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IV. Chapter

Even thou percent of alcohol were pretty high in his bloodstream which would usually lead toward good old unconsciousness but, unfortunately for Draco, crazy thoughts and memories tormented him more than he would ever be willing to confess.

He hated her and yet he couldn't forget the smell of her skin or sound of her tears. Getting over love? No problem. But trying to forget and live after spending so many incanting moments with love of your love, now that was a problem.

Draco maybe was a Slytherin thru and thru but deep down he knew that entire blame for failure of their marriage was on their hands. He drank too much, she didn't want to relax and she saw their marriage as a mistake … but they loved each other and why that wasn't enough, he never could guess.

Flashback

Draco returned few days early from the mission all joyful. He missed his wife more than he was willing to confess but he simply couldn't wait to see her.

In first moment he didn't even suspect than anything bad is going on. He apparated in their bedroom not noticing anything weird that was going on and immediately he went to bathroom to shower and change. That was most likely his first and last mistake. Draco Malfoy always saw what he wanted to see and that was it.

Something was little bit off when he thru sop saw lack of half hair products in the locker. First thought that went thru his head that Hermione decided to remove half of her crap and switch it with something that actually worked. That idea amused him until he went to join Hermione in their bedroom to thrill her with his perfect body covered only by small towel but when he saw, on the floor by their bed, luggage he simply stood shocked.

"Honey, where are you traveling and why am I not invited with you?"

She stood by the door all in white looking so beautiful and determinate. Hermione didn't raise her head from the floor like she was going to say something he didn't what to hear. Draco felt goose bumps all over his body and fear that practically chocked him.

"It is over."

In those three words he could hear his heart getting broken, tossed on the floor and stomped with his wife's favorite red high heels. Life was a bitch and few seconds ago he realized that, unfortunately, one more time in his life.

"I'm tired. Tired of fights, tired of waiting for you to remember me, tired of wanting something more, tired of being bad wife…We maybe love each other but we destroy everything that we created."

Her cheek seemed to be wet from tears but her voice seemed so strong. Everything she said she meant. "Draco, we are starting to resent each other our own marriage. I could deal with many things in life" Hermione raised her head and looked him straight in the eyes "but never with hating you. I love you too much for that."

She got up from the bed. She took her stuff and when she was about to leave a room, Hermione turned around like she was waiting for something. But Draco just looked at her practically without a word.

"I'm sorry."

With those words in the air, she left.

End of flashback

That wasn't the last time they so each other. Every time they saw each other they argued, insulted each other, blackmailed, hurt each other more than words can say but that day his heart broke. That day he stopped living and started to survive.

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Yes, I know it's painfully short but it needs to be like that. Next chapter, people, will be so long that you will put me on your list (if you do such a list) 'Too annoying to like' or something like that. And I do feel that meeting between Draco and Hermione deserves special chapter.

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