Chapter 2
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the plot.
A/N: k well this is the final chapter, I might be working on another one, or maybe finishing 'Too Late', not sure yet.
5PM
Hermione came home to the flat her and Draco now shared. The lights were off and the blinds pulled, like she had left them this morning…'Draco should be home by now. Wonder where he is.' She though while opening the blinds. Hermione walked into the little kitchen and began dinner, Spaghetti and Meatballs, Draco's favorite.
When the pasta was ready and the sauce just perfect, Draco still hadn't come.
"I'll just wait till he gets home." Hermione sat down on the couch and flipped on the television.
6:30 PM
"Where is he? I wonder if he's hurt…oh I hope he's ok." Hermione said to herself, pacing back and forth in front of the windows.
"Ok Hermione," she told herself. "Pacing around the room and worrying yourself to death is not going to make him come home faster." She sat back down on the couch and grabbed the book of the coffee table and began to read. Dozing off after a few minutes.
12AM
Hermione woke with a start when she heard the front door open. She scrambled of the couch and raced to the door, but skidded to a halt when she saw the state Draco was in. His tie hung loosely around his neck, his shirt was half un-tucked from his trousers, his hair was a mess, and…
"Is that lip stick on your cheek?" Hermione walked closer to get a better look. "Whose perfume is that Draco? Cause it's most definitely not mine!"
"It's nothing Hermione, don't worry about it." Draco tried to push past her, but was to drunk to do more than budge her a few inches.
"It's nothing? Don't worry about it!" Hermione all but yelled at him. "It has to be something or else there wouldn't be someone else's lip stick and perfume all over you."
"Hermione really it's nothing just let me sit down."
"No! Go find somewhere else to stay because you're no longer welcome here."
"Hermione come on! Please!" Draco pleaded.
"NO! Take your drunk ass and go somewhere else." Hermione pushed him out of the doorway and slammed the door in his face. Locking it with the chain, just in case he did find his key.
With tears leaving wet trails down her cheeks, she made her way to her and Draco's bedroom, 'No, not mine and Draco's room…my room.' She thought sadly as she lay down. Hermione cried herself to sleep that night, hoping that when she woke up, it would have all been a terrible nightmare.
Over the next week or so, Hermione began to get nauseous in the mornings, along with strange cravings for foods that she would never touch. The thought that she could be pregnant had run though her head many times but she refused to believe it. Finally, not being able to deny it much longer, she bought a pregnancy test and went home.
Hermione sat there with her head in her hands and the results lying on the bathroom floor. The pink plus sign looked up at her tauntingly, as if daring her to do another test. Hermione new another test would be a waste of money. She knew she would get the same result. A crack of thunder brought her out of her musings. Hermione walked out of the bathroom and came to stand in front of her large windows.
Without thinking, she grabbed a piece of paper and a pen and jotted a quick note, leaving it on the table in plain sight if anyone was to wonder why she did it. She threw open the door that led to the roof; being on the top floor she got the stairs to the roof. She ran up the stairs and pushed open the door at the top.
Hermione came to a halt as the rain and cold winds. She felt the raindrops run down her face and soak her clothes, but she paid no attention to the weather. She walked to the edge of the roof and stepped up on to the ledge.
Hermione looked down and saw the tops of umbrellas, with colors ranging from black to polka dots of various colors. Every now and again, she saw the front page of today's newspaper. She watched as the cars drove by, not caring if they splashed someone, as long as they got to where they were going as fast as possible.
She looked up to the heavens and closed her eyes. She brought her gaze down to look towards the horizon when she heard her door burst open, a few moments of silence and then more noise. Most likely whoever had read the note was now running up the stairs.
She heard the door open and the person run out onto the roof.
"Hermione! What are you doing? Get down!" It was Draco. 'Of course it's him, you twit. Who else were you expecting? Everyone else you know is dead.' A voice came from inside her head.
She turned around and faced Draco, "I'm sorry," She whispered. "Good bye Draco." Hermione leaned back and let herself fall.
A/N: Well I've decided to make this more than a one-shot, so I'll probably have the next chapter up y tomorrow night…Please review and tell me what you think!
