New World Order

A Dramione FanFiction

Chapter Thirteen

A knock at Draco's office door roused him from his stupor. He had been staring at the same spot on his desk for the past three hours.

"Come in." He said gruffly. Blaise poked his head around the corner.

"You right mate?" He asked lightly.

"Um, yeah, yeah, I'm fine." Draco replied, rather rushed, shuffling papers around attempting to look like some form of work had taken place. Since the moment Draco had gone into the office this morning he had done nothing but stare at the wall directly opposite his desk.

"Right. Well. I thought you'd want to know Granger's come in for her appointment."

"Oh. Right. Well, I, well, I mean, it doesn't really –"

"She's in room 5."

"Thanks Blaise." Draco sighed, standing up tiredly. He'd been dreading this day since Hermione came in to make her appointment. He was doing the right thing, wasn't he? He had to let her go. He had no choice. His father was going to do the unspeakable otherwise. Yes, he had definitely made the correct choice.

His pointy shoes clacked along the marble corridor as he passed the numbered doors. 15, 14, 13… It was kind of sad to think that behind each door someone was having their memories obliterated. He reached door five. The mint green door seemed to be taunting him. Green was supposed to be calming, instead it made him sick to his stomach. Gently he placed his hand on the door knob. This was it. No turning back.

Hermione waited silently in the confined room. Mint green? Whose idea was it to paint the walls this colour? The metal bed she sat on was cold and her feet barely touched the ground. If it wasn't for the clearly magical contraptions on the back wall, you would almost swear you were in a muggle doctor's office. How long would she have to wait here anyway? It felt like ages since Blaise had popped his head into the room. He'd wanted to wish her luck. The thought just made Hermione sadder.

There was a click and the door opened. In walked Draco. His bright blonde hair glinted under the light and his grey eyes seemed almost like beacons in the dark. The moment she laid eyes on him, her heart automatically began to beat faster and butterflies formed in her stomach. She tried to keep a smile to herself as she recalled the days when the sight of Draco would do the complete opposite. The smile soon turned to tears however, as she realised she would no longer have this memory. She wouldn't have any of them.

Draco rested against the desk that sat in the middle of the office.

"How you doing?" He asked.

"Fine." Hermione replied stiffly. She didn't want Draco to see any emotion.

"Do you have any questions about the procedure?"

"No, I think I understand it clearly enough. I will keep all my basic memory of how to function and my knowledge of the muggle world. Correct?"

Of course she was correct. She knew it and Draco knew it. Draco looked at her, his eyes shining.

"It's not too late to change your mind." He whispered.

"I've made my choice. Just as you have."

Draco took a deep breath, looking to his shoes. Fuck, why did he have to make this harder?

"Ready?"

Hermione merely nodded. The lump in her throat was making it difficult to speak.

"Ok, on the count of three. One, two, three, obliviate."

As Hermione slipped into the darkness she could have sworn she heard someone mutter "I love you".

Hi Guys!

I am aware this is a very short chapter, but I have split it in half because I am an awfully superstitious woman and couldn't bear to end on Chapter Thirteen.

Much Love

xxx