“I, um, I dance.” She mumbled.

Draco’s raised an eyebrow. “You dance?”

“Yes, I dance.”

“Then show your moves.”

“Fine. But I’m only doing this because of you.” She said.

Draco pointed at her. “Aha! There it is again. You’re doing this because of what I think. Not because you want to remember dancing again.” He smiled in triumph.

She glared. She hated not being right.

“STOP THINKING THAT! LIFE IS ABOUT LOVE! WE AREN’T TALKING ABOUT LOVE HERE! WE’RE TALKING ABOUT OUR FUTURES!”

“WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO SAY?”

Draco huffed and ran a hand through his hair.

“It’s over.”

 

And with that, he stepped away from the table and weaved through the crowd and outside the restaurant. Hermione went to follow him, and as she did, she spotted the snowy blonds face. But her lips were just forming his name and her hand was stretched out as he left the restaurant and disapparated.

The flames devoured the cup and nothing was left. Nothing. The cup had been drained first and then demolished. The cup had no way out of things, no one wanted it, and no one reused it. They just used it.

Just like Hermione.

           And then everything that happened afterwards was like slow motion. Out of the store they were previously in, Lisa and a handsome blonde came out running. Draco. He was holding her hand and when he spotted Hermione he let his hand slip out of Lisa’s grip and he reached out as if to touch her. Hermione responded by yelling out his name and then Ginny grabbed hold of Hermione’s wrist in a hurry and disapparated.