6:44pm
Thump. Thump. Thumpthump.
His fingers played the beat on the steering wheel, and he dared another glance at her. The sun was beginning to set, and gave her a golden aura. She looked like an angel. His angel.
Draco sighed. "'Mione, Honey," he started.
"Don't call me that," she said savagely.
He chose to ignore her comment. "Let's just go home alright?"
She snorted at his request and refused to answer, or even look at him.
"The wedding is in a week," he tried. "Think of everyone's disappointment. How am I supposed to tell them; how am I suppose to deal with it?"
"That's your problem, Draco," Hermione stated coldly. "It's no concern of mine. Maybe you should try telling them the truth."
"And what would that be?" he asked, "that my fiancé decided suddenly to start a new life, in a new country, without anybody?"
She finally turned towards him, and glared at him in anger. "You pompous jerk! It's never your fault is it? Draco is always right, everyone else wrong."
"A perfect wedding gone is going to waste," he tutted sadly.
"Why don't you use it to marry that slut you were with this morning then?" she sneered at him.
"Hermione," he groaned in exasperation.
"Shut it, Malfoy. I don't want to hear it."