Alright, so for all of you who didn't want to read the last chapter- there is no actual sex scene. I just needed it as a scene to allow for Hermione to leave. Some of it I find is quite important. For those of you who say there doesn't seem to be a plot, there is a reason why there is a back button. If you don't like this story, then you don't have to read it, with all due respect. I do have a plot, and I'm obviously not going to tell you what it is, or it'd ruin it. And lastly, to all of those who are staying strong throughout this I appreciate it. This is a Dramoine story, but they need to get there. Sorry for all of you who are impatient, and don't like it. If you have a suggestion, I'd love to hear it. Now, on with the story! XXX- Alannah.

Draco slowly dried off with a towel; the bathroom steamy from his scalding shower. With a grimace, he pulled on his boxers and a pair of trousers. Running a hand through his wet hair, he looked up at the small analog clock on the wall, noting the time: 10:04 a.m. Hermione should be awake. Draco felt a small jolt of guilt run through him as he thought of her; as well as a small amount of longing. Although they had only been together for the last few days, he missed her company. Tugging his shirt on quickly, he left the washroom, before returning a moment later to put on cologne. After a long look at himself, he smirked lightly, deciding he looked presentable. Smoothing out his clothes, he started to walk down the hallways; knowing his way easily as he neared her room. The closer he got, the more nervous he got. There was no mistaken his intense attraction to the bushy-haired girl, but this was his house. What if he forgot where he was for even a fraction of a moment, and a servant saw him snogging Hermione? With a quick shake of the head, he decided it would be worth the trouble- he missed her.

As he approached the door, he noted with slight hesitation that it was closed. Was Hermione still asleep? She usually never slept this late. Pausing for a fraction of a second, he lightly knocked on the door, before cracking it open to peek in. Confusion washed over him as he glanced around the empty room. Surely this was where she had been staying, he was positive. Unless, perhaps she had switched rooms? Though, there was no reason for her to... Where was she? Frowning, he sauntered into the room, opening a few drawers to make sure they really were empty. With a sigh of exasperation, he looked around one more time, before deciding to look for her elsewhere. As he strode towards the door, he noticed something peeking out from beneath the bed. Stooping down, he picked it up, realizing what it was: A letter. With a look of confusion, he opened it, and scanned the first few lines, before sitting down on the bed abruptly.

It is frightfully obvious that I should not have come to your house. What in the hell is she referring to? He re-read each line numerous times, before comprehending the letter. As understanding shot through him, he felt like he had been punched in the stomach. Doubling over, he felt an intense loss, and anger overwhelmed him. How could she possibly leave without telling him in person? What kind of terrible person did that? After thinking about it, guilt washed over him, as he realized he had done the exact same thing to her, without even a letter to explain himself. Lowering his eyes to the letter once more, he read on. It is evident that I am nothing but a nuisance to you and my presence is of no use to you. Nuisance? Why would she ever think that he didn't want her? That he didn't need her? Tears of remorse filled his eyes, as he scanned the letter, noting how formal she sounded. When he reached the end, his breath caught in his throat, and he read the last line over and over as regret poured over him. P.S- Perhaps next time when you and your fiancé are rendezvousing in bed together, close the door. Someone may inadvertently come across the sight and it would be exceptionally awkward for them. Just a suggestion.

He hadn't honestly thought that hard about how much Hermione must have felt during their time together, or what she had gone through. Imagine if you had found out that she was engaged, and imagine having to visit their house... Imagine walking in on them fucking. Draco hated himself more in that moment, than he had ever hated himself in his life. And there were times when he loathed himself: When he tried to kill Dumbledore, when he had tried to capture the Golden Trio during the war, and how he had backed his father at first after the war. This was worse than all those times, because he had hurt Hermione. The one person who had honestly trusted him after the war. She had out away all their differences, and gave him a second chance. And when he had left her, screwing it up, she had given him a third chance. She was the one person that he could trust with his life, and he had put her through hell, making her believe that he didn't care about her, when in reality he loved her.

Loved her? No- he... Cared deeply for her. Trusted her, and wanted her to be happy. He didn't love her per say, he just really appreciated her ingenuity, beauty and wit. He loved aspects about her personality and characterization... But he was absolutely, positively, not in love with her. As Draco held the mental war about his feelings for the young witch he came to a conclusion. He was going to find Weasley, therefore resulting in finding her, and he was going to show her how much he loved her. Cared for her. Not loved. Damn it. With a growl of frustration at his mangled thoughts, the deranged, guilt ridden emotional man stood up, and strode with purpose to his room, where he jam-packed a bag, gathering precious objects and garments.

With one last look around the room, he pulled off his engagement ring, leaving it on the bed-side table, before apparating to where he knew Ron Weasley- The worthless bugger- lived.