POV: Hermione. Play The Song! 😘

I awoke in Draco's arms with my bare breasts laying against his chest, and feeling the sweet breaths of his lungs expanding and falling with his natural ease, causing my body to slightly lift up and down, right along with his precious breaths.

I raised my head up to see what the time was on his chromed Slytherin crested clock resting on his nightstand. And it was already noon!

We slept in from our nightly crushing idolatries, that lasted until the wee hours of the morning. I could feel the soreness already in my hips, from having them in susceptible positions for our plushly illicit liaisons...

Draco groaned in his awakenings, rubbing his hands all over my exposed back and proceeding to run his given pointer finger down the middle of my spine, causing chills to erupt all over my body unraveling my senses from the inside out...

"Good morning, Hermione Granger," He whispered peering at the clock and speaking, "Or rather, afternoon," finishing with his smile that had me locked in incessant conflicting parallels to run away with him... and be with him for the rest of my life...

But, alas... this just wasn't the case. We could never make this work. I had made my life with Ronald, and had already promised myself to him... His entire family had taken me in as one of their own... how could I just drop The Weasley's, after everything they've done for me and run off with Draco? Corollary, and in all actuality, unbeknownst to Ronald, he pushed this to happen. Without the slightest doubt of ramifications or care, because of his blinders of the all mighty Galleon, brought Draco and I together... how could he be so willing to offer me up as a possession to give to whomever he wished for, for money?! This was unquestionably alarming to me... a red flag of the Ginger I had fallen for, was becoming more and more distant, with my consciousness blaring to me, "This is a sign of an unruly future!"

My mind was fogged with conflict giving me heartburn and making me nauseous. One hand was dealing me a safe life with Ronald and his family I adored... but maybe, just maybe, I realized then, that I only loved Ronald because of his family. I loved his family more, than I initially and frankly loved him. His family was the whole packaged deal. I never wanted to hurt them... they've been through enough...

The other hand was laying underneath me. Staring right at me, unhindered in my truths that Draco Malfoy was the man, the wizard, that I was supposed to be with for the rest of my life... Draco was the dangerous forbidden green apple that was pulling me further and further away to his dark side of magic, that was in all matters luminous in my brightest solution to what happiness was... this was just one weekend with him, and I had never been this happy, in all my life... However, the final answer wasn't all this conclusive. Draco wasn't by any means innocent in this whole mess. He paid to have me here with him... yet it was obvious, to show me what I was missing and what we could be... still, I was peeved about everything... And, another layer to my trepidation's, Draco's family would never accept me. My mum always told me, "When you marry your husband, you're also marrying his family." So how on Godric Gryffindor's Sword and Salazar's Slytherin's Locket was this to work?!

I sat up off of him covering my body with his black sheets, feeling the sequencing of nausea knowing what I had to do... we had to let each other go. As much as it killed me with my entire existence, I knew it was for the best...

"Being shy now, are we?" Draco sneered, snaking his hands around my waist and trying to make me lay back down with him.

"Don't..." I angrily jerked away from his pursuits, hanging my head down looking at my lap and feeling the tears abounding my flustered cheeks, not being able to look at him.

He sat up next to me, moving my long honeyed brunette wavy hair, hanging off the side of my right cheek with his adamant hands, and then forcing me to face him as he began his raged words to me...

"So you're going to do this now, are you? After last night! After... After everything I've done to get you here with me! To make you see what we are together!" Draco spat in his furies at me.

"DRACO! Don't play the victim like you ALWAYS have! You knew what you were doing! You just admitted to plotting this whole thing! I knew you were up to something! So this was all a game to get me in bed with you?! Was this... was that even real?! Or was this purely hate sex, to prove to Ron that you could win me for a weekend, to feed your blasted ego?!" I reprimanded him with tears in my eyes, feeling my heart breaking as if it were being torn apart slowly, and making it even worse with the hurt of Draco scolding me with his own heartaches aloud...

"OF COURSE IT WAS FUCKING REAL! YES! I ADMIT, THAT I PLOTTED TO HAVE YOU IN MY ARMS, THAT VERY SECOND I SAW YOU IN THAT BLEEDING DRESS SHOP! I TOOK MY CHANCE KNOWING THAT FATE HAD BROUGHT YOU TO ME AGAIN! SO FUCKING BRUTALIZE ME OR THROW ME IN AZKABAN, FOR TRYING TO WIN YOU OVER! WEASEL DOESN'T DESERVE YOU! I WOULD WORSHIP THE GROUND YOU WALK ON, IF ONLY YOU'D ACCEPT WHAT'S RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU!" He hollered in his lashing tongues in his desperate attempts to make me stay with him.

I rebuked in my cries, "You've got to see reason! Last night was... was... extremely irresponsible! We can't do this!!"

Draco heatedly stood up and stridently pulled on a pair of his boxers, now facing me at the foot of the bed. His eyes were full of hate and love for me... yes, love. I never knew that look in a man's eyes before. I thought I had in Ronald's... but I was all together wrong. Draco's sheen cinereal eyes completely embodied what true love was. And I was his definition of love. I saw it coming straight at me from the sorcery eyes of Draco Malfoy...

