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Chapter 10

Two hours later they were laughing as they sat on his bed, he wearing only a new pair of boxers and she her knickers and one of his oversized button up shirts, her hair falling down her back in a tangled mess.

She was eating a full English breakfast that Edward had ordered for her whilst she was in the bathroom. After a failed attempt to a shared shower (that ended up with them having sex against the tiled wall), they agreed to separate shower's. He went first and then she. She made sure she placed locking charms to keep him out. Good thing she did, because not even after a minute had passed, she heard Edward's loud swearing when her charm stung his hands.

On the bed, he was framing her small frame between his legs as he fed her, much to her chagrin.

"I'm not a child, Edward!" she huffed when he offered her a sausage, snickering contently.

"Your point?" he waved the fried sausage mockingly in front of her face as she sighed heavily before taking a bite. Hermione had been awake for a couple of hours now, it was almost ten O' clock in the morning and both of them had decided to enjoy their remaining time together.

Last night had been magical. She had no regrets and the same went for Edward. They only regretted not doing it sooner. After every single bite, he would turn her head softly and capture her lips into soft kisses. Sometimes, he would give her simple pecks and sometimes, he would softly bite her lower lip, suck it between his teeth and swirl his tongue, inviting her own to a maddening dance that caused her body to warm.

But they managed to avoid another roll on the sheets. His laugh cut short and she turned to look at him, confused.

His eyes were clouded, his brows furrowed and his lips pressed into a thin line.

"Edward?" she questioned him softly. He turned to stare at her, his eyes vacant of any emotion, his face expressionless.

"Your parents..." he said monotonously and she felt her heart squeezing. "They are thinking about coming waking you up to get ready... You'll be leaving in two hours..."

"Oh," she whispered and watched him as he pushed himself away from her and stood, his eyes staring around his room. He walked to his closet, pulled a clean, simple black t- shirt and pulled it on and a pair of designer's dark blue jeans. The simple outfit made him look like a super model, but she didn't admire his beauty. She was peeved by his attitude. His sudden cold shoulder was surprising, considering the fact he was kissing her like she was his life two minutes ago!

"Is everything okay?" she asked cautiously as she climbed to her feet, pushing a wild lock behind her ear and observing the tall vampire.

He turned to look at her and cursed internally.

He shouldn't have look at her. Not when she was only in her knickers and was covered only by his shirt. Her nipples were quite visible and the memories of last night flooded his brain.

He should have given her something else to wear! She looked too damn alluring and sexy right now, that he barely controlled himself.

For the first time that morning, he regretted what they've done last night. She was supposed to leave today. She was supposed to go across an entire ocean and in the arms of her fucking ex-boyfriend who, no doubt, expected her with open arms.

He knew she was leaving and that's why he acted like that last night. But the temptation was too much. He could fight no more. So he took what he wanted, what he dubbed as his from the moment he first laid eyes on her, and now she was leaving. Leaving him.

"Edward," her voice was hard and he turned to look at her, his carefully neutral mask was placed firmly upon his face. He was good at that: lying; playing the cool, uncaring bastard. Years upon years of practice had help him become an excellent liar.

"Yes?" he asked politely, regarding her with -what he hoped was- an indifferent and even maybe amused glance. He noticed her stiffening at his polite, almost cold type of mannerism.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" she spat, bracing herself for the worst. He became an ice king in a matter of seconds and that didn't sit well with her.

Oh no, sir. Hermione Granger was no Bella Swan! She took crap from nobody.

"Wrong?" he repeated, tilting his head to show her his bemusement. "Nothing's wrong with me!" he chuckled as he smiled at her. Her eyes turned hard and a look of hurt flashed through her face. His heart leapt but he held his composure. She was the one leaving...

"Do you have a multiple personality disorder then?" she bit out and he was suddenly startled. Those were Bella's words, but more vicious. Unlike Bella, Hermione's eyes held no vulnerability. He laughed out loud, knowing that would enrage the fiery girl. He needed her to dump him soon, or else he wouldn't be able to let her go. Not now, not when he finally found her, after all those months of pain.

"Nope!" he winked and expected her to scream, hit, or hex him. Nothing came. He looked at her and was shocked to see her smiling sadly.

"I see." she nodded and she must have noticed his confusion. "I'm not an idiot Edward. I know that you are angry at me for leaving…"

Angry? Oh, hell no! He was fucking furious! She had let him make love to her last night! She had willingly given her virginity to him! And now, she was leaving him!

"…you knew I would have to eventually go-"

"Don't be ridiculous." he scoffed and mentally cringed at what he was about to do. He knew there was no way the two of them could be together. It was far more dangerous than his relationship with Bella. It was forbidden by the magical law, even if they kept it a secret, Hermione was a public, famous persona. Everyone knew her and paparazzi would shadow her every step when she returned home. It would be a matter of days before they were exposed. And then, he and his family would be executed and she would be sentenced to a life in prison.

Not acceptable.

"Why would I be upset? We both knew what we were doing last night. It's not like any of us expected it to last. It was a one-time thing; a one night stand. I just wanted to forget Bella for a night, and you were willing-"

He hit the wall with a crash.

He looked up, startled and noticed Hermione standing there, her wand pointing at him, angry red sparks flying from the tip. Tears were running down her cold, emotionless eyes as she regarded him coolly.

He tried to look into her mind for up until now, she had her walls down.

Now the wall was impenetrate-able.

He locked eyes with the witch. He was scared to notice that her expression didn't change. It was still the cold, furious mask.

"Hermione," he started, but she cut him off before he could apologise; before he could admit that he didn't mean anything, and that he only tried to estrange her for her own sake.

"You know what?" she whispered, her eyes looking at the wall next to his head. "I have gone through many things in my life: death, war, torture. But even after everything that happened to me, I always was proud of myself in knowing that every decision I made, every action I took, I would never regret them. I'm not into self pitying, you know what I mean?"

"Hermione," he repeated, more loudly this time, and attempted to walk to her. She flicked her wrist and he found himself unable to move. She walked to him and knelt before him, her knees right beside his head as she looked down at him.

"No. I've never regretted anything I've done… until now." she lightly traced his cheek as soundless tears fell on his cold-as-stone face. "I regret ever meeting you." she murmured. "I regret all my time I've spent with you. I regret giving myself to you when I've always held back with the boy who loves me. I did it just because I thought you cared for me too. But most of all," she paused. "I regret falling in love with you."

His eyes widened, his breaths came out in angry pants from his nose as he begged her with his eyes to release him, to let him explain, to tell her he had fallen in love with her as well, that everything he said to her was a lie!

"Do not worry though," she smiled at him, her eyes deep burning pits of rage. "I'll never repeat that mistake again."

She rose to her feet and started searching the room for her clothes, hastily putting them on as she wiped her tears with her hands, all the whilst aware of the gold eyes following her every movement. But she didn't care.

When she was dressed, she walked to the fallen vampire and smiled benignly.

"Do not worry. The spell will wear off within three hours. That's enough time of me to have boarded my plane, leaving you to your own life once and for all. You won't have to see me ever again."

No!

"I apologize for any inconvenience I might have been to you. I didn't mean to, honestly. I will try to forget every silly emotion I might have for you, so don't worry. I won't come searching for you." she chuckled morosely as she twirled her wand in her hand. "I wish you a happy life and I hope you'll manage to forget Bella eventually, she obviously is a remarkable young girl since you love her so much."

No, god, please don't go! I love you! Please, god, don't let her go!

She looked around. No, she hadn't missed anything.

"Well... goodbye." she popped out, not noticing the glinting eyes that screamed at her to stay. She didn't see them filling with unimaginable pain.