Chap17 - Seperate Ways
"What do you want me to do Hermione?" he asked her in worry.
She shrugged at his question, her face looked away from him as her head told her what do to... her tears fell even more.
"What are you thinking?" he asked her worriedly.
"That... perhaps it's best we just... call it off" she cried.
His eyes widened at her words, he shook his head at her as he felt his heart slowly rip like a piece of paper.
"No Hermione" he told her fighting back his tears.
"I want to" she told him as she wiped her eyes.
"I don't think you do" he told her as he approached her.
She backed away from him and cried more, she exhaled heavily and placed her hand upon the golden door nob.
"We're not right for each other... I can't keep crying like this, it's just not healthy" she said wiping her eyes.
Draco's bottom lip trembled and he blinked away the upcoming tears, he couldn't cry in front of her, he wouldn't. He didn't want her to see him weaken in front of her, he had been made to hide his emotions and that's exactly what he was going to do.
"But Hermione, I said I was sorry, I know Blaise did it now... and as for Pansy, I don't even like her!" he protested.
She shook her head.
"I don't care. You still kissed her just to hurt me" she said holding her tears back.
"If I could take it back, I would!" he told her sorrowfully.
"Well you can't... we're over Draco" she told him as she pushed her door open.
She remained facing him as she backed away slowly into her bedroom, his eyes would not leave her eyes, what could he do? She wanted to break up and he didn't know what else to do or say...
Hermione's door closed and she was out of sight, he could no longer see her or hear her. He exhaled heavily as he felt a single tear fall from his eye, he wiped it away quickly and slowly walked over to the sofa. He sat down and hung his head in his hands, his fingers slid through his blonde hair and he lifted his head back up.
He leaned back on the sofa and wished he had never accussed Hermione, or kissed Pansy.
"You complete fuck up" his inner voice told him.
"All you ever do is fuck up your life, either you or Lucius... you've lost you're best friend and you've lost dear Hermione... fuck up!" his inner voice mocked.
Draco, filled with out-rage at his inner voice, kicked the coffee table over and felt more tears fall from his eyes. He wiped them and joggd into his room, slamming the door behind him... the tears ran out of his eyes as he cried. He leaned against his door and slid down until he was sitting on the floor, whimpers escaped his mouth as the tears fell from his face.
He had to be a smart ass and kiss Pansy didn't he? Well he was Draco Malfoy, the stubborn evil student with a cocky attitude. He hated himself, for years he had been making her cry and he had enjoyed it, but now he was making her cry out of heartache and he loathed himself for it, because he was also getting a taste of heartache and hated that she also felt this way.
In Hermione's room, she sobbed into her hands, she didn't want to leave Draco but the memory of him looking at her as he kissed Pansy haunted her. She knew she wanted to be with him now, lying in his strong arms like she usually did, as he gently stroked her brown soft hair causing her to slightly doze off.
She cried at the happy thought, she wouldn't be in his arms again and she hated it. Throughout the time of knowing Draco, she had never noticed his appealing features, like the way he grins or how he laughs, she never noticed these things because he was always so cruel to her... she also never noticed how handsome he could look, in and out of his school uniform, she knew now why so many girls adored him.
They were the same reasons she adored him, his handsome smile, his shiney blonde hair, his deep blue eyes, his humorous laugh and gentle touch... he really was a different person with Hermione, he was always respectful and soft with her, he listened to her problems and cheered her up when she felt down, apart from the Blaise incident. She needed Draco, she loved him.