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Ron and Hermione had been dating for about week, and while one of them was
elated, the other was miserable. Draco had refused to talk to her, to meet her eyes, to
acknowledge that she existed. This was what she wanted, she had to do this. So why did
it all feel so wrong? She couldn't even explain it to him; explain that she didn't want to
hurt him, that she loved him and not Ron, that she was just trying to do the right thing.
He would never understand. So she was caught in her own little world, unhappy but
unable to show it. She had to pretend to be happy; otherwise no one would believe that
she really wanted to be going out with Ron. This had to be convincing, otherwise it was
all a waste.
So she went through her days holding back her tears, putting on fake smiles, and
trying to convince herself that she was a good person-because every time she saw Draco
in their common room or in class she had a horrible sinking feeling in her stomach that
she was disgusting. And she went through her night letting her tears fall, sending away
that plastic smile, and wishing that she had never fallen in love with Draco.
He had almost persuaded himself into thinking that he didn't love her, that he
never did. Almost. But he could never actually get there because how could you not love
someone when their eyes haunted you in your dreams? So he accepted the fact that he
loved her, but that didn't mean he had to pay attention to her. He would ignore her,
forget her, and eventually move on. It would be easier if she and the Weasley weren't
constantly in his line of vision. Draco had considered dating other girls to get his mind
off of her, and to make her a jealous. But every time the idea popped into his head he
shot it down immediately. It just didn't sit well with him that they had "ended"
everything so suddenly; everything was so up in the air. When he had seen them kissing
it had hit him like a ton of bricks. She was his, or at least he had thought. So why was
she kissing another boy about two hours after they had gotten together. Or back together.
He just didn't know anymore, the whole matter was just too complicated. And he had
never wanted complications in his life.
They had managed to avoid each other for days, but it wouldn't last forever. And
they both knew this. So they were both preparing themselves for the time when they
wouldn't be able to hide anymore from the situation. No amount of preparation could get
them ready for what was to come.
"Herm, something wrong?"
"No, no I'm fine." She had been staring despondently in the direction of the
Slytherin table, although she was careful not to look directly at him. That was too risky.
She was too busy looking across the room to see what was right in front of her face. Ron
watched the girl he loved stare at his enemy once again, and he knew that there was
nothing he could do to stop it. He'd been trying to get her attention away from Draco
Malfoy ever since she became his girlfriend, and he was starting to wonder why they
were going out at all. She was obviously not into him like she pretended to be for some
reason, and he was starting to think that maybe he was in love with the idea of her, but no
the actually Hermione. He was sick of this; it was time to talk to her. This was the
shortest relationship in history.except maybe for Hermione and Draco's.
"Herm, can we talk for a few minutes?" He apparently startled her because she
jerked her head back from looking away again.
"Yea, sure Ron."
They were just getting up to leave the Great Hall when Draco appeared by their
side. "Granger we need to talk."
"Well too bad Malfoy, we we're just getting out of here to talk. Right
Hermione?"
"You can talk to her later scum, this is Head Boy and Head Girl business." Ron
sighed and gave Hermione a flick of the wrist. "Just go I'll talk to you later."
"Ok, bye Ron." She reluctantly followed Draco out of the Hall, and into the
corridor. "What is this about Draco? I don't have a lot of time."
"Don't you dare call me Draco you slut. You don't deserve to speak my name.
There's no business to take care of, I just thought that I'd finally take the opportunity to
tell you how disgusting you are. Not just because you're a mudblood, but because you're
a two-timing whore. But you already know that don't you?"
"I'm sorry Dra-Malfoy. I."
"No don't even say you're sorry because we both know that's not true. I just have
one question-what was the point Granger? Why would you even bother with me if you
we just going to backstab me from the start? If it was all just to hurt me well then
congratulations because it worked. You managed to hurt the callous Draco Malfoy. That
just proves you're more cold-blooded than even I am." He had taken her by the arms and
was shaking her as he was saying this, desperate for an answer.
"I didn't mean to hurt you, I just, we just, we couldn't be together. We can't be
together. They wouldn't let us, it wouldn't work out."
"Will you stop saying that? It doesn't matter what anyone else thinks. If you
would just realize that you're not the center of the universe, you would know that the
world won't crumble if you date someone unexpected. The world doesn't revolve around
you Hermione, and it doesn't around me either. Whatever it doesn't matter anyway, it
wouldn't work out with us. Not because we're too different or because we're in different
houses-but because I don't associate with lying tramps." He walked away and left
Hermione speechless.
She stood there a few minutes trying to get a grip on at least one of the thoughts
flying around her head. Was she wrong by doing what she did? Did she make a bigger
deal than was necessary about that dream or prophesy or whatever it was? Was she just
upset because Draco said he didn't want to be with her, so that it wasn't really her
breaking it off anymore? She walked to her room thinking about this, but then she was
stopped by Ron.
"Listen Hermione, I don't know if we should be going anymore."
"What?" This had hit her completely out of nowhere. "Ron.but, why?"
"I know that you don't want to be with me, so I'm not going to force you to. I
mean you were the one that started this so I can't really figure it out, but I just don't think
this is working out. I'll see you around." He was gone before she even knew what
happened.
That night Hermione lay in her bed crying over the love she had lost. He meant
more to her than anything else had in a long time, if not ever. Why did she always have
to mess everything up? The price of heartbreak was too much for her, and she couldn't
take it anymore. She got up and grabbed a suitcase, quickly tossing her belongings in it
before beginning to head down to the Headmaster's office. And as she passed by her
love's room, she said only two words.
"Goodbye Draco."
Author's Note-I'll be updating much more often now because I have MUCH more time. Thanks to all those that read this story, even though I update like once a year hahaha.I promise chapters will be coming much faster soon. Thanks to all see you later!!
