Break Out The Tissues. It's time to cry...

P.S. Dont look up the song lyrics. I made it up. Sorry, it's not that great.. but it did take me ten minutes to write...so A for effort!

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Chapter 10

Draco looked at his phone, half battery life, full signal bars. What the hell just happened? He called back. Straight to voicemail. Maybe her phone died or she lost the signal. No matter, he would see her later.

He never got around to telling her that he would be attending the concert tonight. Draco was actually looking forward to hearing her sing. He imagined she sounded like a dying banshee, if her calls were anything to go by. Muggles didn't have very good taste, not in his experience anyways.

He smiled, she was going to give him an answer tonight. No one could say no to him; not to his face anyways. Yes, she would sing at his engagement party and his company would be saved. Hermione would stay with him this time, even if it was only in his mind.

The sun rose, bringing with it, a pounding headache. He needed to stop drinking so much, but she was still there, whispering in his ear. He closed his eyes and whispered, "Mia, I need to sleep. Can I sleep now? Please." He let the tears fall onto his pillow.

/

Her phone was on the floor again. The impact of the wall had popped the back off; the battery laid a couple feet away. Did he just tell her that he loved her? He loved her? He still loved her? What?

Sleep never came that night. Her mind swirled around and around. Echoes of every word rung in her ears. He loved her. He wanted her. He was saving the company because of the connection to her...

Did he look for her? None of her friends had said anything. Wouldn't they have told her, if they knew?

But now he was marrying the skank because of her. He was marrying the skank! Why? Why didn't he just take his inherentance?

Stop Hermione. It doesn't matter anymore. He's getting married. It doesn't matter that he loves you. It doesn't matter that you love him.

Light beamed through her window, proving that the night had indeed gone. She walked to the window and watched the sun come up over the horizon. It was a new day. Maybe yesterday was just a dream. Maybe she had only dreamt what she so longed to hear. Perhaps she had drunk more than she thought. She crawled into bed and closed her eyes.

/

Sapna sat quietly next to him. She had made it a point to visit him at least twice a day. Every morning (to make sure he was sleeping alone) and again at night (to make sure he went to bed alone). Today, she decided to stay.

"Draco, can I ask you something?"

It was suspicious that she was asking for approval. Usually, she would say whatever was on her mind. The woman had no filter. He looked up. She was nervous. Draco put the paper down and nodded.

She fidgetted with the hem of her skirt, "Who is Mia?"

He cleared his throat, "No one."

"That's not true. I promise I won't get mad. I just want to know," she replied, biting her bottom lip.

"She's just a girl I use to know."

She was talking to her shoes, "A girl you loved."

It wasn't a question. He felt a trap coming, "How do you want me to answer that, Nana?"

Sapna met his eyes, "Honestly." Her hands were shaking, "I want you to tell me the truth."

He sighed, "Yes I did, but-"

"What happened?," she whispered.

He began to get nervous, was she testing him? "She left me."

"Why?"

"Because I couldn't give her what she wanted."

"Oh," she looked sad, "What did she want?"

Draco got up and grabbed two glasses, "I don't know. A future I guess."

Sapna let the whiskey burn down her throat, "Didn't you want a future with her?"

He took a sip, "Yes, but it wasn't in the cards...not my cards anyways."

"Your parents?"

He sighed, defeated, "Just like your father." He finished the glass, "They would've disowned me. Not that I cared, but how was I going to take care of her?"

Sapna nodded, fully understanding, "So you built up Malfoy Enterprises."

"Yes, but she couldn't wait for me. So in the end, it didn't matter."

"Then why are you trying so hard to save it?"

Draco topped off both their glasses, "I don't know. I guess I just don't want to fail at anything else."

Her eyes begin to water, "I know what it's like, you know, to love someone. I know what it's like to lose them too. It hurts," she sniffed, "It hurts alot."

Her confession peaked his interest. She had been in love too. Where was the man now? "What happened?"

Her face lit up, "He was a good man. His name is Eric. We were going to get married."

"Why didn't you?"

"Daddy said he only wanted my money."

"Did he?"

She shrugged, "I don't know...you do."

"Nana, it's complicated...I just...I never meant to involve you. Your father, he-"

"I know," she nodded and laughed, "Two for one. Deal of the century!"

Draco shook his head and smiled, "So where is Eric now?"

Her shoulders slumped, "I don't know," she took a deep breath, "Daddy said he took the money."

"He paid him to leave." It wasn't a question. "Why didn't you do anything?"

She slammed down the rest of her drink, "I did. I became this," she pointed to herself, "Now the boys don't want me for my money."

He felt bad for her. Maybe she was human after all, "Nana, what do you want from me?"

She wiped the tears away, "I don't know. What do you want from me?"

He wanted to save Malfoy Enterprises. He wanted her to help him do it, didn't he? "How did we end up like this?"

She chuckled, "You needed money. I needed a husband."

"So, what are we going to do now?"

She stood, "Let's just see how it plays out."

/

She got off her motorcycle and slowly walked to the metal doors that marked the backstage entrance. Preparing herself for a scolding, she took a deep breath and quickened her pace.

"How's the crowd tonight?," she asked as the door swung open.

Owen shook his head, "Rowdy. You're late again." He tapped his foot against the concrete.

She ran through the door, "Sorry."

Hermione looked in the mirror, "Hi Ella. It's me Hermione. I think it's time for you to retire. It's been fun, but-"

"Five minutes, Ms. Ella."

She rolled her eyes and nodded.

The stage lit up as she walked onto it. The crowd went wild. She smiled and waved, making her way to the center spotlight.

Hello my friends. I am so happy to see all of you. Shall we start?

Soft music begin to play

I thought maybe we could start with an oldie.

The crowd cheered.

"Silver spoons and crescent moons"
(Lying at your feet)
"You were the sweetest honey"
(Lying at your feet)
"Was I just thinking funny"
(Lying at your feet)
"You let me, Lay at your feet"

"I wanted to stand"
(by your side)
"I wanted to walk"
(in your light)
"But you kept me"
(lying at your feet)
"Laying at your feet.
I couldn't stay, laying at your feet"

"I forgot who I was"
(lying at your feet)
"I couldn't get what I needed"
(lying at your feet)
"I couldn't breath"
(lying at your feet)
"You left me, Laying at your feet"

"I wanted to stand"
(by your side)
"I wanted to walk"
(in your light)
"But you kept me"
(lying at your feet)
"Laying at your feet"
"I couldn't stay, laying at your feet"

"I couldn't stay, laying at your feet"