Disclaimer: Lol. Let us just laugh it out loud!

A/n: Yeah, I am still feeling stupid for what happened. And I am still sorry about it. Darn. That was really stupid.

Okay. I'll stop.

But of course, I will pay the price of being late because of stupidity.ü Yup, another chapter.

I hope you enjoy.

One of the most confusing chapters.ü

By: Aningme

Chapter 36

Dilemma

She stared at the busy premises of the airport and just stood there.

She doesn't know if she ought to go.

Yeah, she wanted to find him.

It is damn true that she would want to see him.

And it is the cursed truth that she loves him.

What the hell do you want, Hermione? She told herself. She could feel her feet glued to the ground. Her body seemed to be heavy. And she's definitely standing along the crossroads now.

This is just taking a step farther. That's all. She thought. She heaved a sigh and started to walk down the two glass doors of the airport, walking into a major turning point of her life.

He could feel his muscles tense as he sat restlessly on the cab's passenger seat. He cursed under his breath as he stared at the sea of cars clogging the narrow street. He glanced at his watch and back to the window, ignoring the sting of pain behind his head.

The driver glanced at him, and suddenly jerked on his seat. "Sire, you're bleeding! Are you sure we're to go to the airport? We could drop by a hospital down the block."

Draco drifted from his trance and stared back at the driver. The driver just squinted at him and waited for his answer.

"It's nothing. I'm fine." He said dismissively, turning back to the window. "Can't we go any faster than this?"

"No, sire. Overtaking would be against the rules." There was an Asian accent on his voice. He raked his hands through his black hair and rubbed his dark eyes. His yellow skin gleamed in grease. "And besides, you should take a break."

Draco just pulled his head back and pressed the bridge of his nose to release the pressure. "I don't have enough time…"

"Time is gold. But it can gleam later." He laughed.

Draco just slumped on his seat and winced. It would be a long ride.

Hermione sat quietly on a bench, holding on to her own luggage. It wouldn't be a while and she'd be leaving. But still, second thoughts hunted her.

What if he wasn't really serious about it?

What if he has someone else out there?

Why did he leave anyway?

Did he really have that business trip or was it a bluff?

Did he really mean it when he said…

She sighed heavily and groaned, burying her face in her palms. She wanted to get through this with a clear head. But she couldn't help it but flood herself with doubt.

Yeah. That's just what I need.

Talk about small talks.

Draco took in deep breaths as he stepped in the airport. It had been a terrible ride in that cab. The driver was just crazy. He seemed to drain his blood out with his no ending chatters and matters. It just made everything worse.

Walking further, he started for his search. He checked the time again. Quarter to eleven. She had to be here. He thought and glanced around.

Flight 180 to Canada will be boarding shortly.

Hermione grabbed her phone in paranoia and started to dial Ginny's number. She wanted someone to reassure her that she was doing the right thing. She wanted to assure herself that she had to do this.

"Oh Crap." She hissed, watching her phone die out. It was out of battery.

Glancing around the lobby, she found a phone booth on the other end. She stood up and dug in her jacket pocket for some coins.

Damn it! He screamed in his head. His arm was thoroughly limp, not being able to move it at all. He could feel the back of his head drip with blood of his own, making his vision blurry. He could feel his knees wobble already, and his world was spinning.

I should find her. I should find her now… He insisted and walked on. He ignored the people staring at him eccentrically. He knows his head is cracked up. No need to stare please.

Ah bloody Hell! Hermione cursed, slamming the phone back to the receiver. Ginny wasn't home. She must've taken a morning walk with Relina today.

Maybe she could call Ron.

Draco could barely walk to the corner nearby the coffee shop of the airport. His head was still throbbing in excruciating pain.

"Hermione, is everything alright?" Ron asked, hearing Hermione's breathe-in and breathe-out habits.

She took another big breath and closed her eyes. "I don't think I can do this Ron…" She muttered; her voice a little quivering. She was getting confused all over again. She's dancing along doubt again.

"Hermione, we talked about this already."

"I know. But I'm not so sure again, Ron. I really don't know if I should do this or what."

