Disclaimer: Again, I do not own Harry Potter.
As if for some sentimental reason, the pair returned to the same place where they first pronounced their love for each other.
Knowing that it couldn't last forever, Draco lay with his head in Trista's lap, trying to remember the world this way.
"Are you asleep?" Trista asked softly.
"No. I'm just dreaming about us the past couple of days." Draco replied sitting up.
Not knowing a good response for what she just heard, Trista got up.
"It's getting late...I should go pack."
"Want me to walk you to your room?" Draco asked.
"No, I think it'd be best if we say our good-byes right here."
"What are you talking about? We can't sat good-bye...these past few days, I've been the happiest man in the world. We were meant to be together, I know it. Trista, will you marry me?"
Trista just stared at him expressionless for a second before answering.
"Draco, you're a great guy...but it'd never work out between us. Like I said, I hate seeing good guys getting taken advantage of."
"Why wouldn't it work out?"
"It just wouldn't, okay? Take my word on this." she replied icily.
"Of course it would work out, Trista. If we try, if we really try--"
"I HAVE TRIED DRACO," Trista boomed out cutting him off. "I'm married."
Draco stared at her before he could force the words out of his mouth.
"To who?"
"Ron...I haven't seen him in about a year. We spent the two and a half years of our marriage trying to arrange a weekend together...the last time that I left he said 'if you walk out of that door, I won't be here when you get back.' And you know what? I never got back. After that, I forgot all about Hermione Granger. It was too painful...she was just some goody-two shoes headed towards a life living is some small town raising five kids while her husband worked for minimum wage at the ministry. It was her that Ron loved, not me. But I refuse to go back to being her, I hate her! I will never make a great wife, but Imight make a great entertainer."
Draco shot her a look of utter heartbreak and disgust before he grabbed his cloak and stormed off.
"Can you look at it this way?"
At the sound of her voice he turned around.
"Three days ago, you didn't even know a Trista Arden. Then we met, and took a trip to the moon, and now we're coming back to Earth. Does that put you ahead or behind?"
When she finished speaking, Draco just turned and left. At the sight of his back getting smaller, all she could do was cry.
"Always leave them laughing." she sobbed to herself before running off to her room.