Authors Note:

Thank you all for reading and reviewing! Hope you are enjoying the book!

Bonnie x

Goodbye, my love

I came to a familiar corner where a small shop was tucked down an alleyway. The grey bricks and beaten up doors lead me to a shop I knew. I opened the door and the bell tingled with excitement of a customer. The woman popped up from behind the cash register and her eyes widened with joy.

"Welcome back, dear!" she smiled and I walked up to her, she observed me and shook her head.

"Caught in the rain, I see." The lady laughed and I just nodded, not telling her about my depression or idea of suicide. My body was shaking, my mind was shaking and so were my words.

"Can I ask you something?" I croaked, I hadn't spoken to anyone in a week. Not since I saw my father die, not at the funeral, in the streets, to my mother… No one.

"Of course, darling!" Her hand reached out to comfort mine, I was ice-cold and pale. I still felt the icy water piercing my skin, sending shivers all over my body.

"Is it possible to watch memories that you have never experienced before?" My mind flashing back to my vision of Hermione in pain, it made me clutch my chest. My heart pumped viciously, trying to escape the flesh.

"Did you have a vision of what you believe, was your past?" Her eyes becoming wildly excited then turning darker and concerned.

"I had a vision where she was in pain, I was standing there and she was in pain." I broke down into tears, realizing my life was becoming a mess. I had no one to support me, no one even cared.

"I left my fiancée, my father has died, I am on the verge of depression and I just don't know what to do anymore." The lady came over and hugged me, I broke down into her arms and cried uncontrollably.

"You just hold on dear. Life is worth living, just breathe. Perhaps travel, get away from London and all of your painful memories and visions." She comforted me, I could feel her positive energy vibrate off of her and decided that I need to get a grip of my life.

"Thank you, really." I embraced her and finally left the shop. I stayed away from the river and went back to my apartment. Bottles of alcohol were scattered throughout it, clothes lay on the dusty floor, the curtains were shut and the television was still on.

I opened the curtains and began throwing away all of the abandoned bottles of alcohol. I then began to clean and sort through my things, making me feel so much better. Eventually, I sat down with a cup of coffee and a novel and let all my problems disappear.

Knock, knock.

My ears pricked to the noise and I slowly shut the novel in which I had been consumed in. The sun was setting and the streets of London became busy with people returning to their homes. I placed the novel down and stood up, inching slowly to the door. I thought that it was my mother, coming to apologize for her hatred being shot at me.

I decided not to look through the door hole and opened the door, expecting my mother to run into my arms. But no, it was not my mother. It was Hermione.

"Hermione?" I croaked up, my voice breaking with every letter of her name.

"Hi Draco." She forced a half-smile and looked deeply into my eyes, a connection forming once more.

"What are you doing here?" I questioned, realizing that I was still hurt by her rejection and her not stopping Ron after he beat me up.

"Can I come in?" Hermione walked through the door and rubbed her hands on her washed out jeans with a loud sigh.

"Draco, when you said you felt connected to me. I thought you were absurd. Then I began replaying my memories from when I first met you at the Yule Ball. Remember how I asked if we had met? Well, I too, feel this…connection. And when you got cold feet at your wedding and our eyes met, I had this sudden sharp bolt of pain which ran through me. And then a bolt of affection and when Ron was beating you up, it was as if someone was stabbing my heart. And when I saw you at your father's funeral, I felt awful…You have probably been so heartbroken and I haven't been here for you."

Tears came to her eyes, her words spilling out. She shook her head, noticing that she probably sounded absurd as well. I just stared blankly at the girl who had called me a psycho and the girl who had made me leave my fiancée.

"Draco, I left Ron," her words breaking into tiny pieces, "I care so much for you and I need you in my life. It's absolutely insane, but I think I love you."

I was gobsmacked by her confession and I felt exactly the same. My feet moved towards her and my arms wrapped around her petite figure. Our grip was tight on each other and our lips met, sending an electric bolt through my body.

A sudden pain, that was much to excruciating to even imagine. My mind twisting into a vision of Hermione and me standing in a tower.

"Don't you understand? I have to do this."

"I understand, Draco. I love you."

"I love you too." Her tears were spilling and her body shook uncontrollably.

"Avada Kedavra!" Hermione let out a blood curdling screech and fell to the ground. I ran to her and held my everything in my arms.

"Why God? Why?" I screamed out in pain, my heart being smashed into smithereens.

I pulled away, my body froze and I stared at Hermione who looked confused.

"Draco?"

"I- I- I- I'm sorry I can't do this. I can't hurt you again." I cried and grabbed my coat, making my way for the door.

"Again? Draco, stop!" Her hand wrapping tightly around my forearm, her eyes piercing mine with confusion and curiosity of my absurd behaviour.

"I love you."

"Draco!" Hermione screeched and ran after me, I apparated into thin air, leaving a heartbroken Hermione behind.