Okay! On with Chapter 2.

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Chapter 2

For the past two years, Draco had been forced to keep up appearances, for the sake of the Malfoy name. Graduate second in class, and disappear to marry the girl that his parents deemed appropriate to carry the name, and rightful heir. No one knew that Draco had already given his heart away, to the girl standing at the front of this little muggle church. Damn, he hadn't know for a long time. He loved her, oh yes, he loved her with his whole being every night for the past year, but he hadn't known he was giving away his heart, too. What a disaster his own marriage had become, Astoria wasn't even able to bear him children, let alone a male heir to the Malfoy fortune. She didn't even make love the way Hermione would. She didn't move, she didn't laugh, Astoria just had nothing on Hermione. It came to Draco wishing with every fiber of his being the it was Hermione wiggling beneath him as he thrust into her.

Stop this madness Draco. Mia, your Mia is getting married, today of all days-Tuesday. Exactly two years after he told her that he loved her. Two years after leaving her standing in the Astronomy Tower. Two years after breaking their hearts because he had to do the proper Malfoy thing. Two years, too late.

"Mione?" Draco hears the Weasel say, so he glanced up and realized that Hermione was lost in thought, missing a crucial part of her ceremony. He saw her look out into the crowded church, then back to Ron, to the minister, and to Harry. He saved her. But Draco couldn't sit here and watch this happen, he had to leave his heart standing at the alter, pledging herself for second best, all because of some old world rules, that are no longer in effect. Draco got up and dashed out as Ron muttered those ill-fated words.

Out the church doors, Draco paused to breath for just a second before disapperating home, to the Malfoy Manor where his ill wife awaited him.

"Draco! Is that you?" he heard her calling out, her voice was weak and gentle. He had grown to love this women before him, just not in the correct way that he should. Astoria deserved better than this, but she was blinded by her love for him, never realizing that his thoughts were always on another woman.

Draco walked into the sitting room to find Astoria sitting up on the sofa. "Yes darling, I am home. Why are you up, Astoria? The healers say that's not good for you. Dear, you should be in bed?" he walked to her and kissed her forehand.

"Oh Draco, I am getting no better. I am only wasting away, so why not enjoy my time here? How was the wedding, Draco?" she talked breathy and slow, her throat raspy. How had she known he was at a wedding?

"Wedding? What are you talking about Astoria? I was out doing business for the company." he played, hoping she really didn't know a thing.

"Draco, do not lie to me, I know your secret, please just let me die in peace." Draco sat there, completely blindsided by his wife's words.

"For how long, Astoria?" he couldn't think of a time that he had ever slipped up. Two years, and he couldn't remember one slip up.

"Long enough. Don't worry. Your secret is safe with me. I'll carry it to my grave, but please give me just that." she laid her head down on the pillow beneath her and fell asleep to the sound of Draco's footsteps on the stairs. He reached his chambers and made headway into his closet, once again disapperating to the one place that could really only get him into a world of hurt.

There are people everywhere, how am I ever going to find her here? Draco stood outside of the airport just looking, hoping to catch a glance of brown bushy hair, or even bright red Weasel hair. The planes above him were loud and he couldn't hear a thing. He looked around once more before making his way through the crowd of people around him, into the terminal, missing Hermione by one second, as she was stepping out of the car.

He waited by the entrance, standing around, studying every single brown headed girl that walked towards him. No such luck, he was being eyed by a security guard who seemed like he wanted to say something. Draco took his chance and continued looking at new arrivals. Just as the security guard seemed to make up his mind and started for Draco, he saw her. She was walking quickly away from Weasel, made her way inside the airport, paused, looked up, and took off towards what direction the overhead sign said the restroom was in.

Without waiting to see if her husband was following her, he took off behind her. The security guard stopped in his foot steps, apparently startled at the quick movement. Draco reached the restrooms, but didn't want to be seen going into the ladies room, so he took a few more steps into the men's room and apperated back into the women's bathroom, casting a silent spell to lock the door.

She was standing in front of the mirror, looking down. Perfect time to seize the opportunity, he walked up behind her as she started fixing her makeup. He didn't know why she wore the stuff, she was positively delightful without it. She seemed not to notice his presence behind her, so he took a few small steps and said the first thing that came to mind, "You looked beautiful up there, Mia."

He heard her breath catch in her throat and a strange gurgle escaped, as she turned with such speed to face him. He saw her searching his face, finally catching her eyes, her body moving in a way that only he knew what it meant. Her eyes were bright, wide, and.. Was that fear he saw I the depths? He missed her so much. He smiled, a peace offering in his mind, and she cried. He stepped up to her, "Mia?"

"Don't you dare, Malfoy. How dare you have the nerve! The audacity of showing up today? Of all days to reappear in my life?" she said to him, her gentle voice full of malice. He moved forward to touch her, to soothe her, to calm her, just like he did so long ago, in the hidden parts of the castle. "No! Don't! Don't touch me! I've waited, for two years, I've waited for you to show up at my door, and you picked my wedding day? How could you, Draco? How can you do this to me?" she cried out in anguished and charged at him, fists raised in anger.

He wanted to duck out of her way, hide from this pain that he caused her. His heart clenched in agony as he realized it was all his fault. He was the one not willing to anger his family, be out-casted by his pure-blooded friends, when this woman in front of him would've given up everything she knew for him. He stayed put, taking her anger, as it was meant for only him. He knew in that moment that he would do anything to tell her just how he felt.

Never getting the impact of Hermione's fist, Draco looked to her face to see that she was standing at the exit of the restroom. She paused, he silently undid the locking spell, and she spoke.

Quietly, in a voice almost a whisper, she said, "I love you, Draco, and I have since that first Tuesday that we patrolled together, but do not come back in here and try to ruin me anymore than you already are. Goodbye, Draco. Don't follow me." and she stepped out of the door.

Pain shot through Draco, a pain he had never before experienced, his heart walking out on him, for the first Tuesday in his life. Painfully, and quietly, he said, "I love you, too, Mia. Forever."

He turned around slowly and made his way into a stall before disapperating back into his closet, where he collapsed and mourned the love he lost.

Sobbering himself up, he stepped out of his closet into his bathroom, placing a cold wet washcloth on his face. Hermione is gone, married, what have I done? Charming his face to look clean and unsplotchy, he walked out of his chambers to find his house-elf standing on the top steps ringing his fingers together.

"Dippy, what is it?" he couldn't treat this creature with the harshness they were use to, not since Hermione's love had touched his soul. Why was the house-elf so terrified? What had happened? And he knew, it was Astoria. "What has happened Dippy, where is she?"

The house-elf spoke quietly, afraid of his masters wrath, "Mistress is in the parlor, Master. Dippy tried to find you, Sir, but Dippy couldn't locate your where abouts. Mistress is gone, oh she is..." but Draco didn't hear the elf's sobs, he dashed down the stairs to find Astoria staring blankly into her dreams. A sob wracked his body, he covered her head after kissing her forehead, and stood to call a Healer to come give the death announcement.

Draco parted to his study, where the picture of Lady Malfoy hung, his mother. Only she could give him what he needed now.

"Oh, Draco, darling. What is the matter?" she asked her son. She may have been his father's wife, but her soul was kind, and she didn't deserve her death. Draco looked up at his mother's portrait and sobs overtook his body. He sat there and spilled his every thought to his Mother. He mourned for his wife and for the love he had never shown her. He mourned the lost of his heart. He told her of his stupidity and his aristocratic views that cost him a life time of grief. And when he was completely drained, he stood up, and went to see maybe the only live person that could help him in this situation: Harry Potter.

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