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Draco's POV

Why?

Why?

Why the fuck is it always my life that gets messed up?

I finally found someone that I could love, and then my parents get to tell me that I can't possibly be with her. I always knew this would be coming, but why now? Couldn't they have waited until I told her about my love and then we would have bee engaged, or better yet, married?

Nope.

Yeah, sure it had only been six weeks, but she was perfect, and I loved her, I still do, even after watching her heart break when I told her we couldn't be together. Maybe I should've told her about myself, my real name, magic, and the old customs, but even then we would never be able to be together. I could never give her more then what we already had, and she deserves more, she deserves the whole fucking world.

I would have never believed that me, the great Draco Malfoy could fall in love with a muggle, but I did, and now I have to leave her behind. And fuck them all because I couldn't I didn't even have the guts to listen to anything she would have to say after I left, I don't even know if she loves me back. Even if she did, she probably doesn't now.

I ransack my flat for the letter I had gotten three days ago from my mom that marked my death, the death of my one true relationship, even with all the secrets; and the death of any feelings I could've had for anyone else.

Dear Draco,

I'm sorry for what happened with your father and I before you left, but we have found her, and once we have made contact with her, the wedding plans with her, I'm sorry if you have found someone else, but you know what will happen if you take it any further, so I hope you haven't yet, we expect you to come the Pansy's wedding in eleven days.

-Your Mother

Of course mother I know what will happen.

Stupid pureblood traditions, I mean really, betrothed before birth?

Bollocks, bollocks, it'a all bullocks.

And it just had to be someone that's been missing for practically two decades.

And Pug-faced Parkinson's sister, I mean if their sisters, she can;t probably look better than Pansy herself, but Harmony, she was perfect, is prefect, and I will always envy the man that ends up with her.

And who the hell came up with the idea that the two that re betrothed can't have sex with anyone except for each other? Well, you can shag anyone else you want, but they'll die within the next twenty-four hours.

After the war, everything was fine and dandy, everyone assumed that my betrothed was dead when she didn't turn up during the war, everyone just assumed that the Parkinson's had reached out to her, only to have their letter come back to them, untouched. And I was told that I could marry whoever I wanted to, but my parents got into a fight, my mom said I could date whoever I wanted to, my father said it had o be a pureblood, or maybe a half-blood. And me, who had a crush on Hermione Granger was depressed, and after she left the country, I got fed up with my parent's bickering and left the Wizarding World.

On my second week there, I saw her, sitting in the bakery, early in the morning, and took my chance. She was beautiful, perfection. And the more I got to know her over the few weeks I got to know her, I could see that behind the beauty, there was and even more beautiful soul. And I could see myself living with a muggle, she was too prefect to walk out on.

I love her.

Then my mom sent the fifty-nine word death sentence.

"We have found her."

I don't bloody care, why can't you just un-find her?

But I really have no choice, I'll meet her at the wedding, if she comes, and if she's a good person, ten I'll just live the rest of my life out in misery with her, making her miserable to, if she's not so pleasant, then I'm considering killing myself the muggle way. Who cares if she's my supposed "soulmate?" Harmony is my soulmate, I love her, the betrothal magic was wrong.

I say fuck that bullshit.

So while thinking about all this, I released all my pent up anger the muggle way, and y the time I was done, there wasn't a single piece if furniture that wasn't overturned, nor an object that wasn't broken into a million pieces.

When I was done I sat in the middle of the rubble and brought my knees up to my chest and cried, for the first time since sixth year. And I didn't, couldn't stop until sunrise.

A/N Yup, this is really late in the day, but I might have been too busy reading other fics to post! And I forgot, sort of slips my mind till the last minute. Hope you liked it, and since I'm bored and looking for criticism, the first person to review this chapter gets to choose a plot for a Dramione one-shot, and I'll write it! Dark, or not, only has to be Dramione and I'll write it! R & R

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