A Piece of Forever
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
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Adult +
Chapters:
17
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9,908
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98
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Chapter Two
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine, all this belongs to the Great JKR. All but the plot, though.
Thanks again to all who reviewed! I hope this chapter answers some of your questions! I'm working really hard on this and I'm now halfway through the third chapter... I hope that's good news to you! I kind of have the ending thought out and the story more or less planned.
Happy reading!
Chapter Two:
Hermione traced the heart scrawled on the card with a trembling finger.
His precise, small handwriting read:
Hermione,
Happy Birthday! Hope you like the present.
Love,
Draco
And the small heart was drawn right beside his name and somehow, seeing that small heart had warmed her heart for hours, after seeing the card. She knew how hard it was for him to write all those mushy romantic lines and she had not expected any. This heart had been enough to have her walking on air for days.
Accompanying the card was a necklace, complete with a pendant in the shape of a heart, one carat diamond, beautifully cut.
She closed her eyes, relishing the memory of how happy she had been when she opened the present and allowed him to put on the necklace for her.
It warmed her heart for less than a second but then the doorbell pulled her harshly back to reality.
She sniffled and wiped her face sloppily, pushing the pile of letters and cards under her pillow. She stood up and opened the door.
“Hermione? What’s wrong?” Ginny asked in concern, her sunny smile fading into a worried frown after catching sight of her best friend’s face.
“We broke up, it’s over.”
Hermione felt her chest constrict at the sound of those words leaving her own mouthing. Just saying it made her relive the painful confrontation hours ago.
She had received his owl, in his usual to-the-point style, asking her to meet him in the church for important news.
She had been utterly confused. He could have picked so many places… why there? They had been to that gorgeous church once, and they were so mesmerized by the architecture that they said they would get married there someday.
She knew Draco wouldn’t choose the church if it wasn’t really big news.
She had dressed quickly and apparated there. She found him knelt in prayer and somehow, she felt a terrible ache in her chest, like when she knew something bad was about to happen and it had hurt so badly. And it was then when she had guessed. And when he lifted his head, she knew she had guessed right.
And then what came later was something so painful, she didn’t even want to go there, she told Ginny.
“We shouted at each other and then he left. Just like that,” Hermione sobbed into her friend’s shoulder.
“It’s okay, honey,” Ginny soothed, stroking the mess of curls that was Hermione’s hair.
“It’s not okay, Gin, nothing’s okay now that he doesn’t want me anymore,” she whispered.
~
“I’m back,” Draco said.
“Hello, darling” The tall slender beauty on the couch stood up, smiling dazzlingly. Her name was Alyssa Guinevere, and she was 20, a year younger than he was. She was pretty and there was just this air of elegance around her that Draco could not put his finger on. She had brown hair, not dark and curly like Hermione’s, but smooth silky and light brown, a shimmering cascade down to mid-back. Her eyes were not the colour of honey like Hermione’s but a startling blue.
She was pretty, polite and adored Draco. But what was most important- Alyssa Guinevere was pureblood.
Draco swallowed, stiff as a board as the brunette leaned up to kiss him on the cheek.
Lucius looked approvingly from the couch. “Just in time for dinner, Draco,” he remarked, looking more pleased that he had been in quite some time.
Draco’s grey eyes averted to Narcissa. His mother, on the other hand, did not look pleased at all. She was just as expressionless as Draco was, but her lips were pressed together and she was not smiling and nodding away.
She narrowed her eyes as Alyssa sat close next to Draco on the couch.
“Dinner’s ready,” Narcissa said sharply and Alyssa jumped, her hands that were creeping onto Draco’s lap quickly snatched back.
“This way please, Ms Guinevere,” Narcissa said politely but coldly.
“Alyssa is fine, Narcissa,” Alyssa smiled warmly.
Narcissa smiled back tightly. “Very well, Alyssa. Please take a seat,” she gestured to the large dining table, piled high with various delicacies.
Alyssa picked the seat next to Draco, complimenting the food, the cutlery, the décor of the dining room, the wine and even the carpet.
Lucius was practically beaming with approval.
Draco ate in silence, not unlike his usual self but this time it was an uncomfortable, stiff and painful kind of silence that one usually retreated into when they were hurting; his head was throbbing madly, although it had already been three hours after walking out on Hermione in the church.
He walked until he was well out of her sight and then apparated to the Pitchfork, a bar close to his house, ordered a Firewhiskey, sat alone, thinking until it was close to dinner time.
He had though a lot during that tow hours.
He thought about what happy times he had had with her, about how he always felt so loved and appreciated and so needed in her presence, about how much he loved her hugs, about the smell of her hair- like lemons and oranges, about the way she spoke and laughed, about the way she liked her coffee, about the way she sang in the shower, endearingly off-tune, about how she was determined to free every house-elf in London, and most of all, about how much she loved him and he had let her down.
And then he thought some more- about how would he live now that they were over, about how he could survive knowing he had let her down, about how he could bring himself to smile when she was else where crying, about he could be happy when he had taken her happiness away from her. He knew how much she wished to stay with him forever. He knew how she wanted for them to get married, have three children and live together, always by each other’s side, for better or worse.
He had finished his first drink in less than ten minutes and was about to order another, but then he remembered that she hated him to drink, much less on an empty stomach so he made himself order a fruit punch instead.
He owed her this at least. This he could still do.
He left twenty minutes to dinnertime, deciding to walk home.
He was shivering all the way home and somehow, he knew it wasn’t from the cold. And he felt a swirling throbbing pain in his head that he knew wasn’t from being sick. And he was hurting so badly deep inside, and he knew that it was because he knew that he would never be with her again.
