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By: Aningme

Chapter 9

Dilemma

Draco Malfoy did nothing but slump himself down on the bright lavender sofa as the two ladies chatted nothing but fresh gossips from the Ministry of Magic. He somehow realized why he was born to be a man, not a girl. It's because he won't be able to survive what girls normally do. But now that he's stuck with two girls that he really loved to hate, he had to force himself to hang on with their chatters and matters. He seriously wanted to be deaf for now. All he wanted was silence.

"Oh, did you hear anything from Hogwarts recently? I really haven't talked to Professor Dumbledore or Professor McGonagall since last December, with all the patients I had in the hospital." Hermione asked.

Ginny nodded as she sipped from her tea. "Professor Dumbledore sent me a card for my baby. Word seemed to fly so quickly nowadays. They even told me to send my child in Hogwarts when the time comes. And of course I will." Ginny laughed, and so did Hermione.

Draco rolled his eyes, hating womanly chuckles. He just hates noise.

Ginny suddenly stood up. "Well, anyways, I really need to take a small nap for now. I really feel woozy for sleep." She announced. Hermione stood up too and followed her to the stairs.

"Well, you go then. You lack sleep I suppose, waking up very early this morning." Hermione smiled.

Ginny smiled back. "Well, I must leave you two here for now. I'll just be upstairs."

Hermione nodded and watched Ginny walked up to stairs to her bedroom. She felt so good for Ginny. Everything seemed to be okay for her.

Watching Ginny walk up the stairs, Draco suddenly felt relieved. He felt really strange around pregnant women. Especially to a pregnant Weasley.

Hermione stepped down from the stairs and stared at him. He was almost covered in fluffy pillows, its feathers covering most of his face. She chuckled at him and stepped toward him. He sneezed a little, as he pushed away the pillows. "You seem to be quiet today." She uttered.

He looked up to her. "What am I supposed to say?"

"Something like 'How is Seamus?' or 'how's the baby doing?' or anything!" Hermione answered. Draco just raised a brow.

"I didn't even know she was married to Seamus." He stood up from the sofa. It was too comfy to sit on. Just too soft.

"Well, now you do." Hermione muttered and sat back down, grabbing the remote control and watched television.

Draco stared at her. "Aren't we going yet?"

"Nope." She said.

He couldn't believe it. "She's already asleep! What else can we do for her?"

She just kept on watching. "I promised her I'll keep her company until Seamus arrives. So we stay." She answered.

Draco slumped himself back on the sofa beside her. His knees were weakening in disappointment. "This is insane." He mumbled to himself. He just closed his eyes and tried to sleep.

But before he could even doze off, Hermione threw a pillow on his face. "What?" Draco exclaimed.

Hermione just stared at him. "Get some wine in the kitchen. It's in the fridge." She commanded.

Draco just sat still. He couldn't believe he even risked being with her.

"What are you waiting for? Go on!" Hermione insisted. "You were the one who wanted to date me. Now, you go get us some wine."

Draco sighed in defeat and stood up. He wanted to break something.

Finding the kitchen, he cringed again, seeing the bright green tables and yellow stools. The orange cabinets were a pain in the head and the neon pink curtains made him want to puke. He hastily searched for the fridge, and when he did, he grabbed two glasses and ran away from the sight.

Walking back to Hermione, he stopped half way, staring at her. She just sat there, alone, watching TV. She looked sad again, the way he saw her a week ago in her own kitchen. He wondered if she was thinking about the dark haired man Bert was talking about. He figured she might be.

"Here." He said, putting the bottle and the glasses on the table. She snapped away from her trance and stared at the wine. She smiled a little and poured wine on the two glasses. She handed one to him and to herself.

"What are you watching?" Draco asked conversationally, trying to lift the mood. It suddenly felt a little gloomy in the room, in contrast with the bright colors of Ginny and Seamus' house. But Hermione didn't answer him. He turned to her and saw her gulp her wine straight down to the last drop. She winced at the alcohol and sighed.

Grabbing the neck of the bottle, she poured down her glass again and filled it with more wine. She sipped again and gulped it empty. Draco didn't know what to do but watch.

For the third time, she grabbed the bottle again and poured more. She drank it empty again.

Now Draco was getting the message.

As she reached out for the bottle again for the fourth time, Draco grabbed her wrist. He had to stop her. Her cheeks were flushed already. She's drunk.

"Hey, enough." He muttered. Hermione glared at him.

"Bug off, Malfoy. I can do what ever I want in my life, you know." She muttered and poured more. But before she could even bring her glass to her lips, he stopped her, grabbing the glass away from her.

"You're drunk, Granger. You better stop." He told her. He grabbed the bottle too and put it away from her.

Hermione just sat where she was and smiled glumly. Her head was starting to spin, her vision was getting blurry. "You know what, Harry used to say that to me." She started. Draco was startled.

She stared at him. "You really care about me, huh, Harry?" She mumbled. Draco stared back at her in bewilderment.

"I'm... I'm not Harry." Draco whispered.

"You care for me, Harry. Very much." She smiled and laughed. But then, watching her, he could see tears welling up in her eyes.

He grabbed her shoulders for support. "Hermione… I—"

"Why did you leave me?" She whispered, her tears slipping through her cheeks.

Draco didn't know what to say.

"Why did you leave me Harry?" She insisted. "Answer me!"

He couldn't speak.

"Why do you have to die?" She was sobbing now, clutching his shirt. "Why do you have to die Harry! Why? Why? WHY!" She was pounding his chest now, her cries getting louder.

Draco stared at her in shock. He understood now.

She kept on hitting him and sobbing. "You asshole! Why did you leave me?"

Draco grabbed her and embraced her to calm her down. He held her tight, soothing her sobs.

"Why Harry! ANSWER ME!" She screamed, struggling from his grip. But he held on tighter, closing his eyes. He understood now… He understood now…

"Hermione… I'm not Harry…" He whispered in her ear. He could feel his hot tears stinging his eyes. "Hermione… It's me… Draco… Come back…"

"Why did you leave me?..." She chanted and chanted. She couldn't stop.

"It's me, Hermione… Draco… Come back…" He insisted. He cradled her in his arms, trying to calm her down. "Come back, Hermione… I'm here…"

She suddenly stopped struggling and gave in to him. She dug her face in his neck and cried. Her chest was heaving heavily with her sobs. She couldn't stop crying.

"You know I love you Harry…" She whispered. "But why did you leave me…"

Draco hugged her tighter and ran his hands down her back, soothing her.

But then, she pulled back, staring at him.

Staring back at her, Draco saw a broken girl. Her face was streaked with tears; her eyes were soaked in misery. Something suddenly occurred to him. Something he never expected. He wanted to heal her sorrows. He wanted to be there for her.

Raising her hand to his face, she caressed his cheek and smiled. Draco just stayed still, confused.

"I love you Harry… Please… Don't leave me… Come back to me…" She muttered and leaned over him, kissing him.

Draco just stayed still, paralyzed.

A/n: There. Weird isn't it? Well, wait for the next chasppie please! And sorry I won't be able to make personalized notes. I am time limited right now soo... Thanks again you guys out there! Especially catgurfurreel!ü Thank YOU!ü