Seeing Through My Eyes (Dramione Fanfiction)

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Draco shrugged his jacket off, screwed it into a ball and hurled it across the room.

You idiot! He thought to himself. You were supposed to play it cool. You were meant to NOT mention the article. Now you've really fucked things up. Well done Draco!

He grunted in frustration as he sat on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands. He needed to compose himself.

Just tell her she needs to move out. Now that you've gone and said that, she's going to be in here trying to justify what she did. Just kick her out before she even gets the chance to work her way back into your heart.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!

Draco jumped as the sound of the knocking echoed in his room and he gathered all the composure he could to face the beautiful brunette on the other side of the door.

"Granger?" Draco said opening the door and standing in the way. He struggled to hold his face expressionless as he saw the hurt reflected in her eyes at his use of her last name.

"I- uh.." Hermione fought hard to keep the tears from welling in her eyes and her voice shaking but hearing him call her by her last name like that, so cool, calm and collected made her rethink why she was even here in the first place. She tried to remember exactly what it was she had planned on saying. "I- uh....um."

"I'm glad you knocked on the door actually. I wanted to talk to you." Draco cut in.

Hermione knew better than to relax at these words. "You- you did?" She stuttered.

"Yup." He said casually. "Firstly, I want to apologise for stringing you along. I thought it would be funny to woo the one and only Gryffindor Princess but this game has grown tiresome and I'm bored so sorry Granger but you can expect no more of that kind of behavior from me." Draco glanced past Hermione as he saw her eyes widen in shock and her lip start to tremble.

He cleared his throat fighting every signal in his body telling him to cut the crap. "Secondly," he said through an almost clenched jaw, trying to keep it together. "I invited you into my home to stay because of the situation we were forced into, it has been a decent amount of time now and nothing seems to have reoccurred. I think it's safe to say that we no longer have an obligation to live under the same roof."

Draco braved a look at Hermione and his heart broke on the inside. Her big, beautiful brown eyes were still wide with shock and they each had a decent pool of tear drops waiting to fall at any minute. Draco cursed himself for the way he felt inside. "So, I guess what I'm saying is that..you need to leave."

Hermione blinked and the tears spilled down her rosy cheeks. "Okay." Was all she could manage. Turning on her heel, she began to walk away.

"Wait!" Draco involuntarily yelled.

Hermione stopped but didn't turn around.

"Fuck. I mean... didn't- didn't you have something to say to me why you knocked on the door?" He asked damning himself to hell for his obvious tone of hope.

Hermione still didn't turn. For the situation regarding the tears on her face had worsened with each step she took from the man she so irrevocably loved. Her chest fell in deep heaves now and she took a deep breath. "Not- not anymore." She replied as she carried on towards her bedroom.

***

Hermione summoned the last of her belongings into her trunk and sent her bed, closet and the rest of her furniture to Grimauld Place.

Her face was puffy and red and she had been silently crying for almost a whole two hours now.

She closed up her trunk and sent it to the front door. Looking back at the now empty room, she picked up the sealed envelope on the desk and as she made to leave, she left it on the dining table next to her set of keys.

Draco hadn't come out of his room once since they had talked. It was nearing 4pm and Hermione needed to get to Grimauld Place before dark.

Wiping her tears for the last time, she turned away from the still closed bedroom door and grabbed her trunk as she shut the front door behind her.

***

Draco's whole body shook as he heard the front door shut. She's gone.

All afternoon he had a raging battle within himself.

There was the part of him that was angry and mad. The very same part suffered a huge blow to his ego and his pride. This was the part of him that kept telling himself that Draco Malfoy came second to no one. That no woman would treat him like that. And that Hermione Granger was nothing but a curious fling.

Then there was the real him. The part he had fought to keep at bay all day because it would mean admitting to the fact that he was in the deepest state of despair and sorrow imaginable. Hermione Granger had hurt him terrifically and yet he still loved her. Yearned for her. He had to fight this side of him because he knew that if he didn't he'd be out there at a moment's notice begging her not to leave.

Then he heard the door close and the battle within him ended. The stone cold Malfoy roots won out in the end. And true to his Malfoy nature, Draco had cowered in his bedroom unable to face the heartbroken witch while she packed up her personal belongings.

He opened his door and ventured out into the apartment. It was so quiet. So empty. So, desolate.

Yet, when Draco looked around, everything he owned was still all there. The bookshelves, the furniture, even the ornaments and bits and bobs. The only things missing were the couch throw that Hermione had bought for when she read well into the night and fell asleep and the books that she owned off the bookshelf.

Draco supposed it felt different because he knew that down the hall and to the right, Hermione's room was empty.

His eyes moved to the dining table and he saw the thick envelope addressed to him.

With shaking fingers, he opened the envelope and pulled out the letter within.

Draco,

Earlier today, I knocked on your door to explain what happened at the tea shop yesterday and how such bollocks managed to get on to the front page of the Prophet.

For what it's worth I think I was deliberately set up. I guess that doesn't matter anymore though.

About what you said to me today, I can't even begin to tell you how hurt I am right now. If everything you said was true, about me just being some play thing for you, then I want you to know how cruel that was. So cruel that I'm not even mad. Just deeply and unbelievably hurt. I'm so hurt that I'm still in a state of shock as I write this letter to you.

You really have out done yourself this time. I know now that Ron isn't the one for me. I had to go to that tea shop and see him again to know that for sure. When I left, I was one hundred and fifty percent certain that you were the one for me. It turns out, I'm not the one for you.

I don't need to go on about how much that sucks to say because you now already know. The horrible part of all of this is that yes Draco Malfoy, when I said I loved you, I fucking meant it.

Guess it was just another game for you.

In that case, all I have left to say to you is...

Checkmate.

Draco's hands shook as he read Hermione's letter and huge droplets smeared the ink on the paper making it almost unreadable.

Draco fell to the ground holding the letter to his chest and mourned the loss of the muggle-born witch he knew in his heart he'd never stop loving.

A/N: THIS ISNT THE END! 😮 I know it says it is but somewhere around chapter 18, I went to write a new chapter and my phone ended up in the area where you tick the completed box and I did by accident and now I can't untick it so it will always read completed but in actuality, it isn't. Cheer up guys...the battle is not over yet ❤