~*~
That's all for chapter three! It's not that long- appox. 1123 words but i hope it was good enough!
Please review!
Thanks again to all who reviewed! I hope this chapter answers some of your questions! I'm working really hard on this and I'm now halfway through the third chapter... I hope that's good news to you! I kind of have the ending thought out and the story more or less planned.
Happy reading!
Chapter Two:
Hermione traced the heart scrawled on the card with a trembling finger.
His precise, small handwriting read:
Hermione,
Happy Birthday! Hope you like the present.
Love,
Draco
And the small heart was drawn right beside his name and somehow, seeing that small heart had warmed her heart for hours, after seeing the card. She knew how hard it was for him to write all those mushy romantic lines and she had not expected any. This heart had been enough to have her walking on air for days.
Accompanying the card was a necklace, complete with a pendant in the shape of a heart, one carat diamond, beautifully cut.
She closed her eyes, relishing the memory of how happy she had been when she opened the present and allowed him to put on the necklace for her.
It warmed her heart for less than a second but then the doorbell pulled her harshly back to reality.
She sniffled and wiped her face sloppily, pushing the pile of letters and cards under her pillow. She stood up and opened the door.
“Hermione? What’s wrong?” Ginny asked in concern, her sunny smile fading into a worried frown after catching sight of her best friend’s face.
“We broke up, it’s over.”
Hermione felt her chest constrict at the sound of those words leaving her own mouthing. Just saying it made her relive the painful confrontation hours ago.
She had received his owl, in his usual to-the-point style, asking her to meet him in the church for important news.
She had been utterly confused. He could have picked so many places… why there? They had been to that gorgeous church once, and they were so mesmerized by the architecture that they said they would get married there someday.
She knew Draco wouldn’t choose the church if it wasn’t really big news.
She had dressed quickly and apparated there. She found him knelt in prayer and somehow, she felt a terrible ache in her chest, like when she knew something bad was about to happen and it had hurt so badly. And it was then when she had guessed. And when he lifted his head, she knew she had guessed right.
And then what came later was something so painful, she didn’t even want to go there, she told Ginny.
“We shouted at each other and then he left. Just like that,” Hermione sobbed into her friend’s shoulder.
“It’s okay, honey,” Ginny soothed, stroking the mess of curls that was Hermione’s hair.
“It’s not okay, Gin, nothing’s okay now that he doesn’t want me anymore,” she whispered.
~
“I’m back,” Draco said.
“Hello, darling” The tall slender beauty on the couch stood up, smiling dazzlingly. Her name was Alyssa Guinevere, and she was 20, a year younger than he was. She was pretty and there was just this air of elegance around her that Draco could not put his finger on. She had brown hair, not dark and curly like Hermione’s, but smooth silky and light brown, a shimmering cascade down to mid-back. Her eyes were not the colour of honey like Hermione’s but a startling blue.
She was pretty, polite and adored Draco. But what was most important- Alyssa Guinevere was pureblood.
Draco swallowed, stiff as a board as the brunette leaned up to kiss him on the cheek.
Lucius looked approvingly from the couch. “Just in time for dinner, Draco,” he remarked, looking more pleased that he had been in quite some time.
Draco’s grey eyes averted to Narcissa. His mother, on the other hand, did not look pleased at all. She was just as expressionless as Draco was, but her lips were pressed together and she was not smiling and nodding away.
She narrowed her eyes as Alyssa sat close next to Draco on the couch.
“Dinner’s ready,” Narcissa said sharply and Alyssa jumped, her hands that were creeping onto Draco’s lap quickly snatched back.
“This way please, Ms Guinevere,” Narcissa said politely but coldly.
“Alyssa is fine, Narcissa,” Alyssa smiled warmly.
Narcissa smiled back tightly. “Very well, Alyssa. Please take a seat,” she gestured to the large dining table, piled high with various delicacies.
Alyssa picked the seat next to Draco, complimenting the food, the cutlery, the décor of the dining room, the wine and even the carpet.
Lucius was practically beaming with approval.
Draco ate in silence, not unlike his usual self but this time it was an uncomfortable, stiff and painful kind of silence that one usually retreated into when they were hurting; his head was throbbing madly, although it had already been three hours after walking out on Hermione in the church.
He walked until he was well out of her sight and then apparated to the Pitchfork, a bar close to his house, ordered a Firewhiskey, sat alone, thinking until it was close to dinner time.
He had though a lot during that tow hours.
He thought about what happy times he had had with her, about how he always felt so loved and appreciated and so needed in her presence, about how much he loved her hugs, about the smell of her hair- like lemons and oranges, about the way she spoke and laughed, about the way she liked her coffee, about the way she sang in the shower, endearingly off-tune, about how she was determined to free every house-elf in London, and most of all, about how much she loved him and he had let her down.
And then he thought some more- about how would he live now that they were over, about how he could survive knowing he had let her down, about how he could bring himself to smile when she was else where crying, about he could be happy when he had taken her happiness away from her. He knew how much she wished to stay with him forever. He knew how she wanted for them to get married, have three children and live together, always by each other’s side, for better or worse.
He had finished his first drink in less than ten minutes and was about to order another, but then he remembered that she hated him to drink, much less on an empty stomach so he made himself order a fruit punch instead.
He owed her this at least. This he could still do.
He left twenty minutes to dinnertime, deciding to walk home.
He was shivering all the way home and somehow, he knew it wasn’t from the cold. And he felt a swirling throbbing pain in his head that he knew wasn’t from being sick. And he was hurting so badly deep inside, and he knew that it was because he knew that he would never be with her again.
~*~
That's all for chapter three! It's not that long- appox. 1123 words but i hope it was good enough!
Please review!