Hearing the slight crack of her voice made him shiver. He had to lie again. "You can do this Hermione. He's just a step away."

"I know." Tears were threatening to fall. "I know… It's just that… Merlin… I don't know if he'd take me in or he'd… he'd…"

"It doesn't matter." He said. "Whether he does or does not, it's his loss, anyway. You took the chances. He didn't. That makes you better than him."

Hermione sniffed and sighed. She calmed herself down before she spoke. "I guess you're right…"

Draco closed his eyes and calmed himself. After a while, he forced himself to walk on and find her. He won't let her slip off of him again just like that. He wouldn't make that same damn mistake. Never again.
Walking back to her seat, she waited as the PA system announced other flights' boarding. After a while, it would be her flight.

She breathed in and out again, feeling her heart skip a beat. She was feeling deadly anxious already. Deadly anxious.

"Passengers of Flight 180 please proceed to Gate 7 for boarding. Passengers of Flight 180 please proceed to Gate 7 for boarding."
Hermione felt her heart stop.
Draco couldn't breathe.
Standing up from her seat, she joined up the other passengers and lined up. She stared back at the airport and held back a sob.

She was afraid.

Draco managed to run for Gate seven, seeing the people pass through into the narrow tunnel to the airplane. He felt the surge of panic as he saw a few people left boarding. And she wasn't there.

Damn it! Where is she!

Looking around, he was feeling his energy drain out. Everyone had passed the boarding gate. And the plane was starting its run up.

He turned to the gate and attempted to pass.

"Sir, I'm sorry but the plane is already boarding. If you would still want a flight to Canada we could refund your ticket and exchange it into the afternoon flight at—"

"I don't need a damn flight." He snapped. "I have to get there. Someone's there that shouldn't be there."

"Sir, I'm sorry. If you don't have a ticket, then please step back and purchase one."

"You don't understand."

"We will not hesitate to call the security."

Draco glared at the lady in uniform, her red dyed lips straight and narrow, her face stern and serious.

"Now, sir, please step back." She said. "Do you need medical help sir?"

Draco sighed and walked away, ignoring her. The lady just watched him and stared at his bleeding head.

He managed to run to the glass window and saw the airplane boarding off. Watching it drifting into the air, he could feel hot tears stinging his eyes. He was damn too late again. Just too late.

Slowly slipping down unto the floor, he sat down there and buried his face in his palms. His head was still throbbing, but he didn't care anymore.

She was gone.

She couldn't breathe. She couldn't stand any more. She couldn't settle her heart beat. She's in a rumble.

She couldn't believe it. She couldn't imagine in the world.

She just stood there, staring at the man she had been looking for the past two years.

Draco Malfoy sat before the glass window, his head buried in his arms.

He didn't know what to think of anymore. He felt so tired already. He felt so stupid. He could feel his head drifting off. He could feel his consciousness slipping into a dark abyss. He was letting go.

But then, he suddenly felt someone standing beside him, staring down at him. He was expecting it to be the lady in uniform again, probably annoyed at him. But he doesn't give a damn.

"Leave me be." He said dismissively; his voice icy cold.

But then, it didn't leave.

He felt it kneel down before him, still staring at him. He suddenly heard a few sobs, disconcerting and baffling him. He looked up, and saw her face, streaked with tears.

Hermione Granger stared back at him, a smile carved on her face.

He couldn't speak at first. He just gazed at her face. Her beautiful face, her hazel eyes…

She gulped and tried to speak. "What…" Her voice cracked, as more tears came. "What took you so long?"

Unshed tears welled up in his eyes suddenly.

"You're bleeding." She said, concern streaking her face.

He shook his head. "It doesn't matter." He said. He stretched out his hands to touch her face.

Her beautiful face…

She was smiling at him, her emerald eyes.

He wanted to hold her, hold her close.

He wanted to keep her, keep her with him.

As he stepped closer, her face seemed to melt. The last thing he remembered was her smile.

A/n: Lol.ü I guess the end is nearer than I thought.ü But I am not saying that this is the end.ü

You'll know what I mean.