Chapter 12 – Gone.

Madam Pompfrey had put a sleeping spell on Hermione; she didn't need to suffer through the next few days. The whole time Hermione was asleep Draco sat with her, never moving. He hasn't slept in the last 3 days, ignoring all attempts from Poppy and McGonagall. Every day, at least 3 times a day, he would kiss her hand and mumble, "I love you Hermione."

Day 5

Hermione's eyes started to flutter open; Draco and Madam Pompfrey sat up immediately.

"Hermione?" Draco asked hopefully.

She groaned and looked over at him, "D-Draco?" She croaked.

"Here, drink this." Said poppy as she brought a cup of soup to Hermione's lips. She drank it willingly and leaned back down. She looked over at Draco once again, "Draco?"

"Yeah?" He said, leaning forward, taking her hand in his and giving it a small squeeze.

"W-What happened?"

The room fell silent, he couldn't… he just couldn't. He looked down in shame, slowly moving his hand away from Hermione's. She quickly became worried. Hermione snapped her head around as she heard poppy ask, "Miss Granger, what was the last thing you remember?"

Hermione thought for a moment, "I… I was going out, away for the weekend. I was talking to Draco and then…" She trailed off as she remembered the rest. She clutched a hand over her gaping mouth, tears running freely down her cheek as she started to sob. Draco didn't look up; it would break him even more if he did.

"I'll give you two some privacy." Poppy announced as she closed the door behind her.

Hermione continued to cry softly until, "Draco… I'm sorry…" Draco looked up at her last comment.

"What?"

"I'm sorry… I'm so sorry…" She sobbed, her head in hands.

Malfoy reached up and gently pulled her hands away from her face, causing her to look up with teary eyes, "Why? You shouldn't be sorry-"

"Yes. I should! I'm sorry I didn't tell you I just wanted to deal with it and then forget or at least act as if it never happened. I just… I'm sorry."

"Don't be-"

"WHY NOT?! I deserve to hate myself, I'm wrong, something is wrong with me! Why do bad things keep happening to me? Why? Why is it always me?!"

He tried to calm her down, "I know it's been rough with Voldemort and everything Harry had dragged you into but that's all over now-"

"I'M NOT TALKING ABOUT THAT! I'M TALKING ABOUT VICTOR!"

"What?"

Hermione fell quiet, knowing she'd said too much. She stared down at her hands, her face blank.

"Hermione, what happened with Victor?" Draco asked worriedly.

She stayed quiet.

"Hermione what happened?" He sounded slightly desperate, "Hermione-"

"Mr Malfoy, I believe Miss Granger needs her rest." Poppy said as she re-entered the room.

He ignored her, "What happened?!"

Hermione slightly flinched, but he persisted, "What did Victor do?!"

"Mr Malfoy! Leave. Now." Madam Pompfrey ordered.

Draco looked at Hermione for a moment, hesitating, before he stood up and stormed out.

…

It's been two days since Hermione woke up and Draco hadn't seen her once. He was now standing outside her door anxiously. 'You can do this. You can do this.' He made three quick knocks on her door and waited. For a moment there was silence and then the shuffling of feet. The door slowly opened showing a teary eyed Hermione, 'she's been crying again.'

She wiped at her tears hastily, "What do you want Malfoy?!" She snapped.

Draco suddenly shoved his hands in his pockets nervously, "I was… I was wondering how you were."

"Does it matter?!"

Now he was getting pissed, "Yes! It does actually! So, HOW THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!?" He immediately regretted it.

She crossed her arms and slammed the door in his face. 'Shit!' He knocked on the door again, "Go away!" She cried.

"Hermione, let me in… please, we need to talk."

There was a moment of silence before the door opened once again. The both just stood there for a moment, neither knowing what to do, "Well… are you coming in or what?"

The corner of his mouth twitched up, "What."

She smiled slightly and rolled her eyes, "Shut up and come in." Her voice was cheerier than before but not by much. He was pleased that he was the reason she was smiling again.

He walked in but stopped midway, looking around at the empty draws and half packed bags, "What are you doing?" He asked gesturing to the bags.

She closed the door and made her way over to the bags and continued packing, "I'm moving out." She answered coldly.

"What? Why?"

"Because I… I just… I can't stay here-"

"Why the hell not?!"

She snapped her head towards him, "Because I can't! Not after everything! … Honestly? I need to get away from you."

This broke him, his heart felt like it was being ripped out of his chest, tears threatened to fall, "But… I love you, you can't go, WE LOVE EACH OTHER!" He was slightly hysterical.

"DO WE?! HOW DO WE KNOW? WE'VE NEVER GONE ON A DATE, WE DON'T TALK THAT MUCH! Maybe… maybe it's not love, maybe its just… lust."

"Lust? No. This is love, I've been in lust this is different, trust me, I love you, we're in love, trust me!" He pleaded.

"How can I? Why should I?"

"But-"

"No! Just STOP! I can't do this! I can't stay here! I just want everything to go back to normal and by normal I mean before we ever touched in the hallway. When we spent out days hating and insulting each other, not screwing each other senseless. I just… I just need to get you OUT of my system." She zipped up her last bag and turned to him.

They stared at each other for a moment, neither wanting to say anything. She picked up two bags and walked over to him, leaning forward and softly kissing his cheek. "Goodbye Draco. I will send the house elves to get the rest of my things." With that she left.

As he heard the door close he collapsed to his knees, tears trickling down his face. 'She's gone.'

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