Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. (Just copy/pasted that from the other ones)


When I woke up in the morning you were gone.

I blinked a few times and looked around the room and took in the fact that you were gone.

I stopped for a moment to think about where you could have gone and I figured that you would have gone to either Weasley or Potter's home, so ask quick as I could I redressed and made my way to Potter's house first, because I was sure if I went to Weasley's house first he would kill me where as I had a feeling that Potter would be a little more calm.

When I arrived at Potter's house he opened the door and he scowled at me like he had all the time in school.

Over his shoulder I could see the youngest Weasley, Ginny I think they called her, was holding a little girl with fiery red hair and green eyes.

The child was even looking at me as though with open dislike.

I slanted my mouth in a smirk. "Train your own daughter to hate so young, Potter? What would people think of 'the Famous Harry Potter' if they knew that?"

Potter just glared at me. "What do you want, Malfoy?"

I looked at my hand as if bored. "I was just wondering if you've seen the Mudblood. Her and I had some…business to attend to about the Ministry."

Harry scowled. "Hermione's gone."

I glanced at him. "Meaning?"

"She left. She moved away. Good day, Draco."

And Potter slammed the door in my face.

When I arrived back at the manor I wanted nothing more than to just relax.

I was angry. More angry than I had ever been before and the only way for me to relieve that was to relax all by myself, but first my mother stopped me and wanted to discuss the party she was having at the manor in a week and then she asked me to send an owl to her cousin to inform her of some of the changes.

By the time I actually made it to my room I was not only angry, but I was tired.

When I opened my door I scowled. "What are you doing here, Pansy?"

Pansy smirked at me as she walked over to me and grabbed my arm. "Can't a girl just want to say hello to her fiancé?"

I kept a scowl off of my face.

My parents had decided I had to marry soon and since I couldn't marry the one girl I had ever loved after hurting her so much and chasing her away I ended up telling them they could chose the girl I should marry and of course they chose Pansy.

A girl from a pureblood family that I have known for a long time and is infatuated with me.

I forced a smile. "Of course, but why, may I ask, are you in my room?"

Pansy smiled. "I was thinking we could talk a little. Have a little fun."

I felt myself get sick to my stomach at the very thought and it only got worse when she pressed her lips against mine.

I was thinking of you all day and there was Pansy pressing her lips against mine.

And then I thought of you, and your face, and how soft your lips were compared to hers and kissed her back, thinking of you the entire time.

I vaguely remember us undressing but the next thing I remember was pounding into her.

I pounded into her all of my anger, and my frustration and all the pain I felt because I had lost you again, the one girl that I ever loved.

And I knew I was hurting her, but I didn't care.

I could tell I was hurting her just by the sounds she was making, but I didn't care.

And when I emptied myself inside of her and collapsed on the bed, she smiled at me and curled into my and whispered, "I love you, Draco," before she fell asleep.

And while she slept I looked out the window at the full moon and sighed. "I love you, Hermione.