"I'm glad you made it." He smiled weakly.
Judging by the dark circles and stubble on his chin; it was all he could manage.
"Draco, you've been drinking again."
"Yeah. There's no one around to stop me."
Her eyebrows knitted together in a painful expression.
"How have you been Mione?"
"I've been well;" she lied through her teeth… "Ron keeps me happy."
At that moment she wanted nothing more than to look him in the eye and tell him how miserable she was. How she would remember every moment they shared; in her dreams. In her reality. She wanted to tell him how he haunted her, reminding her of her sham of a marriage. His voice echoed in her mind when she wanted nothing more than to wallow in her own misery.
"Run away with me."
She smiled softly; "you haven't changed a bit."
"Neither have you if you think I can't tell when you're lying."
"I'm a married woman now Draco. I have a duty towards Ron."
"I hate it when you say his name."
He clenched his jaw; his eyes shutting in response to the stimulus.
"Do you still love me?"
"I'm a Malfoy Mione, I'm stubborn. I don't think I can stop."
He leaned against the brick wall, resting his hands on his knees for a moment before releasing a suppressed wrath upon it. Punching it with a force only a former quidditch player could possess. Tiny pieces crumbled onto the marble floor along with drops of blood.
"God Draco why do you do this to youself?"
Horror lined her voice as she clutched his hand delicately. She held it against her chest; ignoring the crimsom liquid that stained her gown. His intense gaze met her own for a moment.
"It's the only way I can feel anything anymore…. Why didn't you marry me instead?"
She removed a black handkerchief from her handbag.
"Sometimes you can't have things your way Draco."
"Does he know that you have a heart shaped birthmark on your collar bone?"
"Draco please don't start this."
"Tell me Mione, does he know that you have a scar on your thigh from falling off a broom, and that's why you're scared of flying? Does he even know that your eyes aren't just brown; that they have specks of green in them?
"Stop it godamnit. Just stop it. I didn't agree to come out here so you could remind me of what a shitty human being I am."
"Then why did you come out here Mrs. Weasley? To check up on me; to see if I'm still alive?"
She pinched the bridge of her nose, inhaling sharply.
"I came out here to say goodbye... I want you out of my life Draco. You're making it so fucking hard to move on."
She didn't want to say it, but she did. She had to. The longer she lingered, the harder it would be to forget him.
The longer she would cry at night.
He pulled his hand from her own, gently smiling as he did so. He clenched his jaw before pulling her into a passionate kiss. Her hands rested on the sides of his chisled face while his remained clenched at his sides. Neither wanted the kiss to end; knowing well that this could be their last. The kiss itself wasn't painful, but what it represented was. Once it was over the heartache would be overwhelming. Unbearable.
"I won't question your reasons Mione, but I give up. I've learned that I can't win against you."
He chuckled softly; it was a broken laugh, something one would associate with a broken man. The former Slitheryn rested his forehead against the wall; hands resting on either side.
"Just go."
He heard her heels click against the marble. Once she left, he studied the black handkerchief, it was embroidered with an M. She had kept it for all these year. How ironic.
Cruel Fate, that hast hence, liv'd
To place thy Will upon my lonely self.
And long have I, in Joy and Love, believ'd
All in vain, for all I do is cry and wane.
The girl that Thou hast o'erthrown,
Was mine, but Thou hast let her goe.
To leave my soule, in paine, and all alone.
Thou leav'st me in direst misery, and rejoic'st.
Now, let mee goe as well, the Paine is miserly.
-John Donne
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