What You've Done

Make and Break

Hermione’s Point of View:

 

I don’t know why I did it; I threw caution to the window and let myself fall back into his web of disaster and love. 

It could have been the drink; it could have been intoxicating my thoughts. But it wasn’t.

I could say that it was the stress from having the children to look after and the feeling that Fred was slowly drifting further away from me. But it wasn’t.

I think the true reason that I went with Draco is because I wanted to see what it was like; I wanted to see if I had truly gotten over him as I thought I had.

As soon as I clambered into the taxi, my head filled with childish thoughts, my body filled with pleasure, I knew that I was far from ‘over him’. The sense of adventure and excitement that he brought me still filled me with happiness and I couldn’t rip myself away.

He was the guy I loved and there was no way I could get over him as easily as just separating us. Deep down, I knew that he had not meant to do any of those things that he had done at Harry’s parent’s house, but just seeing him like that had reminded me that of what he had been. I was scared that if I did something wrong, it would throw the switch and he would go back to what he had been.

I snuggled closer to him, my short dress sliding further and further up my legs as I compacted my body for warmth. He was my source of warmth; he was the Sun to my Earth. 

The need to laugh overwhelmed me as I pictured Drake dressed in bright yellow, like Xenophilius Lovegood at Bill and Fleur’s wedding, with me beside him dressed as the Earth. It was a funny sight that much was true.

“Hermione, are you okay?” Drake asked anxiously.

Looking up at him, I found myself instantly attracted by his soft grey eyes. I had forgotten how easy it was to fall into them; they were the perfect shade of grey, that soft grey that all the good pencils go when you shade them softly. The sort of grey that can be described as a sky before a storm takes place. They were the perfect grey, which was why I was so happy that Serena shared them, already she was given an unfair advantage over all the girls her age; if she was going to be as pretty as her father was handsome she was going to have all the guys after her.

“Hermione?” Drake repeated, the fear now entering his voice. He was nervous to why I was staring at him so intensely. Oops.

“I’m fine.” I said simply. Switching my gaze away from him, I found myself staring out of the window at the cityscape racing past our shared taxi’s window. There were lights dotted across the skyline before me, creating an almost polka dot effect out of the splashes of bright colours. We turned a corner and I found myself presented with the high street; shops upon shops of all the latest fashions, games, foods, it was all lit up to entice the visitor into the store. I just gazed at the pretty colours.

“Mione, please, what’s wrong?” Drake’s words snapped me out of my thoughts again and I turned to see him starting intensely at me as I had been at him. He looked so worried about me right now that I was filled with an instant wave of love.

Why had I even gotten in the car with him, where were we going?

“Where are we going?” I demanded. It all seemed to much now; the colours blurred before my eyes creating a child-like rainbow across my village, the hum of the car engine and the soft whispers coming from Drake seemed to double in volume as they crashed into my thought, breaking down all my walls of protection, the headache in my head increased to a level that was like booming drums echoing around me.