"What are you so afraid of?!" He reproached in defiance and soon asked, "So what do you want now?! Us going back to being enemies after what just occurred between us?!"

I cried not knowing what say... my heart was breaking more into tiny pieces by the second, becoming a hollow cavern in my despair.

"Would you just, try with me?! Give me a chance! I'd die giving you the life you crave, for every single moment of my life, just trying to make you happy," He pleaded trying to calm down.

"Give you a chance?! WHY?! LOOK AT US ALREADY!! ALL WE DO IS BICKER AND FIGHT!"

My reaction had him at his boiling point once again. His refusal to accept this, brought him to speaking from his heart as I sobbed hearing every word stabbing my own heart, that I knew belonged to him...

"THAT'S US HERMIONE! I tell you what an irritatingly know-it-all pain my arse, you are! And you tell me what a foul, loathsome, evil, little cockroach, and snakily arrogant bastard I am!" He paused walking over to my side of the bed. I stood up as his was in his egotistical glides and he incantationed one of his onyx T-shirts from his wardrobe to me, with his brilliant Wizarding mind, and I vastly pulled it over my body, glaring at him with my own hate and love filled cocoa eyes, as he spilled his soul to me...

"I know this isn't going to be easy, life isn't supposed to easy be! But I know one thing for sure, that I've always known for over thirteen years, is that I want you! All of you! Every single second of everyday, and every night! For the rest of my bleeding existence!" He halted his words again, as I stared at him as if he'd lost his mind... but my heart was bleeding for him and taking in every word from his soul.

"DON'T STAND THERE LOOKING AT ME AS IF I'VE GONE MENTAL! I KNOW YOU FEEL THE SAME WAY ABOUT ME! ABOUT US! YOU'RE JUST TOO SCARED TO LET YOURSELF ACKNOWLEDGE WHAT YOU FEEL FOR ME, BECAUSE OF THOSE PRECIOUS WEASLEY'S! I'M SICK TO DEATH OF THEIR GINGER NONSENSE! SO YOU'RE TELLING ME, YOU'D RATHER BE ONE OF THOSE WITCH'S, WHO'LL SPEND THE REST OF THEIR LIVES IN MISERY AND AN UNHAPPY MARRIAGE, BECAUSE IT'S WHAT'S EXPECTED OF YOU?! BECAUSE IT'S WHAT LOOKS RIGHT ON THE SURFACE?! TO OUR MAGICAL SOCIETY?! YOU'RE NOT A SUPERFICIAL WOMAN, HERMIONE!" He took a breath with tears in his exotic silvering eyes and shouted at me in his spares again...

"YOU DON'T LOVE WEASLEY! IF YOU DID, YOU WOULDN'T HAVE EVER AGREED TO THIS WEEKEND, IF YOU DIDN'T HAVE THE SLIGHTEST WONDER OF WHAT COULD HAPPEN WITH ME!! AND WEASLEY PUT YOU UP LIKE A RUDDY FLUTTER QUIDDITCH BET! IF YOU WERE MINE, AND THE SITUATION WAS REVERSED, I WOULD'VE SLIT HIS BETRAYING THROAT! HE'S NEVER LOVED YOU!!"

"I LOVE YOU! I'VE ALWAYS FUCKING LOVED YOU!"

Draco Malfoy professed his love for me, hitting his chest with his opened palm just once... and tears swelling his gorgeous eyes.

My mouth dropped in shock and stayed in an agape of surprise, with my cries continuing to overwhelm me. And my winded exhalation gasps accompanying my bewilderment, that he just confessed aloud in loving me...

Draco Malfoy just told me, he loved me...

"What am I suppose to do with what you just said to me, Draco?! I..." The devastation and the counterpart of bliss in this moment was killing me. Because I knew I loved him so much, so much that my love for him hurt... I held my stomach convulsing in sobs and hunching over as he roared at me, making me focus back onto him.

"WHAT ARE YOU SUPPOSED TO DO?! YOU DON'T HAVE AN ANSWER FOR ME, BECAUSE YOU DON'T HAVE A BLOODY BOOK TELLING YOU WHAT YOU SHOULD DO?! YOU HAVE TO FIND OUT WHAT YOU WANT, FROM YOUR OWN HEART AND BRILLIANT MIND! YOU KNOW WHAT I WANT! FUCKING HELL, YOU KNOW WHAT YOU WANT! QUIT CONTRADICTING YOURSELF WITH THE OUTSIDE OF OUR PEERS, PRESSURING YOU INTO A LIFE YOU DON'T WANT! I KNOW THAT'S ANOTHER REASON, YOU'RE RELUCTANT!" He lectured loudly and shouted furthering, "LET US HAPPEN!" His breathing calmed for a moment. He then escaped from his furious lips with his hints of parallel weaknesses for me, "All I want, and all I've ever needed was you, Hermione..."

