Not Good Enough
DracoxHermione
Rated NC-17
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or its characters from the franchise. That honor belongs to JK Rowling
Not Good Enough
Chapter I
Today was the day! It was the most talked about day, the most talked about wedding, within Pureblood circles. Today was the day of the awaited wedding and marriage of Draco Malfoy and Astoria Greengrass. Of course, like in most Pureblood families, their marriage had been arranged since they were young, and thus had been betrothed from the moment Lucius Malfoy and Phillip Greengrass signed the agreement and shook on it. After all, this union would be good for both families, especially the Greengrass family, and proof that in a society that no longer valued good wizarding blood, Purebloods would still be able to produce more of their own.
Many people, whether going to be in attendance of the ceremony or not, couldn't help but talk about it. It had been believed that no one would marry the Malfoy heir—considering how the family had fallen during the Second Wizarding War—but turns out they had been wrong. And despite how they felt, everyone seemed to be happy about the wedding and for the happy couple. Everyone that is, except for one Hermione Granger.
Hermione was sitting at home, drinking directly out of a bottle of Firewhiskey, the burning of the alcohol doing little to numb the pain she felt in her heart. Draco was getting married today. He was going to marry the witch that he had chosen over her. He was going to marry her and keep up the façade that he always did just to not bring any more dishonor and disappointment on his family name, on his family. It was all for the best though, and she wanted to be happy for Draco. She really did, but she couldn't be, and she wasn't. And here she was now, pathetically feeling sorry for herself and angry for being bothered by the wedding that was to happen.
She knew this was going to happen, had always known it would. The signs had always been there, the signs of Draco not willing to try to be with her for real. He couldn't be with her, and he had probably also lied about caring about her too. In all the time—years—that they had spent together, it was only now that she realized that none of it was real, that she more than likely meant nothing to him. All the personal issues that had been cleared up between them were a lie. His whispered words of endearment and love were a lie. He had used her, and she had let him.
Another of many sobs escaped Hermione's throat, more tears streaming down her face before she took another long swig of Firewhiskey. Slamming the bottle down on the table, Hermione put her head in her hands and couldn't help but wonder, wonder when exactly did this all start. Where had it all gone wrong? Had she set herself up for failure from the start? And yet, with all these questions swirling in her head in her misery, only two questions kept repeating themselves to her, two that needed answers, and yet she already knew the answers to them.
Why couldn't she be enough? Why was she not good enough?
Author's Note: Hi, you guys! I'm back again with another DracoxHermione multichapter story. I hope you all will like this one and stay tuned for more to come of it in the future. The next chapter will take place not necessarily as a flashback, but more so as a starting point of events, and what follows will help lead to present day, as is this first chapter. I hope that isn't too confusing and that you enjoy the story as you follow along. Therefore, buckle up kids. Let the ride begin. XOXO, SehunsBae37.