No Regrets
After their first date Hermione and Draco saw each other a couple more time, he had, after all, planned or not, to recover his borrowed cloak and always seemed to misplace something. He brought her out shopping one time and she'd returned with a new dress and from the wizarding shops some beautiful dress robes, but she'd bought these herself. It was a week later and she was planning to leave the next day. Her parents had left for Northern California, but she was sick of being out of the loop. All she wanted was to see her friends and to know what was going on. She'd gotten a letter almost everyday from Harry and she read them but only replied once or twice. She hadn't really been in the mood to reply. She'd finished all her work and it was now the end of July. She couldn't wait to get home.
She was currently sitting at a table reading the latest paper Harry had sent her. It was the Daily Prophet, not much had happened since Voldermort had returned. Harry had written that Lupin said that he was merely bidding his time. She sighed, flipping through but nothing caught her eye, standing she put it into the shoebox that contained all the letters from Harry, the two or so from Ron, the papers and magazines she'd collected here, and the rose that Draco had given her. It wasn't a real rose, but instead it was a carved wooden rose, perfectly detailed and hand painted. She had to admit she was impressed, he knew how to charm a girl. Placing the top on it she carried it to her suit case and tucked it in amongst her clothes. Hearing a knock at the door she smiled happily, expecting it to be room service returning with the dry cleaned dress that she'd sent down to be cleaned. Humming softly she opened the door and jumped.
"I wasn't expecting to see you…" she said, to Draco who was standing outside the door.
"Yeah well…I came to say goodbye. I'm going to miss you Moine," he said.
"You know…If anyone knew you were this nice you might have more friends," she said softly.
"Yeah, well don't go telling people. Don't want my old man to find out I have a soft spot for Mudbloods."
"Shut up," she said, but she saw the joking look in his eyes. "Look, I'm leaving tomorrow…And we'll probably never talk to each other again. I'm sorry Draco, but I think we both know it would never work. We're two totally different-"
"Sshh…I know," he put a finger to her lips. "I'll leave. You've made it apparent that we can't see each other," he said after a moment in a cold voice. Turning he walked to the elevator, he didn't meet her eyes again but let the doors close.
"Well that's it…I finally broke it off. Now things can go back to normal. It never would have worked out anyway," she said softly. Yet if this was the truth that why did she feel so horrible. She had a feeling in the pit of her stomach that she'd done the wrong thing after all. Closing the door softly behind her she leaned against it.
"No regrets Mione, you did the right thing…" She said to herself, trying to convince herself. Sighing once again she went to the bed and smoothed over the dress that she'd bought on her shopping expedition with Draco. A piece of parchment came to the surface, it was written in perfect cursive writing.
I'm really going to miss you Mione. I have no regrets on getting to know you.
-Draco
"Oh my god…" she said finally a tear sliding down her cheek. She placed the letter in the shoebox and then sank to the bed. "Oh no…What have I done."
That night she ordered what she'd come to know as 'Draco's drink'. Martini's. She ordered a couple and was pretty drunk by the time she fell onto the bed and passed out for the night. It really hadn't helped, it had made her think of Draco, which in turn had made her feel like even more of an idiot. But then, she had no regrets right? She'd had an awesome last week in America, and she'd gotten to know 'the enemy'.
After their first date Hermione and Draco saw each other a couple more time, he had, after all, planned or not, to recover his borrowed cloak and always seemed to misplace something. He brought her out shopping one time and she'd returned with a new dress and from the wizarding shops some beautiful dress robes, but she'd bought these herself. It was a week later and she was planning to leave the next day. Her parents had left for Northern California, but she was sick of being out of the loop. All she wanted was to see her friends and to know what was going on. She'd gotten a letter almost everyday from Harry and she read them but only replied once or twice. She hadn't really been in the mood to reply. She'd finished all her work and it was now the end of July. She couldn't wait to get home.
She was currently sitting at a table reading the latest paper Harry had sent her. It was the Daily Prophet, not much had happened since Voldermort had returned. Harry had written that Lupin said that he was merely bidding his time. She sighed, flipping through but nothing caught her eye, standing she put it into the shoebox that contained all the letters from Harry, the two or so from Ron, the papers and magazines she'd collected here, and the rose that Draco had given her. It wasn't a real rose, but instead it was a carved wooden rose, perfectly detailed and hand painted. She had to admit she was impressed, he knew how to charm a girl. Placing the top on it she carried it to her suit case and tucked it in amongst her clothes. Hearing a knock at the door she smiled happily, expecting it to be room service returning with the dry cleaned dress that she'd sent down to be cleaned. Humming softly she opened the door and jumped.
"I wasn't expecting to see you…" she said, to Draco who was standing outside the door.
"Yeah well…I came to say goodbye. I'm going to miss you Moine," he said.
"You know…If anyone knew you were this nice you might have more friends," she said softly.
"Yeah, well don't go telling people. Don't want my old man to find out I have a soft spot for Mudbloods."
"Shut up," she said, but she saw the joking look in his eyes. "Look, I'm leaving tomorrow…And we'll probably never talk to each other again. I'm sorry Draco, but I think we both know it would never work. We're two totally different-"
"Sshh…I know," he put a finger to her lips. "I'll leave. You've made it apparent that we can't see each other," he said after a moment in a cold voice. Turning he walked to the elevator, he didn't meet her eyes again but let the doors close.
"Well that's it…I finally broke it off. Now things can go back to normal. It never would have worked out anyway," she said softly. Yet if this was the truth that why did she feel so horrible. She had a feeling in the pit of her stomach that she'd done the wrong thing after all. Closing the door softly behind her she leaned against it.
"No regrets Mione, you did the right thing…" She said to herself, trying to convince herself. Sighing once again she went to the bed and smoothed over the dress that she'd bought on her shopping expedition with Draco. A piece of parchment came to the surface, it was written in perfect cursive writing.
I'm really going to miss you Mione. I have no regrets on getting to know you.
-Draco
"Oh my god…" she said finally a tear sliding down her cheek. She placed the letter in the shoebox and then sank to the bed. "Oh no…What have I done."
That night she ordered what she'd come to know as 'Draco's drink'. Martini's. She ordered a couple and was pretty drunk by the time she fell onto the bed and passed out for the night. It really hadn't helped, it had made her think of Draco, which in turn had made her feel like even more of an idiot. But then, she had no regrets right? She'd had an awesome last week in America, and she'd gotten to know 'the enemy'.