Remembering Hermione {A Dramione Fanfiction}

He woke up from dreaming...

"He woke up from dreaming and put on his shoes, started making his way passed two in the morning, he hasn't been sober for days."

A/N:

Dream sequences will always be in third person, but the rest is always in first person.

“Draco, how could you?”

She looked at him with pain in her eyes, tears flooding down her face.

“Hermione, I’m sorry-”

“Save it, Malfoy! I don’t want to hear one more of your lies!”

“Hermione, please! Just let me explain-”

“No Draco! You had your chance to tell me, but you lied. Goodbye Malfoy”

And with that she took her stuff and left.

“HERMIONE!”, he continued to scream her name, but no amount of screaming would ever bring her back.

I awoke to feeling a sharp pain hitting my side. I opened my eyes to see nothing but the dirty floor. I looked around. I had fallen off my bed, once again. I had been having horrid dreams, ones I could never remember, and always ended up falling out of bed from all the thrashing I do nightly. I stood up, trying not to fall over. I stumbled a bit but eventually regained my balance. I tried to remember the contents of the dream that caused me to fall out of bed, but I could never remember. All I knew was I was definitely having the same dream over and over, because it always left me feeling completely and utterly depressed. I looked over at the clock. It was two o’clock in the morning. I groaned. Deciding it was better than all but peacefully sleeping, I decided to go for a walk. It was a cold February night, so I put on my winter clothing and my snow boots and walked out of Malfoy Manor.

I wandered the streets of London, not heading anywhere in particular. I had been drinking. In fact, I hadn’t stopped. For months I drank myself dry and eventually I forgot why I even started drinking in the first place. Walking in a straight line was damn near impossible, and some muggle police officers had given me dirty looks, but i didn’t care. I stumbled across a all-night muggle diner. I looked up at the sign. Stax Diner it read. Somehow, the name sounded vaugely familiar. I gazed into the windows of the diner, and somehow, it all came flooding back to me.

Hermione.

This is where we had met, years after the war.

I felt my heart shatter once more. All the pain came flooding back to me. Now I remembered why I’d been drinking. It was her. I felt my knees shake vigourusly before giving out. I fell to my knees, tears streaming down my face, old wounds reopened. I covered my face with my hands and leaned against the wall. I tried to stop the tears, but they just kept coming. The buzz from the alcohol seemed to wear off completely, because I no longer felt numb. Instead, I felt only searing pain from within me, my heart being torn apart over and over and over again. When I finally felt like I could stand again, I stood, wiped my eyes and walked into the diner. I looked around and headed to a booth towards the back. I chose this particular booth because this was the booth I had been in when Hermione had walked in that fateful day.