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Outside of Hogwarts

the rain seemed to pound like a drum. A dull steady rhythm. There sat Draco Malfoy, the pride and joy of the house of Slytherin.

He waited there, all night for her to come. She was late. Hermione Granger, the only great love of his life, the girl who was always punctual. A swarm of thoughts invaded his mind like poisoned darts, he stayed there.

"What has happened to me?" Draco whispered to the unforgiving wind.

As if waiting for the wind to answer back, he continued to look into the icy darkness that he had succumbed to. The inky depths of his soul were no longer what they used to be. He was no longer simply numb to the world, his heart no longer intertwined with darkness, no simply intertwined with love.

"Love, funny to think I would ever know it, Where are you Hermione? Come to me." he lamented as a single teardrop dared fall onto the wet earth mingling with the steady drum of the rain.

Draco pondered on this; he let that tear fall with no guilt, it left with no bitterness, only the meek sadness of his heart. That one single tear alone represented nearly two years of a pure love, a strange union of light and dark, love and hate, pureblood and muggle. So far the best two years of his life.

He had sent her a simple note, more of a heartfelt plea. She had refused to talk to him for the past week, it was an inescapable void. He suffered, sardonically he laughed," Ha, the only one who had saved me, and the only one to condemn me".

The wind seemed to mock him in its ferocity, the rain was now stinging his already numb body. Oh to feel her warmth, no sooner had he pondered it he saw her coming. Like a beam of hope and light she emanated warmth the cold lump of Draco's body.

She looked stern, determined, but her eyes betrayed her. Draco knew those mahogany eyes, the very eyes that saved him from his former self, the eyes that spoke to him with no words, her soul.

She looked sad, more than that, a multitude of things betrayal, anger, hurt, things that Draco was not used to seeing in her often kind eyes.

"What do you want?" Hermione stated very flatly and seemingly unconcerned.

"I want you Hermione, that's all just tell me and I will do it" Draco said looking down. In all his years he had never felt so desolate, he had nothing to lose but her, his very soul. He needed to change; he would do simply anything for her even die.

"Desperate for changing, Starving for truth."

"Draco, no you already had me. I gave you my heart and all my love and you will always have that but..." Hermione started. She avoided his stormy eyes; she knew that looking into them would be her demise.

"DON"T talk like that, there is no but, Hermione, you have my heart and more, and I do not yet truly have yours. But we love each other, that's what matters", Draco pleaded.

Hermione stiffened, he knew she wouldn't be won easily, damn that Gryffindor spirit, he quickly took that back, that's what he loved about her, her unrelenting moxie and spirit.

For the first time Hermione looked Draco straight in the eye, face to face with the only man she has and could love. He didn't know the power he wielded over her, he was her weakness, her only flaw and boy did she love that flaw.

Hermione Granger, top student, confused and torn over emotions. Her eyes teared up, for the first time she actually let the pain go, she let it out and with that she revealed herself. Brown to silver, earth to air stared at each other in an intense silence until it was interrupted.

"Draco, for the past week I have mentally tormented myself, with memories and such, yet you have no idea what damage you have done. It was deep and it hurt. You have such an effect over me; it is what makes me weak. I have tried to stand strong too long."

"I love you too much and it scares me, the other night I gave you something, something sacred, and you took it for granted..." Hermione staggered and nearly choked on her very words, "the minute I told you, you ABANDONED ME, and you said you would never desert me for anything not even for the world and you..."

At this she couldn't take it any longer and she simply ran. She ran away from Draco, away from her pain, away into the icy wet darkness.

Draco stood there dumbfounded, confused, he didn't know what to do. Then it hit him. Like it was the most natural thing He knew what to do, he knew exactly what to do. He ran after her, as fast as his legs would take him....

"I'm closer to where I started. Chasing after you."