"Is something wrong?" Harry asked.
"What? No. Why would you think something like that?" Hermione asked, plastering a huge fake smile on her face.
"Well, you seemed to be…thinking about something." Harry said.
Well, duh Harry. Ron thought in his head.
"Oh, quite the opposite." Hermione smiled.
What's she smiling about? Ron asked himself. Did Malfoy finally shag her?
Ron immediately shook the thought from her mind.
It was just disgusting to think about.
"All right then." Harry said. "How about some breakfast?"
"Um, actually I think I'm just going to stay here for a bit. I'll catch up with you later." Hermione said.
Harry threw her a questioning look, but she just ignored it.
"Go on, Harry." Hermione said.
Harry seemed to forget about Ron for the time being and walked out the portrait hole to go get breakfast.
Ron was just about to follow when Hermione started to speak.
"Ron, I'm so sorry." Hermione said.
Ron looked at Hermione, but he didn't say anything.
"Malfoy is a stupid arse. I should have listened to you when you said that he was bad news." Hermione said. It hurt her so much to say his name out loud. "I…I'm so sorry."
Ron looked at her for the first time in a long while and saw the tears that spilled out of her eyes and onto her cheeks. He saw all the pain that was in her eyes.
"It's a little late for apologies, isn't it?" Ron asked.
Hermione started to sob uncontrollably.
Ron walked over to her and held her.
"It's okay, 'Mione. I shouldn't have done a lot of things in my life. Like being with Lavender was a huge mistake. But I'm almost glad I was with her, because I realized how much I was in love with you. It's true that you don't know what you've got until you've lost it, the way I lost you."
Hermione looked up to him and smiled.
"I've been a fool, Ron." Hermione said.
"It's okay." Ron said as he rubbed her back.
Hermione let out a small laugh.
"I'm the stupidest person in the world." Hermione said.
"I wouldn't go as far to say that. You're the brightest witch of our year. You just made some little mistakes is all." Ron said.
"Thanks." Hermione said.
"No problem." Ron said. "now how about some breakfast?"
. . .
these words were never easier for me to say
Or her to second guess
But I guess
That I can live without you but
Without you I'll be miserable at best
You're all that I hoped to find
In every single way
And everything I would give
Is everything you couldn't take
Cause nothing feels like home, you're a thousand miles away
And the hardest part of living
Is just taking breaths to stay
Draco Malfoy watched intently as Hermione walked into the Great Hall with Weaselbee.
Merlin's beard! What was she doing with that prick? Draco cursed. Stop staring at her, she's not yours anymore.
He was hurting on the inside.
He couldn't believe that she would go to Weasel of all people! Was she as hurt as he was about their breakup? Of course she was, that was why she had those puffy red eyes.
He felt so bad for hurting her.
His lungs started to hurt and he realized that he needed to exhale desperately.
Merlin, I can't even take a breath. Draco thought.
"Stop staring at her." Blaise demanded.
"Shut it." Draco said as he put his head down.
Everyone suddenly heard the flapping of owl wings and turned to look up.
An owl appeared in front of Draco and he knew that it was a letter from his father.
He opened it.
Draco-
We're coming to visit you tonight.
It's the only night we can manage.
See you in a few hours. Your mother
Sends her love.
-Your Father
Draco cursed.
Why did his father have to ruin everything that was good in his life?
He glanced at Hermione who was almost smiling.
Did she not see how much he was hurting?
Of course not, you idiot.
Draco cursed again.
Cause I know I'm good for something
I just haven't found it yet
And I need it
Because these words were never easier for me to say
Or her to second guess
But I guess
That I can live without you but
Without you I'll be miserable at best
Draco kept trying to tell himself that he was happy. He kept attempting to smile, only to fail.
"What's wrong with your face, Malfoy?" Blaise asked.
"Leave me alone." Malfoy answered.
He stopped attempting to smile.
Who was he kidding anymore? He was miserable. All he could think about was her. The was he had hurt her, the way she cried, the way he lied.
He hadn't slept in days because of her.
He missed kissing her, loving her, touching her.
He could barely stand to live without her.
But he couldn't put her in any danger.
He'd just have to learn to live without her.
Or maybe not live at all.
. . .
And this will be the first time in a week
That I'll talk to you
And I can't speak
It's been three whole days since I've had sleep
Cause I dream of his lips on your cheek
And I got the point that I should leave you alone
But we both know that I'm not that strong
And I miss the lips that made me fly
Hermione got up and exited the Great Hall, not being able to stand another second in the same room with him.
Unfortunately for her, he was thinking the same thing about her and they both exited the hall at the same exact time and bumped into each other.
They both shared a painful glance before Draco remembered what was going to happen today.
"Watch where you're going you filthy little mudblood." Draco said in a strained voice.
"Shut up you stupid ferret." Hermione said, her eyes going cold as she walked away, Ron running out of the hall after her, knowing that she was about to go off and cry again. Only, Ron didn't know where she was going, Draco did.
But he couldn't follow her this time.
Because he was the one to hurt her.
"I love you, Hermione." He whispered.
Because these words were never easier for me to say
Or her to second guess
But I guess
That I can live without you but
Without you I'll be miserable
And I can live without you but
Without you I'll be miserable
And I can live without you but
Oh, without you I'll be miserable at best...
. . .
Lucius will visit in the next chapter.
This was just one to show how Hermione
and Draco felt a week after the breakup.
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