Scarlet ~hotsleekeyz~

STYLE : FIC-LETTE

Pairing : DracoXHermione

Setting : around eight years after Hogwarts' days; Muggle London

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Eight years went past so easily that they never saw it go away like it did.

Hermione had survived the challenges of all the conflicts that arose within the magical world. She was back to her normal muggle life. She had relationships aplenty, though not all went well. She was still occupied with her studies, that's why. She's gotten degrees on different courses, still not content in her search for something new.

Draco Malfoy was then firm to winning Hermione. He had grown out of his childish ways and he had found out that the reason why he hated Hermione so much was the reason that she was everything he hoped for from a woman he wants to marry some day. And at that time, he was more than sure to win her. There was no trouble anymore. His father was dead---killed himself when he found out that the famous Harry Potter was in front of him, about to take his life away. He would've never accepted death under Harry's hands.

It all happened in a restaurant, when Hermione was silently taking her breakfast with the sun shining beautifully in the morning sky. In came Draco, after following her a couple of weeks before to make sure where she went to during the whole day.

They sat together---Hermione not minding that Draco used to be her enemy and her lover, and Draco wishing well that he could continue on what he had started with when they were still studying at Hogwarts.

Draco had admitted to her way before what he really felt.

And Hermione never voiced-out what she did. Secretly, she felt the same way. . .

But there was something more. . .

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"It hurts that I had a love of a Slytherin Prince. . . a certain Draco Malfoy who captured every woman's heart. . . But my love, forgive me. We were born that our worlds are never meant to collide with each other. You're the epitome of perfection and I'm just a piece of scum you called a Mudblood. . . Though it has been years, the wounds in my heart you've caused, still sting. I can't live with something like that. You've grown to accept me as the lowest form of being, so how do you expect me to grow trust from something absurdly irrational?" defended Hermione as she gathered her things and exited the place without another word from Draco.

~Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns characters, setting, etc. Except: the plot is mine.~

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weeee! Another fic-lette! I'm getting the hang of this. It's easier to do but it's more challenging in a way since you've to congest the story in a line.

On to the next fic-lettes please!