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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.


Six Degrees of Separation

- The Script "Six degrees of Separation

First, you think the worst is a broken heart

It still hurt. Blaise couldn't cheer him up. Checking out different girls at various bars didn't help either. He didn't want them. He wasn't interested. Which, for Draco, was really strange. He was a so called womanizer, he usually didn't have a problem going from one woman to the next. But he didn't feel like it anymore, he was just not up for it.

He felt tired, his splitting headache wasn't helping him either and he had completely lost his appetite along the way. His mother tried getting him to eat some food but he kept avoiding it, not even trying to get something in. He knew she was worried about him. She didn't know what had been going on in Hawaii between him and Hermione. If she knew, she would hate him for it.

This pain was the worst he had ever felt. He hated himself for feeling so weak, so stupid. Feeling heartbroken over some girl. A muggle girl at that.

There were 2 days left before he would be returning to Hogwarts, hopefully that would give him the distraction he needed. Although he doubted it. Tomorrow he would go to Diagon Alley to shop for his new school items. Tomorrow would also be the day that he had a private meeting with the Dark Lord himself. His parents were excited beyond everything. Draco was just afraid. His dad had told him before his summer break that he would get an important task this year and tomorrow he would finally hear what this task was going to be. He didn't want to know.

What's gonna kill you is the second part

She was broken. She had returned to her mom and upon arrival at the airport she flung into the arms of her mother and just cried. She was exhausted. How could a silly summer love have such an effect on her?

After a lot of talking with her mother, about her summer, about Draco, she finally felt like she could breathe again. Although just a little. She might see him again next summer. Perhaps he would be visiting Hawaii again and they would meet again. Or at least, that is what she was telling herself to get herself through the days.

She tried to distract her mind from thinking about Draco by reading new books and going out with her friends. But no matter how hard she tried, it was the nights that she dreaded the most. It killed her to be laying there, alone and broken. She was lucky if she could get 3 hours of sleep. But most nights she would just stare at the ceiling, holding her pillow and just letting the tears fall down her cheeks.

It didn't help either when her mom had made the decision to move back to England as the papers were full of some new kind of evil that was growing in the wizarding world. Her mom had kept up to date with Hermione's world by reading her news paper. The famous -supposed to be dead - wizard 'Voldermort' was back and was supposedly creating an army. No one was safe. Certainly not Hermione as she wasn't pureblood, not even half blood. Her mother felt Hermione would probably be safest if she were to go to Hogwarts, a school were the wise professor Dumbledore was headmaster. A man whom Voldermort had always feared. Hermione should be safe there. Protected.

Hermione hated the thought that she would be leaving her friends at her own school, not to mention her muggle friends in France. But she knew that she wouldn't be able to argue with her mother about this. It was just 2 more years of school. Then Hermione could do whatever she wanted and live wherever she wanted.

And the third, Is when your world splits down the middle

Draco was standing between his parents as they just had their meeting with the Dark Lord. Draco hated the man who was probably going to ruin his life in the following year. He would be a key person in a big project and Draco was required to do some terrible things. He wasn't sure if he was going to do it. He wasn't even sure if he would be even able to do it. The Dark Lord required him to kill his professor. The almighty Albus Dumbledore. He was sure he wasn't going to succeed. The Dark Lord thought otherwise. They had cooked up a plan that Draco had to set in motion, starting today as he was supposed to arrange some business in Diagon Alley later today. From there on, Draco was left on his own to sort things out. If he were to fail… God, he didn't want to think about it.

It would be the end of him, of his parents, of their lives. He couldn't handle this on top of his heartbreak. He didn't know what to focus on anymore, Hermione or his task. He couldn't do both. He needed some kind of distraction. He needed someone to get his mind off of stuff. God, he needed help, he wasn't sure if he could ever do this.

And fourth, you're gonna think that you fixed yourself

Well, life was going to continue on. Even if she sometimes felt that it stood still. Hermione and her mother had moved into a small apartment just outside of London. They wouldn't be needing a bigger space as Hermione would be staying at Hogwarts for most part of the year. Unpacking her stuff had felt unreal. Her life was going to be so different now. Her parents were now officially separated, a new school, new friends to make, a boy to get out of her head. It was going to be a challenge, but she was sure that she was going to be able to handle it.

As she was unpacking one of her boxes she came across a picture that was taken this summer. Just a regular muggle picture, it didn't move. But the picture had moved her. Draco was laughing hard and was watching her as she had just spit out her coca cola from laughing so hard. Her dad must have made the picture of them. They looked happy, although it was just 2 days before he had left her. She looked at the picture, at the beautiful boy, wondering if she was ever going to see him again. She smiled weakly as she put the picture on her clothes that were already neatly packed to bring with her to Hogwarts. She had to take him with her. 2 days left and her new life was going to start. 2 days left to cry over Draco. 2 days left to sulk. She would allow it for 2 days. Then she would move on, go on with her life.

Fifth, you see them out with someone else

"Pansy." He growled as she bit his neck. He needed this. He needed physical contact. He needed to feel something, something better than the horrid feeling that he was alone. Cause he was. Alone. The realization had now dawn on him. He had always been alone. Sure, his parents were there and he knew his mom tried her best to be there for him. But the three of them were stuck in a world where they were being told what to do. No freedom whatsoever.

"Touch me, Draco." She had whispered in his ear and he tried to imagine it was someone else's voice. Her voice. He looked at Pansy and he just shook his head. Pansy just had to do. He had to settle for less. This was his world, muggles weren't supposed to be in it and he just had to face facts and move on with his life.

"I'm going to fuck you senseless, woman." He said as he threw her on his bed. He was going to lose his mind tonight, not think about her. Just lose himself in the girl that was laying naked in front of him. Willing to give her all to him. He was never giving her his all. He had to put up his wall again. There was no way that it was going to come down again.

And the sixth, is when you admit that you may have fucked up a little

Pansy clung to him like she would never, for the life of her, let go of him. They were seated in the Great Hall of Hogwarts. The first year students were just divided into their new houses. As Professor Dumbledore stood up to probably make his opening speech, Draco couldn't help but ignore the old man. He couldn't look at him. He felt guilty just being here.

He had probably missed something very important as his Slytherin housemates were now whispering among themselves. He looked up and saw a girl standing in front of Dumbledore, her back to him.

"Hey Pans, Who's that?" He whispered to Pansy who was still clinging onto his arms.

"New girl." Pansy whispered back at him as she tried to look at the girl by almost straining her neck. "She is transferring here from France. She is going to be in our year but needs to be sorted into a house."

"Did you see her?" Draco asked as he himself tried to get a better look at the new girl. She's got a nice figure, nice ass.

Pansy must have sensed him looking at the girl. "Yes, oh, but she's hideous. I just saw her face" Pansy said and just as she said it the girl stepped up onto the stage to have the sorting hat be put on his head. Draco was in shock. She wasn't ugly. She wasn't ugly at all. It was her. His heart stopped for a second. She's a witch?


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