Hogwarts Romance Chapter 7
What Hermione was about to do was out of the question one of the hardest things she had the misfortune to do.
She was going to break Draco's hart and hers too in the process. She had realised that they possibly could not have a relationship, how lucky they even where now they'd found their love. It was because of who the were, of course. Not only were they a Slytherin and a Gryffindor, they were also a muggleborn, "mudblood" and a "pureblood". They would have the whole school against them and last but not least Draco's parents. It simply wouldn't work. Hermione thought she wouldn't be able to bare all that hatred either.
She, Ron and Harry sat down in the Gryffindor tower. It was eight o'clock and they were in the middle of an endless pile of homework. Ron complained about something, but Hermione didn't care to listen.
The clock was moving abnormally slow. She was dreading the fact that she was going to walk down to the lake, but at the same time, she longed to see Draco's pointy face. But she wasn't looking forward to his reaction. He'd probably try to talk her out of it. He who probably was the happiest bloke in the area at this moment.
Hermione was right. Draco was really friendly with everybody right now. He could honestly say that he liked everybody in the room, for a change, and laughed and joked with Crabbe and Goyle. He couldn't wait for the clock to strike 9 p.m. so he could meet up with his beautiful, charming love.
But there was something that were troubling his mind. What would his father think. What everybody else thought he couldn't care about less according to this matter. But would he tell his father at all? Could he keep it a secret? His father had tried to fuss him up with some ugly, but pureblood girls from Romania. What will Lucius think when he keep rejecting them?
Finally the clock was ten to nine and he started to move towards the door. To anyone who asked he said that he was going to talk to Snape about something.
When Hermione reached the lakeside Draco was already there. A smile spread across his face and he reached out for her hands.
"You can't believe how much I have longed for you this past hours!"
"Hi there…" Hermione said and looked down her feet.
"What's the matter?" Draco asked.
"Nothing, nothing at all…" Hermione answered avoiding his eyes.
"Stop that! I can see that something is wrong."
" Oh, all right, but you wont like it." She began. "I've come here to tell you that we can't be together."
" What?!" Draco looked upset and pulled away.
"I don't understand. Don't you like me? What have I done wrong?" He cried.
" You haven't done anything wrong Draco and I like you too. I do more than like you. You can be sure of that."
"Then, what's wrong? Why can't we be together?"
" Don't you see? It's because of everyone else..."
"I don't care about everyone else."
"It's because of your father, don't tell me that the thought haven't crossed your mind too."
She was right, as always. He had thought about it. But he wouldn't admit it now, it all seemed so stupid.
"Why would I care what he thinks?"
"We're too different, Draco. Different houses, different kinds of wizards, different everything…"
"Hermione don't say that…"
"I don't think we were ever meant to be." She started to cry and ran of towards the castle.
"Hermione…" he cried after her but she had already disappeared into the massive house.
It was with heavy steps Draco dragged himself towards the dungeons.
He really felt unlucky now. He'd always felt unlucky but it was even worse this time. He had found and lost love on the same day, this was by far the shortest "relationship" ever!, he thought and fell asleep on a wet pillow.