'Damn right. So when are you going to get to it?' A voice said in his head.
"I-" Draco stared into the eyes of the woman he loved, to see them filled to the brim with tears of frustration. How much he wanted to kiss it away for her... "I don't know."
"What do you mean by that, Draco Malfoy?" Hermione annunciated clearly through the tears that were falling full force down her face, emphasizing his full name and gripping tighter onto his wrist.
"I don't know." Draco mumbled again, wrenching his wrist from Hermione's grasp and barged out of her room to his own room.
'You..wimp.' The voice sounded again.
"I KNOW! I KNOW!" Draco screamed out loud, tears streaming endlessly down his usually emotionless face. "I can't stand it. I can't bare hurting her like that. Maybe it's best if she didn't know the truth.."
'What? So you are going to give up your girl to that Mr. Pottypants?' The voice said sarcastically.
"If it makes her happy, I'd do anything." Draco mumbled into his hands.
'What makes you think she's happy?'
"Potter can give her all she needs..something I could never do."
'Can he give her all she wants?'
Draco shook his head. "What the fuck did I do?"
'So tell her.' The voice hesitated as Draco did. 'What? Can't take a little rejection?'
"A little rejection? Correction. She is going to tell me that we would never work, but we did!" Draco took the glass beside his bed and chucked it full force at the wall, shattering it to pieces.
'Maybe you aren't man enough for her then.'
"Shut the fuck up and get out of my brain. I'll ask you if I need help! And frankly, I don't need any, so budger off!"
'Well alright then, don't say that I didn't try to help you.'
Hermione made her way slowly to the Gryffindor table, her eyes puffy and her hair more frazzled than ever. As she took her seat next to her friends, she attracted a concerned glance from Ron.
"Hey Mione." Ron said cheerfully. "Have a bad night?"
"No..more like a bad morning," Hermione said, trying to smile through the tears that were now falling down her face. She tried to push Malfoy's comment out of her mind, but something told her that he wasn't lying..
Ron glared at Harry. "You've really done it this time. Harry James Potter." He whispered fiercely. "You better tell her, or I promise I will never speak to you again!" Ron ground the heel of his foot into Harry's toe.
"SHIT! Alright Ron! Keep your bloody pants on." Harry gingerly rubbed his throbbing toe. "Er. Hermione, I need to talk to you."
Hermione looked up, more collected than she was a moment before. "Okay, Harry." She pushed away her plate and stood up, taking Harry's hand. "Let's go."
Ron watched as his two best friends left the Great Hall, hoping that the guy he called his best friend would do the right thing and finally come out and tell Hermione.
Harry led Hermione through the Gryffindor common room and up to his dorm, locking the door behind them with a sealing charm.
"Hermione..you know I would never hurt you right?" Harry placed a firm hand on Hermione's thigh.
She nodded.
"I know we've touched on this subject before, but this time you have to listen, alright? And listen good."
Hermione nodded again, her robe clutched in her hands.
"Heidi isn't mine. No matter how much I wish she was mine, she isn't. I love her with all my heart. I love you with all my heart, and I wish I never had to tell you this. You've got to get it through your damn stubborn head." Harry bowed his head down, unsure of Hermione's reaction to the news.
"I can't get it through my head..if, Harry, if she's not your's, then who does she belong to." She turned to look at Harry, but found him unmoving. "Harry, Harry, tell me please." Tears found their way down her face.
"You've got to believe me, Hermione." Harry said quietly, his gaze still fixed on the floor.
"HARRY! HOW CAN I BELIEVE YOU? HOW?" Hermione screamed, slumping into a shaking pile at the foot of his bed.
Harry slid down onto his knees, holding Hermione tightly to him. "It's alright, it will be okay, Hemrione."
"No, no Harry, it's not alright.." Hermione mumbled into his chest, her voice muffled by her tears.
"Just forget it, alright?" Harry lifted her chin in his huge hands and placed a soft kiss on her lips. Hermione did forget, pressing hard into the kiss, drowning out her sorrows in Harry's mouth. She slid her tongue into his open mouth, shivering as she heard his moan. How different their kisses were..Draco's and Harry's..one was soft yet demanding, the other urgent and fierce. Hermione ran her hands down Harry's broad back and up again, plunging her fingers into his tangled mass of black hair.
"Harry, you know how much I appreciate you?" Hermione broke off the kiss, now smiling, and asked Harry, looking deep into his eyes.
Harry looked away.
"You don't mean it, Hermione." Harry chuckled sadly.
"No, I do, Harry, I do." Hermione clasped Harry's hand between her own.
"You were never my girlfriend, Hermione..and you would have never been, if it wasnt for that accident...After all that shit I put you through when I found out you were dating Malfoy, it's a miracle you don't hate me.
"Hermione smiled at Harry as if he was a 5 year old. "Harry..I think you are tired. I would never date Malfoy, Harry." Date Malfoy? In my dreams..
"OH YEAH? Is that what you think, Hermione?" Harry leapt off the bed, his eyes a furious shade of green, suddenly angry."You would still be fucking Malfoy senseless if you didn't have that bloody accident!" Harry hurled a pillow at the cowering Hermione and stormed out of the room.
Once again, i am going to ask for suggestions and an answer to this question:
Should the next chapter be the last chapter? yes/no
if no, suggestions please for next chapters