A New Adventure {Book Three}

You'll Understand

Nine.

Hermione tried sleeping that night, but she couldn't. The thought that her husband, the man who she once thought that she hated for so long, now she hated him for a whole different reason.

Suddenly the door began to open. She shut her eyes for she knew that Draco was coming into bed, at last. He lays down and begins to whisper over her shoulder,

"Hermione? Are you asleep or are you just faking it?"

"No. I'm dead. Now you go off and be with your true love. Ya happy?!"

Hermione laid down on her side, sniffling and trying her best to hold back her tears. Draco takes a deep breath,

"Hermione... I am with my true love. And I wish that you weren't dead," Draco starts to tear up on his own. "I wish that you could- I don't know what I'd-"

Draco can't find any way to complete his sentence. So he climbs out of bed, walks along the edges around to her side. Kneels over to look at her face-to-face. Her eyes are shot tightly closed with her lips curled into her teeth.

He tries again, "Hermione.. I love you. So much. That- that I don't want to lie to you, but I had to do what was required for your survival. I'm going to work tomorrow, and I hope that when I return home, you will understand everything.."

Draco gives a kiss to her forehead then walks out of the room. Hermione dodges up from her half-slumber from what feels like only a few moments, but the door is already closed and the sun is peeking through the blinds.