Thanks to everyone who reviewed this story! (Marmalade Fever and Rikku Wallace especially) I really appreciate it… Ya I thought she got over her shock a little to fast… but I'm going to try to rectify that little problem... This chapter is a very important chapter in the story… its also kind of sad… I just thought I should warn you that I have no idea what I'm doing! I'm not really sure I should continue the story because I don't really know what I'm going to do… like maybe some plans I have people wont like and I hate to disappoint people! So if you have any ideas let me know! Even thought I would rather find them on my own…
Anyways... Enjoy!
Then and Forever
Chapter 4
The Wrong Decision
Hermione woke up early the next morning to find her daughter missing from her crib. In a panic, she tore through the house like a madman, checking every nook and cranny in every room, but to no avail. That's when she noticed the front door wide open. Hermione crept onto the front porch silently. The scene she saw nearly gave her a heart attack. Draco Malfoy was sitting on her porch swing, Angelique wrapped up in his arms sleeping like the babe she was. Draco was staring intently into her face with a look of wonder decorating his strong features. Her tensed body relaxed. Her baby was safe.
Bur what's Draco doing here?
Then she remembered. He had come here yesterday to try and make things right again. And she remembered she was going to send him packing today, so that she could guard her heart. So that she wouldn't get hurt again. She gathered up her courage to do the only thing that would prevent her heart from getting broken again.
But what she going to do would break much more than that.
"You have to leave!" Draco jumped in surprise. He looked into Hermione's steely gaze. Her fierce expression scared him.
"What do you mean I have to leave!" Outrage hardened his boyish face.
"You have to go! You can't stay here! I don't want you here. You're going to ruin everything again." Her emotions ran rampant with fury, passion, and distress.
"Come on, we'll go inside and talk about this." Draco amended as he tried to lead Hermione into the house. But she would have none of it; she jerked free of his grasp and whirled on him.
"I said you have to go Draco, and I mean it. It's better for everyone if you just go. Leave me and Angelique alone." Her words were vigorously pronounced. She ripped Angelique out of Draco's arms, with a gentle force, and walked backward a few steps. The look on her face was one of pain and determination, as though what she was about to do would break her heart. Her stance screamed "back off", yet her eyes held heartbreak.
"I hate you Draco Malfoy, with all of my being. You ruined my life. You don't deserve your daughters love, and you don't deserve me.
The look of twisted agony printed on Draco's face nearly brought her to her knees. He took one trembling step away from her, a searing look of ache and obliterated pain mounted in his wonderful grey eyes. And then, without warning, a loud BANG sounded, symbolizing that Draco had apparated back to his mansion, and out of her life.
Angelique woke and started to cry, as if she somehow aware of his absence. As if she knew that he wasn't coming back. Hermione cursed herself, for what she done. Now the love of her life was gone, and she had hurt him so bad, she would never be able to pick up the pieces. He was gone forever, and now she was alone, her heart empty and shattered. The only thing she had left was her precious daughter; the only one, Hermione would learn later, that would be able to fix everything.
Draco reached his dreary mansion, bone-weary and broken. Hermione hated him. And it was no surprise. He did nothing to deserve her love. Anything that could have been was lost in the depths of oblivion. He stumbled down the hall to his marble floored bathroom and stared at his pitiful refection. His eyes were suddenly hollow, his body slouched and resilient. He hated himself; he knew now that nothing he would ever do would be able to gain her back. His heart was crushed and full of pain. It hurt to move, it hurt to breath, and it hurt to think; for everything he did, he did it the name of Hermione. And now that she was gone, he had nothing to live for. Nothing.
Draco sunk to the floor on his knees, arms tensed up into tight fists, anguish distorting his features. His forehead hit the cool tile floor, and he did the only thing he could think of; he broke down and cried his heart out, not that there was much left of his heart. He cried until there were no tears left, and then he sank into the painful solace of nothingness…
Whoa! I didn't think that this could actually come from me! It's so sad! I cried myself writing it. The emotion just overpowers my writing senses… for some reason, sad stuff is way easier to right… like my first chapter was the easiest chapter I've ever written. And don't worry! This isn't the end of the story! Its more of where the story begins I guess…. The real beginning of the story. I wasn't even going to put it this way, but as I've said I have no idea where this is going to go. And I know it's really confusing the way I have all the chapters, so if you have any suggestions for how I could make it better…. Please let me know. Review please! (I also want some more critique)
