DISCLAIMER:: I do NOT own anything that you recognize. I only own the plotline. The song is not mine, either. It is Travis Tritt "Tell Me I Was Dreaming." Harry stood in the doorway and looked at his redheaded friend. He knew how much Hermione meant to Ron, indeed, how much she meant to him as well. Hermione was the one who had kept him sane through everything--the loss of Sirius, when he’d finally come to terms with it; the battle with Voldemort a few years back; that fights he’d had with Ron over the years. The more he thought about it, Hermione was the glue that had kept the three of them friends for as long as they had been. It had been Hermione that had kept up the communication, it had been Hermione who’d gotten Harry his flat, and it had been Hermione that had suggested the weekend get-togethers so the three of them could hang out. And now, it was Hermione that was making everything fall apart. Harry’s mind whirled. His two best friends had been married for the past eight years. And now, they weren’t even speaking. Ron was on the floor of his study, crying, and Hermione was God-knows-where. One thought kept running across his mind. Hermione was seeing Draco. He refused to believe it. Ron must’ve been seeing things. Hermione hated Draco, even more than he did. And the feeling was mutual. Seven years at Hogwarts had made that perfectly clear. But Ron had said that he’d seen the two of them. There was no way that he could’ve imagined something like that. But Draco and Hermione…? Ron looked up and saw Harry standing in the doorway. He composed himself as best as he could and stood up. Thankfully, Harry said nothing about what he’d seen. “I can’t believe she’s really gone…” Harry looked up at Ron, who had stood up and was now looking out the window. “I just feel like this is some…dream, like this is a nightmare, and that soon I’ll wake up, and she’ll be in my arms, and none of this had happened,” he said sadly. He turned back to his friend. “But I know that I won’t…Harry,” he asked, “What did I do to make her leave?” Harry shook his head. “I dunno. But there’s only one way to find out…” When I woke up this morning Wiped the sleep from my eyes Found a new day dawning And suddenly I realize You're gone Hermione sat in her room. She’d just finished unpacking her few belongings. She was holding the mirror that Draco’d given her. Whispering her lover’s name, the mirror glowed slightly, then she saw him. He smiled at her through the glassy surface. “Hello, love.” His voice lacked the drawl that he was famous for. It had a happy tone, one that few were familiar with. “Hello, Draco. I need to talk to you.” “So talk.” “Not like this…” He nodded in understanding. “I’ll be right there.” As his face faded away, Hermione heard a knock at her door. She bounced off her bed and practically skipped to the door. Grinning, she turned the knob, anticipating the look of love in his eyes when he saw her. Her heart fell when she saw Harry and Ron standing in her doorway. Quickly, she regained her composure. “What do you want?” she asked, keeping her expression unreadable and her voice flat. “We need to talk, ‘Mione,” Harry stated. Ron looked positively miserable. Hermione was about to let them in when she remembered that Draco was meeting her there in only a few moments, thinking fast, she said, “Alright. I’ll meet you downstairs. I need to straighten up a few things, okay?” Harry reluctantly agreed, and the two of them shuffled down the stairs. When they were out of earshot, Hermione breathed a sigh of relief. No sooner had they left than a familiar face turned the corner. “Hello, love,” Draco smiled. “Hello.” She stepped aside to allow him entry to her rooms. He sat on her bed and faced her expectantly. “What’s wrong?” Hermione sighed and sat next to him. “I don’t know what to do. The divorce will be final in a few days, and I know I want to be with you, but…” “But you’re not sure how Potter and Weasley will react to it,” he finished. She nodded. “And to top it all off, Ron saw us.” Draco’s eyes widened. “What do you mean? When?” ”Earlier today, when you came to see me. Harry mentioned it to me when he helped me move in.” “What did you say to him?” the blonde man asked as a feeling of dread came over him. He was going to lose her…after all that, he would still lose her… “I denied it outright. They should know better than that. They assume that we still hate each other.” That made sense. Of course the Boy Wonder would think that. Considering how he’d always treated her in public…except for recently. After he’d fallen for her, he couldn’t stand the thought of hurting her. So instead of insulting her, he’d insult