Chapter 47:

Draco shut the door behind him and rushed down the stairs leading to the street. He felt his heart explode into a million different pieces. Every little piece pierced through his body like a sharp piece of glass; cutting through his senses and causing him great agony and misery.

How could she? How did she ever dare? He loved her more than anything yet she continued to deny him. Why? He was hurting, yet he found enough strength in him to walk out. He didn't want to walk out on her, but how could he still be with her?

His heart kept on telling him that Hermione is pregnant and that walking out on her meant walking out on their baby, but he couldn't help but continue walking. As much as he loved Hermione the betrayal he felt was doing all the thinking for him. He decided to try and forget Hermione for now and forever.

Draco refused to allow himself to think of Hermione at that exact minute. He decided to try and not think of or about her. He couldn't take the anxiety and stress their fight brought out in him. He didn't have enough strength within him to battle the so familiar battle all over again.

Hermione and everything that had to do with her was now a part of his past and he no longer wished to have anything to do with it. No more would he be lied to, no more would he be ashamed of. No more would he be denied the happiness he knew he deserves.

He was walking down the deserted street. It was late at night and the lights were out in all the houses around him. All beside the one house he walked out of not so long ago. Draco was now a heart broken, homeless and wanted man.

I walk a lonely road
The only one that I have ever known
Don't know where it goes
But it's home to me and I walk alone

He walked down the empty street silent tears streaming down his cheeks. He didn't know where he was heading neither did he care. His feet just lead him somewhere, and he followed, his thoughts were in a distant place. Far away in a cozy home, where a girl was laying numb on a cold tiled floor.

As much as he tried to push those thoughts away, they still crept into his mind, and took over his senses. He just walked out on his wife. He didn't know what she was doing at this minute, he didn't know if she was hurting and crying, and he tried not to care. He looked around the empty street, gathered all of his strength and continued walking.

I walk this empty street
On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams
Where the city sleeps
and I'm the only one and I walk alone

Draco didn't feel his body aching from tiredness, nor did he pay attention to the numbing sensation in his feet. He continued walking forward his vision blurred by his tears. He cried for the future he wished to have, and for all the silly dreams of happiness. He cried because he was lied to once again and he was hurting because of the one person he would never dare to hurt.

I walk alone
I walk alone

I walk alone
I walk a...

Harry fucking Potter. All of this because of Harry fucking Potter. The person he hated the most has found away to subconsciously destroy his life. Like he really cared what the prat was doing. Like he would really betray Hermione's trust and sell him out to Lord Voldemort. How could she not believe him? How could she not trust him? If he didn't have her trust, he didn't have her. And not having her meant he has nobody else. He is all alone.

My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
'Til then I walk alone

How he wished to see Hermione right now. How he wished to hold her in his arms and caress her growing belly. Why everything that's good in his life is taken away from him? Why couldn't he be happy just in this one relationship? Why must it all corrupt right when everything seemed to be getting stronger?

Those questions kept on running through his head. As hard as he tried to block them, they found a way back in. Exhausting him mentally and killing him slowly. Spreading the poison of sorrow through his insides.

I'm walking down the line
That divides me somewhere in my mind
On the border line
Of the edge and where I walk alone

Draco kept on walking, thoughts still creeping through his mind as the sun started rising. He noticed the early red sky and automatically thought of blood and death. He didn't' know why such a beautiful vision brought such negative thoughts to his mind. But then how negative was death if he really thought about it? You rest in peace and you are forever free of misery; Unlike life, where you're hurting and wishing to die.

Read between the lines
What's fucked up and everything's alright
Check my vital signs
To know I'm still alive and I walk alone

He felt his energy leave him and his body collapse to the concrete floor. He didn't care about the great uncomfortness he felt. He didn't feel the coldness of the floor spread through his body. He didn't know whether he would wake up the next morning, neither did he know if he wanted to. His mind couldn't think of Hermione anymore. She was the only thing on his mind since he walked out on her and his mind was screaming for a break. His heart was beating weakly and his body found rest.