A/N: I'm so sorry if it took me so long to upload this very short chapter. I've been so exhausted in the past couple of days and my mind went blank when I started working on Hermione's side of the story. This chapter was supposed to have Draco and Hermione's side, but I haven't quite finished Hermione's thoughts and decided to split it into two chapters. So basically this is just Eva and Draco talking.

I might upload Hermione's side in a day or two since its almost done. I'm just waiting to see if something better pops up in my mind since I'm not so satisfied with the current one.

PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE review and make me a little bit happy! I've had crappy days lately.

oh! and i don't own harry potter.

Draco was lying flat on his back with his arms under his head, staring blankly at the ceiling. He had done it many times before out of boredom, but this time around he was wondering if he was being punished for his past transgressions. Was there even some higher being out there passing judgment on him? If there was, then fuck it. Why did it have to bring Hermione into his life, only to take her away? Fate was mocking him and there was nothing he could do about it.

That day he came back to his empty room and realized that she'd found him out, he immediately grabbed his wand on the floor and apparated to her cottage. The door was unlocked so he ventured inside. It looked the same since the last time he had been there; the only difference was her personal effects were gone. Gone were the pictures that were adorned all over the place, books missing from their shelves, little reminders of her disappeared. Gone was the homey feel of the house he had come to love over the days he'd spent with her there. It was nothing more than a house, cold and empty.

He headed to her room and saw her empty closet. She was gone. He fell back on her bed, smelling her familiar scent of orchids and coconut. She was in his arms just hours ago, yet he was missing her already. But he had no one else to blame, he knew it was his fault. He should have told her. He wanted to go after her, but he was still afraid of the things waiting for him back in his old life. He sighed, defeated. Draco Malfoy is and always will be a coward.

He knew he mucked it up really bad when he saw the flowers on the night stand. She kept every single one he'd given her, enchanting it to stay as beautiful as it was the day she received it.

He could feel his heart constrict. It was as if someone was holding it tightly in their hands, impeding blood flow, suffocating it. Was he having a heart attack? No, he was pretty sure he wasn't, but his heart was breaking and it was entirely his fault, and he was sure that she was hurting more for his deception. He'd lost her forever, hadn't he?

Draco was broken from his reverie when he heard footsteps coming down to the basement. He closed his eyes, pretending to be asleep knowing that it was probably just Margarette checking up on him. He'd told her that he wasn't feeling well and she'd been caring for him non-stop. She would bring down food for him or just offer to sit with him if he'd like. She was very kind and he was thankful for her concern, but he just wanted to be alone, to wallow in self-pity by himself.

"I know you're awake." She said as she sat down on the edge of his bed.

"What are you doing here?" He knew she was going to lecture him, she always did, but he tried to act indifferent. Being the Slytherin that he was, he didn't want anybody seeing him vulnerable.

"Margarette called me and told me you hadn't left your room in three days. She said she tried everything to cheer you up, but you were too depressed. She figured you needed a friend so that's why I'm here." He continued to stare at the ceiling, ignoring her presence.

"Look, Draco…I'm sorry about the fight we had…especially for walking out like that after we promised not to. You may hate me for it, but I was only looking after your best interests. Like I said, I want you to be happy. You've sacrificed a lot already. Be selfish."

"Wait—what? You want me to be selfish?" He sat up abruptly and looked at her, making sure he had heard her right.

"You know what I mean." She chuckled at his expression. "Way to break the moment, but at least you're acknowledging me now."

He looked at his best friend and gave an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry…"

"That's alright, wording error on my part."

"No, I meant about the fight. I shouldn't have walked away either. I should have listened to you."

"Blame it on that stubborn Malfoy pride."

"I guess I'm still the same git after all these years."

"You know you aren't so please stop saying that. And besides, if you were she wouldn't have given you the time of day."

"She wouldn't have if I didn't lie about having amnesia."

"Oh stop being such a wuss! She fell in love with you despite your past, despite what you've done to her in school, despite who you are. She fell in love with you even though she thought that it wouldn't last because she figured once you regained your memory, you would probably go back to hating her. But she fell in love with you anyway even though she knew she would get hurt in the end." Hermione of course, shared her feelings about the whole relationship with Eva and she figured that telling him would probably boost his somehow (over the years, post war) deflated ego.

Draco looked at her and raised one perfectly arched brow.

"Because that's the way she is. She looks past the bad and takes a risk to find the good. You know how analytical she is, analyzing everything to the very detail. And you know what, she probably thought that you were a bad idea, but she went for it anyway. She forgave you for everything, Draco. It's time you forgive yourself too."

"Bloody Gryffindors…I messed it up really bad, hadn't I?" He said, finally sitting up and looking to his best friend.

"If you had listened to me years ago when I told you a year after the war to make a move on her, then we wouldn't be in this mess now, would we?"

"We?" He asked her, confusion marring his handsome face. She smiled at his child-like innocence, despite knowing his cunningly evil side.

"Yes, we. We stick together, Draco. You and I." She squeezed his hand, telling him without words that she would always be there for him, no matter what. "Is she really gone?"

He didn't have to answer; she could see everything on his face.

"Did you try talking to her? Send her an owl at least? "

"What's the point? You know she'll never forgive me."

"The keyword there is try. You never know what could happen." He shrugged her off and was startled when she suddenly pushed him off of the bed.

"What the hell was that for?"

"To knock some sense into you, of course. Where's the egotistical, self-assured, confident Draco Malfoy that always gets what he wants? The Draco I knew would never stop until get what he wants and if he didn't get it, he simply didn't stop trying until he did."

"Left him back in London."

"Then let's go!" Eva excitedly pulled his arm, trying to get him moving. He finally stood up and crossed his arms across his chest.

"What?"

"Are you daft? I said let's go. Back to London. To get the girl! I think it's about time…let's go home, Draco."

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