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Flames to dust, Lovers to friends, Why do all good things come to an end?
– Nelly Furtado 'All good things (come to an end)'

Hermione woke up the next morning feeling well rested and tired at the same time. She had an amazing night with Draco. Having felt perfectly safe in his arms while they were laying right next to each other in her bed. He had been amazing, touching her in all the right places, taking his time and making sure she really wanted it. Oh, how she had wanted it. Him.

As she looked to her left, she expected to see Draco laying right next to her. But except for her, the bed was empty. She sat up straight, expecting to see him in her room. But he wasn't there. Had he left? He wouldn't do that to her right? Not after what had happened between them last night. She felt like crying, though she knew it was foolish. He was probably downstairs or in the bathroom or something.

As she got out of bed in a hurry she swiftly pulled on some sweats and a shirt and hurriedly walked downstairs.

In the kitchen she found her father making breakfast as the smell of bacon and eggs filled her nose. "Good morning honey." Her father said and smiled sweetly at her. She gave him a small smile in return and looked around in search for Draco.

"Sleep well?" He asked her. "Uhuh." Hermione said as an answer and walked to the living room, which she soon found empty. No Draco. Where is he?

"I'm sorry I got home so late last night. I had a late meeting with my accountant. Did you have a good time with Draco?" Her father continued as Hermione walked back into the kitchen and took her usual seat at their breakfast table.

"Yes, I did." Hermione replied. "I had a great time." She even smiled a sad smile as she once again remembered her time with Draco.

"Good." Her dad said and settled a plate with her breakfast in front of her and kissed her forehead. "I'm going to have to get going again."

Hermione looked up at her dad and saw some guilt in his eyes. "I'm sorry honey, I promise to have some free time in the coming 2 weeks. I know Draco is leaving soon." He kissed her cheek, grabbed his suitcase and was gone. Hermione was left on her own.

She ran upstairs, turned the shower on, undressed and stepped inside the shower. It was there that she finally let the tears fall. He had left her. He had left her and she didn't know why.

He had been afraid to wake her up as he snuck out of her bedroom at 7 in the morning. He had said his silent goodbye to her while she was still fast asleep. He had barely slept, over thinking his life, over thinking his 'relationship' with the girl that was in the same bed as him. She had changed him. Changed him and if that was for the better he didn't know. All he did know that he was leaving in 48 hours, back to England and he wasn't able to say goodbye to her. He couldn't handle all the emotional stuff, he had never been good at it. He had decided sometime during the night when he was awake and was just looking at her that this was their goodbye. She was so beautiful as her hair was a wild mess on her pillow. This girl still looked beautiful even after their night together.

Why was he such a chicken? Why did he fled? He didn't know. Or he did, but didn't want to admit it to himself. All he knew was that Hermione would be waking up any moment now and found out that he was gone. He just hoped she wouldn't be too angry. He had decided to send her a note later today, sending his apologies for leaving her like that.

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. Why was he suck a dick? This girl was worth more than a stupid goodbye letter. Especially after their night together. He just hoped that she didn't think he went away cause he 'got' what he came for. It was never about that with her. That's Draco from home, Draco Malfoy who attends Hogwarts and doesn't give a crap about other people's feelings. But he did care about hers. And that made her special.

He soon arrived at his own house, the house Hermione had never been at. She hadn't met his parents while she made sure that he had met her father. He could never tell her why he wasn't able to introduce her to his parents. She wasn't pureblood. Far from it. There was a time that this bothered him as well, but not with her. With her everything was different now.

Now it actually was convenient that she didn't know where he lived. This way she wouldn't be able to find him.

As he took his seat behind his desk he got out a paper and a muggle pen. He didn't want to write with his quil because muggles weren't used to it. He had a hard time writing the note, finding the right words. He was't sure what he should tell her, how to tell her how he felt. He wasn't the loving kind of guy. The romantic type with the pretty words. He was Draco Malfoy, straight forward. How to tell this girl that he had feelings for that he wouldn't be seeing her anymore? He sighed and leaned his head on his hand. He was lost for words.

As she unfolded the letter that had just arrived at her house, her heart already sank. She knew it was from him. She had crawled onto her bed, still unmade from their night together. She curled up on her side. Tears were falling from her eyes and she sniffed quietly. Her eyes gliding over his letter. His handwriting messy.

Dear Hermione,

I think you've figured it out by now and I hope you're not too mad at me. But I've already left the island and gone home to England. I'm not good with goodbyes. I never have been.

I want you to know that last night and the whole summer was special to me. Please believe me when I say I never planned to do this to you.

You're great, Hermione.

Goodbye for now.

- Draco

She reread the letter numerous of times. Each time his words seemed to sink in deeper. He had really left. And she wouldn't be able to say her goodbyes to him. She broke as tears were now pouring down her face. Their summer together was over.

...

Two days later and Draco and his parents apparated themselves back to the Malfoy Mansion. His summer holiday was officially over and he would be going back to school pretty soon now. Now all that was left to do was to go school shopping with his parents, something he would've normally looked forward to. But now he couldn't seem to set his mind to it. His mom had asked him on numerous of occasions what was going on with him in the past 2 days, but he had just waved it off and said he just wasn't feeling all to well. Probably the flu he had told her. Though he knew better.

It was her. He missed her. And he felt crazy foolish for even feeling it.

His Slytherin mate Blaise Zabini had sent him an owl, asking if they could go for some drinks later in the week. Normally he would've jumped the gun at any opportunity of hanging out with Blaise, drinking some butterbeers and even firewhiskey. But now all he could do was mope in his room. He didn't feel like doing anything. He would wake up every day at 12 o'clock, eat something, then spend the rest of the day flying his broom only to return home at 2 at night to get back to sleep. He wasn't his old self anymore.

It was only 3 days before Draco would be returning to Hogwarts that someone knocked on his bedroom door. Without Draco even saying a word the door opened and he saw Blaise walk into his room.

"Drake. How are you?" Blaise asked as he stepped forward and took a seat in Draco's comfortabe chair. Draco sighed and rolled over in his bed. "Leave me alone Blaise. I don't need this right now." He said irritated. He thought he had made it perfectly clear to Blaise that he didn't want to do anything. At least, not until school started. He agreed with himself that he could sulk as long as he was at home. He would become his old Hogwarts self the moment he would set foot on the train. Now was not that time.

"What's going on with you, mate?" Draco heard Blaise get out of the chair and walk around his room. Draco didn't even care and held his eyes closed.

"Look, I don't know you like this. I suggest we just get out, grab a couple of drinks and check out some girls." Blaise had neared Draco's bed and pulled the blankets off of Draco. "Hey!"Draco shouted and tried to pull the sheets back up.

"Come on Draco, get up... get dressed. Eat something and we'll get going." Blaise was now standing in front of his bed with his blanket, smirking. Draco could only grunt before giving in. Maybe moving on would be the best thing for him.