He thought about it. He loved her company, everything about her was amazing, and he really wanted to stay. Yet something was keeping him from doing just that. What is wrong with you? You want to stay, don't you? You have nothing to return to the Mansion for, after all, he thought. I don't want to hurt her… Since when did I become soppy? I have to tell her something, I owe her that much.

"This… Us… It's not right. As much as I want to convince myself, this isn't right. I'm sorry."

Hermione looked at him, dumbfounded. It took her a few moments to begin to form words. What does he mean? It was right when he was holding me, and kissing me, but now it's not right? How could he say things like that? And, for Merlin's sake, how did he manage to look so attractive even when he's hurting me?

"Okay… You better go then…" she said finally. Draco rose from the bed, and found a pullover and some jeans. He began to pick them up.

"Those are Ron's. Leave them here." Hermione said coldly, not looking at him. "I'm sure you can Apparate to that mansion of yours with nothing on."

Draco turned to look at her.

"Why are you being like this?"

"Being like what, Draco, dear?" Hermione said, trying not to sound hurt. "I let you desecrate the bed that my late husband and I made love in, and you want to steal his clothes too?"

"Desecrate?" Draco walked towards her. "Hermione, look at me. Five minutes ago you were asking me to stay here, now look at you!"

Hermione's gaze was fixed firmly on the bed sheets. Draco sat down beside her, and turned her face so her eyes were now looking into his.

"I don't know what's gotten into you, but quite frankly, if you want me to go, I will."

"Well, what are you waiting for?" Hermione turned her head again and sighed angrily. Using the Summoning charm, the red pullover and jeans were at her side. "I want those returned to me as soon as you arrive at the mansion, is that understood? Now get dressed and go."

"Hermione, you don't have to be like this!"

"I don't know what you're talking about. I'm not being like anything. Now would you kindly get dressed and go before I hex you." Her voice was shaky. Hold it together, Granger. Don't cry. You don't need him.

"Fine. I'll have my house elf bring them, after they've been washed thoroughly. Merlin forbid they should have any trace of Malfoy on them." Draco paused. "Where are the clothes I arrived here in?"

"I threw them in the rubbish. They were all tattered and ripped anyway, so I assumed, being a spoilt little rich boy, you wouldn't need them. Now, if you've quite finished I'd like to be left alone, in peace and quiet."

Spoilt little rich boy? I may be rich, but I was never spoilt. If anyone is spoilt, it's her! We always had to do things her way. He wanted to say these things to her. Instead, he bit his tongue.

"Goodbye, Hermione." There was no reply. Draco sighed and Disapparated.