her company, blatantly ignoring her presence. That had eased his conscience a bit. “But, Draco, I’m tired of lying. I’m tired of sneaking around. I want to be with you, but I don’t want to hide it, either.” Hermione sounded like she was on the verge of tears. “And to top it all off, Harry and Ron are downstairs. They said that they wanted to talk to me about something, and I can only guess what it is…” Draco held her close for a moment, relishing the feel of her body against his. An idea popped into his head. “Hermione, we can do this.” She looked up at him curiously. “How?” He stared into her chocolate eyes. “We can still pretend to hate each other. Only for a few weeks. That way Potter and Weasley,” he spat their names,” wouldn’t suspect anything. Then, we can finally be together. I’ve waited this long for you, and I’ll be damned if I lose you again.” Tell me I was dreaming That you didn't leave me here to cry You didn't say you don't love me anymore And it was just my imagination telling lies Tell me that you didn't say goodbye Harry and Ron sat at a table, drinking butterbeer. Ron was on edge, and he kept drumming his fingers on the table. Harry knew better than to bring it to the other man’s attention, though. He kept looking to the stairs, waiting for Hermione. Everything seemed to move in slow motion. Both men were still in disbelief at the events that had occurred, and both were anxious to know one thing. What had happened to Hermione? I'm in a state of confusion I hope things aren't what they seem A few moments later, the petite brunette appeared at the top of the stairs. She quickly scanned the room, searching for her friends. Finding them, she walked over as calmly as she should. She sat down, and immediately was accosted by a waiter. She ordered a glass of water, then turned to her companions. “What is this all about?” Harry looked to Ron, who was staring at his hands. Then, the Boy-Who-Lived turned back to the former Mrs. Weasley. “Hermione, what happened? Why are you leaving Ron?” Her eyes filled with tears, but she refused to cry. “Harry, “ she spoke slowly, “I don’t love him anymore. I’ve tried to love him like I used to, but I can’t, and it’s not fair to him. Ron deserves someone that can and will love him with all that she has.” Ron looked up at her. “When did you know?” he whispered. “A few months ago. I started seeing you as the close friend I had in Hogwarts, not as the loving husband that you are. I knew then that I did--and I still do--care about you, just not as deeply as a wife should care for her husband. As I said, that’s not fair to you. You deserve the best, you deserve a woman that will love you as much as you love her, and in the same way. I’m sorry, Ron, but I am not that person.” If this is really happening Just let me go back to dream You're home Ron closed his eyes in defeat. It was real. This was no dream. Hermione, his love, his foundation, his strength, his life was leaving him. And there was nothing he could do to stop her. Nothing. Tell me I was dreaming That you didn't leave me here to cry You didn't say you don't love me anymore And it was just my imagination telling lies Tell me that you didn't say goodbye Hermione rose and hugged both of her friends one last time, then walked slowly back up to her room. It cut to her very soul to know that she’d hurt Ron as much as she had. But she knew that she’d’ve hurt him worse if she would have stayed with him and lied to him more than she already had. Only one thought protected her sanity. In only a few weeks, she would be with the one she truly loved. In a few weeks, she would be with Draco. Tell me I was dreaming That you didn't leave me here to cry You didn't say you don't love me anymore And it was just my imagination telling lies Tell me that you didn't say goodbye Ron sat down after he’d hugged Hermione one last time. He was still trying to process everything that had happened. Yesterday, he was coming home to his loving wife. Today, that loving wife told him that she didn’t love him after all, and now he was alone. Completely and utterly alone. Desperately, he searched for someone to blame. He knew now that it was not his fault that she was leaving, and he refused to blame Hermione. To him, she was perfect. But someone was at fault… He straightened up and narrowed his eyes. “Malfoy…” he hissed. Harry looked at him curiously. Ron turned to his friend. “This is all because of Malfoy.” Harry stared at him for a moment. “Maybe we need to pay that arrogant prat a visit.” Ron rubbed his hands together anxiously. Revenge was sweet. Ron could already taste it.
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