Disclaimer: Why am I still including this part anyway?

A/n: Hey!ü Another chapter here!ü Lol.ü It just became my habit submitting two chapters each time.ü lol. Enjoy!ü

By: Aningme

Chapter 28

Dilemma

He didn't sleep all night. All he could think about was her. She would be happy without him anyway. He had caused her many pains for the past few years.

He had no right to be with her.

He waited for the sun to dawn. It was time to leave.

Maybe he would find a new life there in Canada. Maybe he would be peaceful there and forget everything that had happened. He must forget them. He wouldn't last, having them in his mind. Having her in his mind, that is.

It would be all too painful.

Standing up from his bed, he went to the shower room and brooded there. He stood by the shower and soaked himself in cold water.

Closing his eyes, all he could see was her face. In silence, all he could hear is her voice, in contrast with the spray of water in his cubicle. In coldness, he's craving for her touch.

No. He muttered. She's gone. She's gone.

Chanting, he punched the bathroom wall, merciless. He was filled with anger. He couldn't control his temper. He just hit the wall, blowing chunks of tiles into air. He wanted to feel numb. Feel nothing. He wanted to be free, be free of this dilemma.

Why did it have to happen this way?

Staggering to the wall, he propped his arms unto it and rested his face in his bloody hands.

He's just a hopeless boy.

Standing at her house's roof, she stared at the dawning sky and prayed. She lifted her arms and closed her eyes.

Let me go… She muttered. Please… Harry… Let me go…

Her tears were dripping from her eyes. She faced her first love, Harry Potter, with tears on her face.

Let me go… She wanted to be free. She wanted to stop all of this. She wanted to love Malfoy.

Grabbing the necklace in her jacket pocket, she stared at the diamond ring that she had kept for so long. She was letting him go. It was time.

Remember… She started. When you proposed to me? When you told me, you wanted to be with me forever and make me happy?

More tears came.

Do you remember…? She sniffed. You wanted me to be happy.

She looked at the inky sky, stabbed by millions of stars. I'll love you Harry, forever. You'll always be with me, in me.

She heaved out a sob.

But please, let me be happy… Let me be happy with Malfoy… With Draco…

She stretched out her arms and threw the necklace in the air, watching it glimmer in the glow of the gloomy moon.

"Sir, it is time." Draco Malfoy's assistant reminded him for the millionth time. It wouldn't be long before he snapped his patience.

Draco just stared at his own private plane. He felt glued to the ground. "For a moment." He muttered and went inside his mansion.

He had to make a phone call.

Picking it up, he listened to the dial tone of his phone for a while.

He couldn't call her.

But then, thinking of not seeing her again, he forced himself to reach for the dials and entered her number. Hearing her phone ring, he could feel the adrenalin run in his veins.

Hermione just stood by the window and stared at the fresh sun rising from its sanctuary behind the clouds. Hearing her phone ring, she turned to it and stared at it.

She wasn't going to answer it. No.

"Hi. This is Granger's residence. If you want to leave a message to me, Hermione, just wait after the beep. BEEEEEPPPPP…"

He just kept quiet, listening to the silence of the other line.
She just stood still and stared at her answering machine. There was silence in the other line.
He gave up and tried to speak. It was his last chance. "I'm sorry." He whispered.
"I'm sorry."

She knew that voice. Her heart suddenly banged inside her ribs, almost skipping a beat.

"I… I just want to say…" He didn't know what to say. "I just… I'm sorry…" It was all he could say. "I'm sorry for everything… I'm sorry for… hurting you…"
She stood before her phone and listened, a tear threatening to fall.
"I…" He couldn't stop stuttering.

"Sir, you have to go on board. The plane is about to leave." His assistant had said; a slight irritation edged on his voice.

He just raised a hand, shushing him. His assistant sighed annoyingly and went back outside.

"Granger…" He mumbled. "Hermione…" He had craved to say it to her. For a very long time. "I… I love you…" He muttered.

He closed his eyes and sighed, hanging up the phone.

Hermione's eyes shot out wide, hearing his last words. Grabbing the phone, she screamed his name.

"Draco!"

But the line was already dead.

"I'm here! I'm listening…" She started to cry again, feeling stupid. She should've answered the damn phone.

Dialing his number, she waited for him to answer his phone. But his answering machine answered her calls. He had left.

Dropping the phone, she grabbed her coat and ran outside, to the underground.

Stepping towards the pavement, he stared at the stairs to his plane. One more step and she would be gone forever.

"Sir?" His assistant nagged again. "Is there something wrong?"

Draco turned to him and smiled. "Nothing."

He smiled back at his boss. "Alright then, sir."

Draco suddenly stepped up to him. "Just take my luggage inside. I'm not leaving."

His assistant just watched him run to his BMW and screeched his car to the gate.

He really had a weird boss.

As the underground shuttle door opened, Hermione ran towards the exit and unto the streets. She called a cab and gave Draco Malfoy's address.

After running into early morning traffic, he parked his car in a nearby street and ran to her house.

After arriving, she buzzed the intercom millions of times, consecutively. He couldn't be gone.

"Malfoy Manor. May I help you?" The voice of his probable assistant answered.

Hermione gulped air first before she spoke. "Is Malfoy there? Draco… Malfoy?"

"I'm sorry ma'am. He just left."

Buzzing her doorbell for millions of times, he grew impatient. He tried to look inside her house but it looked empty. He buzzed again, with an additional kick on the door.

"Hermione!" He exclaimed. He wanted to see her. She couldn't be gone.

"He just left." Hermione just stood there, speechless. He couldn't be gone. He couldn't.

Feeling weak, she sat down on the cement floor and wept. She couldn't lose him. She couldn't lose him, again.

Draco Malfoy sat on her doorstep and buried his face in his bandaged hands.

She's gone. He's gone.

And yes. That's how they broke up.

A/n: Stupid isn't it?