Hermione Granger:
II.
Approaching the living room, I found Draco sitting on the couch just staring at the crackling flames fly across the wood.Wanting to get this over with, I walked in front of him. "Draco?"
His aloof eyes removed itself from the grace of the flames and directed them to me. He made a questioning hum through his shut lips. I sat down next to him, staring at my hands.
" We need to…. We need to talk about what happened... between us." My voice growing quiet.
"About what?" He asks.
"About… the… the kiss. " I say, hanging my head, looking at my folded hands.
"What about it, what's wrong?"
"Im sorry." He just looks at me for a moment with utter confusion, so I took a deep breath, feeling every pound of my heart against the surface of my chest. Beating against an abrupt rhythm.
"It shouldn't have happened, It was a mistake." I admit to him quickly.
"My mistake." He corrects me. He looks down for a brief moment and looks back up at me again and says "I'm sorry for putting you through this."
"But I kissed back. . Im the one who should be sorry. . " I say shifting my body towards him. The flames bouncing off the side of his face, concealing it from me.
"An outcome wouldn't have become an outcome without an impact. Really Hermione, I'm deeply sorry." He made a loud sniff and clears his throat. "Look, let's just forget about it and move forward. There's no need to be held back by it. You're still married, I understand."
"Maybe when things with Ron end. Just..." I struggled to find words to complete what I was try to convey, knowing that I had let my only happiness slip away between the cracks of my fist that held to these feelings so tightly.
I dropped my hands against my lap. "You're right."
Draco Malfoy:
After Granger had left, I was left in complete disorientation. I didn't mean quite what I said earlier… More of, I meant to say that the kiss should hold no regret or grief. Of no power of time, I left it alone.
Soon after the shared conversation, she left. For I, to be left alone with the company of the flames and the silence that surrounded me. All three occupants of this household was out and about among these busy streets outside these windows.
I gave in a great sigh of slight agony of being at the tip of the wand of reality. Correcting my pants of the pressure of discomfort inconvenience, I stood up and left the apartment.
The wind gusted into the flat the moment I swung the door up. It was cold, but I was in much too distraught to give a damn. I didn't go far, in fact, I haven't inched much from the doorway. I stood out with my back against the wall, breathing onto the palm of my hands for warmth.
"What a pity." Says a voice that came from beside me. I shifted my head to see the slender figure of the most deceiving prim suaveness a gentleman can ever show.
"Falling in love." Riddle continued. "All of which renders into foolishness. Stupid, pathetic,daft-" I swing my body in front of him, pulling by his collar. "Why so hot?" He tells me.
"Shut up."
"What I can't seem to understand, is how upset you are towards such a meager topic." He says with a passive expression. "You're a fool, Draco. A scorn to blood and name."
"What do you bloody know? You're a half-blood. " I tell him in disgust "You're more of a shame to yourself, than I am to anything else."
"At least I have standards." He says with a smirk and a cocked brow.
"Now settled down." He shoves me away, causing me to stumble back.
"What are you, really?" I ask him.
"You." He says before explaining. "Concealed away from your fear and stupidity. I am you, in the height of your capabilities. I am what you failed to be, what words of mines you have discouraged." Something within me rattled as if its unknown source were seeping into the surface. I'm not Voldemort. Yet, his words brought pleasure from all desires of my most primitive memories and most latent heed of thoughts.
"No, no, no." He says shaking his head. "You're not Voldemort." He grins with a satanic expression, with one side of his lip rising to his ears and an eyebrow that would jump to his hairline. He breathes into his clasped hands and looks up.
"A bit nippy isn't it?" He swings around, while grasping the doorknob. He turns it and walks in without my consent.
"Hermione, she's quite the lovely one, isn't she?" He asks me, as he plopped over my bed. I didn't respond.
"Well you have too. Considering the squabble you've already caused." He looks up at my for a brief moment as I stood by him. "Pardon me, where are my manners." He rises up and sits at the edge, beckoning me to sit beside him.
"Well, is she worth it?" I didn't respond, I couldn't respond. I stared at the wall to contempt it. His dark eyes flickered with acrimony that bored into me from my left. "Is-she-worth-it?" He asks again. Fear drowned my into a boundless crevice of nowhere. I held back my quivering lips.
"What is of a name." I grumbled. "What is a name that depicts us? A blood that is constant in our veins, or a house that is to represents us? She may be what has droved me into such foolishness, but you're bloody damn sure she is."
"You're just a boy" He tells me.
"In my entire life, I've made all the wrong decisions... and just this once, I've done it right. Just this once, I didn't let what was meant to define me, rule me into its hell it has put me in." A burning sensation spread along my arm. It burned till ripping a limb felt like a better alternative. The pain sunk from the skin and into the muscles and nerves that wrapped along and between my bones. I sunk myself forward, yet he pushed me back. I grew weary and the pain seemed to not matter anymore. I'd prefer for my entire existence to seep into oblivion where sins are impossible, and what I was born to be defined, would cease to exist.