The mood in the air and in our hearts were consumed with love, a modern present, and a possible future together.

He dared to wrap his arms around my waist and bringing me closer to him. My mind told me to stop this from getting even more out of hand... but we were way too far ahead, to return back to what we once were... I knew everything he said was right... My heart told me, I wanted to feel him once more. I couldn't bear this pain. I looked down at our bare feet and closed my eyes, trying to find the courage to stay with him.

He held me tightly in his arms, then taking hold of my chin with his right hand, forcing me to look up at him...

"I lost you once, Hermione... I'm not going to give up on you or us, until you tell me, to let you go..." He hushed is agony of love loss to me.

"Give me..." I inhaled my aching soul back into my lungs, about to tell him to give me time to figure everything out... but this would be torture to him and leading him onto a possibility chance, and conclusively ending with not being able to ever be together. His family hated me... That was never going to change. I had to do, what I had to do, in order for him to release me.

And I somehow, found my abilities to talk again...

"Let me go..." I gasped through my cries, killing me, knowing what I just said to him. And knowing, that I just finalized the final chapter of our love story.

He took his hands off of me, staring at me with his pain lacerating his gorgeous face, walking backwards away from me... from us...

"I guess, I'll always have this weekend to remember what we could've been," His voice shook, staring at me as if I had just tore out his heart and placed it in a glass jar...

I had done, just that. However, he wasn't alone. My own heart was torn out as well, lying next to his in my own jar that would be placed on the mantle of his fireplace in his bedroom.

Suddenly, Draco grew colder and more villainous in his animosity towards me. His full on hatred had turned into loathing. He wouldn't even look at me any longer...

"I'll have your money deposited into your vault at Gringott's by the end of the day. And Carson, will have your things packed and ready for your return home..."

He spoke as if I were a stranger he just met for the evening before... A paid escort, in his coldness stabbing me with his icicles.

"Draco..." I cried, not wanting to leave like this.

He wheeled around to face me with the cruelty in his arctic grey wolf eyes, reminiscent of our hate from our Hogwarts days, and said to me...

"Get... out of my sight," He harshly demanded gritting his teeth.

"With pleasure, you... you..." I weeped not wanting to call him anything derogatory. He was devastated... that's what men do, when they are hurt by the women they love. They go for the gut, doing whatever they can, to make you feel the pain they are enduring, to feeling what you had just done to them.

I walked towards his bedroom door taking hold of crystallized snake headed knob. I pivoted around to see if he was watching me. He didn't move, having his back completely turned to me and pouring himself a Firewhiskey from his bar that was to the side of his massive room.

I sobbed returning back to facing the door and going back to my old self and back to my old life, knowing that nothing was going to ever be the same.

I knew I loved Draco...

But I'm afraid, in this life, we couldn't be together. Because of our families...

I shut the door behind me and screamed hearing a shattering of broken glass hitting the other side of the door, I had just initially closed. And metaphorically closing our relationship forever... I heard a roar from Draco's agony, knowing he was in utter disparity...

I ran to my suite and in hysteria, opening my door and seeing Carson with my bags already packed.

"Th-a-a-n-k, Y-o-o-u, for everything... Carson," my syllables skipped through my weeps.

"The honour, was mine, Miss. Granger," Carson bowed and had a tear in his golden eye as well...

I wiped his tear with my thumb and he sniffed his long pointed nose.

"Good bye," He whispered choking back more of his tears.

"Good bye, Carson," I bid him farewell. He nodded standing back and snapping his fingers as he did so well... and just like that, he was gone.

I opened my luggage to quickly change into my clothes from home, suddenly realizing, that Carson had packed every item that Draco had given me. I sobbed touching the dresses and seeing them returning with me. But I couldn't take them home with me! It would remind me of what I lost... and what I will always crave...

I removed the dresses laying them back on the bed. I then changed Draco's shirt off of my body, laying it to the side and putting on my own jeans and blouse.

I then took a look at Draco's shirt, yet again. I softly picked it up closing my eyes and brought it to my nose, instantly smelling his deliciousness and the love I have for him.

I screamed into the shirt, sobbing for my pain to stop... alas, this agony would never stop. But somehow, and someway, I would have to cope with my loss... I kissed his shirt and laid it down in my suitcase seeing my stains of weeps spotting on the black expensive cloth, as a lasting sentimental memory of him, an eternal keepsake, to forever remember this weekend. And that it might not be so easy to stumble upon, than seeing two magnificent dresses hanging in my wardrobe everyday, day after day as a reminder of what could've been... and I could easily hide his shirt, as well as trying to hide my love for Draco... I zipped the bag closed with my wand and pulled myself together to return back home.

Would I ever be able to see past this weekend?

Would I ever forget what I felt... and will forever feel for Draco?

I closed my eyes, feeling the warmth of tears streaming down my face and disapparated to playing the safe zone.

And pretending, that I didn't know where my heart truly lied...

I'm sobbing!!!! 😭😭💧💦💧😭😭 y'all don't kill me!! But you know me... I NEVER, will keep them apart 😘😏