We rushed to pack for the Quidditch cup tournament. I couldn't believe how excited I was. As I tapped my foot waiting for the boys to come outside so we could leave with Arthur I reminisced about everything that had happened last year.

When summer of our fourth year hit I kissed Draco goodbye for the last time. When I got home Mum and Dad were devastated about the loss and insisted I go talk to someone. The therapist was nice and while I had to make up a lot of things to cover up the magical aspect of my life, having someone to talk over the loss was helpful. I was able to feel like a person again and not just a walking shell of grief.

Harry and Ron wrote me over the summer, asking if I was okay and telling me that there was plenty of room in the burrow for me if I need it. I tried to write to Draco but all the letters didn't seem to harbor a reply. I would've been worried about it, maybe even scared that something had happened if not for the one time his family owl came knocking at my window. He had a tiny piece of paper folded around his leg and cooed at me when I gave him a treat I reserved for Hedwig and the Weasley family owl. There was no note, just a toy from Bailey to Olive.

When our fifth year started I waited by the huge entranceway for him, watched as he took one look at me and averted his gaze. After a week of avoiding me, I'd gotten paired up with him in one of Snape's potion assignments and demanded he tell me why he was shutting me out. I got silence for a long time before he slid a small square of paper towards me and continued working wordlessly.

Not only was his demeanor downcast but the silence was unnerving, the only time I'd ever heard his voice since we'd come back was when I overheard his speaking with Crabbe and Goyle. He even talked to Crabbe like last year hadn't happened. I took my free period to read the note he left me in my dorm. I was sharing one with Ginny and a mousy girl named Eloise Midgen this year. No secret room to share with my, if he evens till was, boyfriend.

Hermione,

I think the constant letters are annoying, I don't need a bloody letter for every day, you know? You're like my mum with the talk of love and the nagging. Yes, I'm fine, never better. No, don't come here it's unnecessary and a waste of time for you. It's great that you are getting some help.

I am very sorry but there are things that I must do, important wouldn't even begin to understand if I told you about it. You might miss me but it's over between us. No lying to ourselves into believing it would work. It was a foolish idea to think that someone like you and I could be together.

I'm sure you'll do that infuriating Gryffindor thing and not believe any part of this. That always was a bad habit. Trust me, I'm not sorry. I don't want to talk to you and from this day onward forget about us.

Draco

He was right, I didn't believe it. It seemed like he'd had this written during summer but never sent it. Why would he do that? If he truly felt that way why wouldn't he send it immediately to keep us both from all the hassle? Why was his writing so stiff and formal like I was nothing but a stranger?

After everything we'd been through, everything he'd put me through. He thought he could just leave? That stupid stubborn git!

I'd cried as hard as I ever had after that. I tried to talk through it and only managed to change my heartbreak into anger. Draco and I were back to insults and snide remarks, his weren't playfully flirty in a disgusting way like they used to be. His were meant to hurt and hurt they did.

This trip to the Quidditch game, even if it was work for Ron's father, was supposed to be a nice change of pace over break. Harry and Ron watched my relationship with Draco turn sour and supported me through it. Now as we made our way to the portkey that would take us there I was all smiles, thankful for the distance away from that Slytherin and the excitement at spending a little more time with my loved ones.

I'm sure today was going to be magical.