Ron and Hermione had been dating for about week, and while one of them was
elated, the other was miserable. Draco had refused to talk to her, to meet her eyes, to
acknowledge that she existed. This was what she wanted, she had to do this. So why did
it all feel so wrong? She couldn't even explain it to him; explain that she didn't want to
hurt him, that she loved him and not Ron, that she was just trying to do the right thing.
He would never understand. So she was caught in her own little world, unhappy but
unable to show it. She had to pretend to be happy; otherwise no one would believe that
she really wanted to be going out with Ron. This had to be convincing, otherwise it was
all a waste.
So she went through her days holding back her tears, putting on fake smiles, and
trying to convince herself that she was a good person-because every time she saw Draco
in their common room or in class she had a horrible sinking feeling in her stomach that
she was disgusting. And she went through her night letting her tears fall, sending away
that plastic smile, and wishing that she had never fallen in love with Draco.
He had almost persuaded himself into thinking that he didn't love her, that he
never did. Almost. But he could never actually get there because how could you not love
someone when their eyes haunted you in your dreams? So he accepted the fact that he
loved her, but that didn't mean he had to pay attention to her. He would ignore her,
forget her, and eventually move on. It would be easier if she and the Weasley weren't
constantly in his line of vision. Draco had considered dating other girls to get his mind
off of her, and to make her a jealous. But every time the idea popped into his head he
shot it down immediately. It just didn't sit well with him that they had "ended"
everything so suddenly; everything was so up in the air. When he had seen them kissing
it had hit him like a ton of bricks. She was his, or at least he had thought. So why was
she kissing another boy about two hours after they had gotten together. Or back together.
He just didn't know anymore, the whole matter was just too complicated. And he had
never wanted complications in his life.
They had managed to avoid each other for days, but it wouldn't last forever. And
they both knew this. So they were both preparing themselves for the time when they
wouldn't be able to hide anymore from the situation. No amount of preparation could get
them ready for what was to come.
"Herm, something wrong?"
"No, no I'm fine." She had been staring despondently in the direction of the
Slytherin table, although she was careful not to look directly at him. That was too risky.
She was too busy looking across the room to see what was right in front of her face. Ron
watched the girl he loved stare at his enemy once again, and he knew that there was
nothing he could do to stop it. He'd been trying to get her attention away from Draco
Malfoy ever since she became his girlfriend, and he was starting to wonder why they
were going out at all. She was obviously not into him like she pretended to be for some
reason, and he was starting to think that maybe he was in love with the idea of her, but no
the actually Hermione. He was sick of this; it was time to talk to her. This was the
shortest relationship in history.except maybe for Hermione and Draco's.
"Herm, can we talk for a few minutes?" He apparently startled her because she
jerked her head back from looking away again.
"Yea, sure Ron."
They were just getting up to leave the Great Hall when Draco appeared by their
side. "Granger we need to talk."
"Well too bad Malfoy, we we're just getting out of here to talk. Right
Hermione?"
"You can talk to her later scum, this is Head Boy and Head Girl business." Ron
sighed and gave Hermione a flick of the wrist. "Just go I'll talk to you later."
"Ok, bye Ron." She reluctantly followed Draco out of the Hall, and into the
corridor. "What is this about Draco? I don't have a lot of time."
"Don't you dare call me Draco you slut. You don't deserve to speak my name.
There's no business to take care of, I just thought that I'd finally take the opportunity to
tell you how disgusting you are. Not just because you're a mudblood, but because you're
a two-timing whore. But you already know that don't you?"
"I'm sorry Dra-Malfoy. I."
"No don't even say you're sorry because we both know that's not true. I just have
one question-what was the point Granger? Why would you even bother with me if you
we just going to backstab me from the start? If it was all just to hurt me well then
congratulations because it worked. You managed to hurt the callous Draco Malfoy. That
just proves you're more cold-blooded than even I am." He had taken her by the arms and
was shaking her as he was saying this, desperate for an answer.
"I didn't mean to hurt you, I just, we just, we couldn't be together. We can't be
together. They wouldn't let us, it wouldn't work out."
"Will you stop saying that? It doesn't matter what anyone else thinks. If you
would just realize that you're not the center of the universe, you would know that the
world won't crumble if you date someone unexpected. The world doesn't revolve around
you Hermione, and it doesn't around me either. Whatever it doesn't matter anyway, it
wouldn't work out with us. Not because we're too different or because we're in different
houses-but because I don't associate with lying tramps." He walked away and left
Hermione speechless.
She stood there a few minutes trying to get a grip on at least one of the thoughts
flying around her head. Was she wrong by doing what she did? Did she make a bigger
deal than was necessary about that dream or prophesy or whatever it was? Was she just
upset because Draco said he didn't want to be with her, so that it wasn't really her
breaking it off anymore? She walked to her room thinking about this, but then she was
stopped by Ron.
"Listen Hermione, I don't know if we should be going anymore."
"What?" This had hit her completely out of nowhere. "Ron.but, why?"
"I know that you don't want to be with me, so I'm not going to force you to. I
mean you were the one that started this so I can't really figure it out, but I just don't think
this is working out. I'll see you around." He was gone before she even knew what
happened.
That night Hermione lay in her bed crying over the love she had lost. He meant
more to her than anything else had in a long time, if not ever. Why did she always have
to mess everything up? The price of heartbreak was too much for her, and she couldn't
take it anymore. She got up and grabbed a suitcase, quickly tossing her belongings in it
before beginning to head down to the Headmaster's office. And as she passed by her
love's room, she said only two words.
"Goodbye Draco."
Author's Note-I'll be updating much more often now because I have MUCH more time. Thanks to all those that read this story, even though I update like once a year hahaha.I promise chapters will be coming much faster soon. Thanks to all see you later!!
