I apparate to a bar. As I appear people look over and they just stare. I don't blame them. Who wouldn't stare at a girl wearing a marvellous wedding dress, her hair all done nicely, but with mascara streaks running down her cheeks. Yes, I've been crying. How could I not. Ron said he didn't want to hurt me, but he did. He hurt me by leading me on all this time and pretending he wanted to be with me.
He made me think we had a future together. He made me believe he loved me. He made me love him. I hate him. I hate Ronald Weasley and I'm here at this bar to drink away my feelings because I don't know exactly what I'm feeling, but I need a release. I need this. I need to forget. And fire whiskey can help me do that.
I sit down at the bar while people just stare at me. "Fire whiskey," I say simply to the bar tender.
"Mam I think you should go home," the bar tender says actually sounding like he's concerned about me. Yeah right. No one cares about me. I'm worthless.
"I said give me some damn fire whiskey," I say quite demandingly. I didn't think I could be that demanding. The bartender gives me one last concerned look before pouring me a shot of fire whiskey. He passes it over to me and I drink it in one go. "Another," I say.
And just like that I had shot after shot of fire whiskey and I slowly started to forget.

Draco POV's
I walk into the bar I usually go to most nights. There's not much I can do when everyone hates me and I can't even get a job. Not that I need one. I've got buckets of money just waiting for me in the bank. A family fortune. Well it was until my family was sent to Azakeban.
I smile as some of the other regulars before spotting a young lady looking around my age in a wedding dress leaning over the bar yelling at the bar tender for another shot of fire whiskey.
I sit down at the end of the bar farthest away from angry young lady. The bar tender comes up to me looking quite stressed. "Regular?" He asks.
"No, I'd like a few shots of fire whiskey," I say to the bar tender. He turns and comes back a moment later with five shots of the drink.
"Thanks," I say before speaking again, "how long has the lady been here?" I ask gesturing over at the lady in the wedding dress.
"A few hours," he says before turning and going to tend to someone else. I glance over at the girl in the wedding dress as two men walk up. Why does she keep catching my eye? I look away drinking my first shot. I glance back over the guys are sitting beside her now. I take two more shots.

That's when I glance over to see the girl having yet another shot. That's when I see her eyes. The soft brown colour of her eyes. Then her hair a caramel brown colour. That's when I realize where I've seen this women. It's Hermione Granger.
I watch as she hangs over the two men and they lean down to whisper something in her ear before she nods her head. That's the last straw. I chug my last two shots before the whiskey takes control and I march over to the two men who are getting up to leave with Hermione. "I think you men have drank a little much tonight. Why don't you head home and leave her alone?" I say with my voice as hard as stone.
"Why? What are you gonna do about it?" The one man steps up and his nostrils flare.
"This." I say before punching them both in the face and freezing them with a simple flick of my wand. I then turn from the men as I can tell there mad. I look down at Hermione to see that she has passed out with her headed tucked down on the table. I look over at the bar tender. He wants to be payed.
"Put her check on mine and I'll pay ya later," I say before picking Hermione up bridal style and apparating to Malloy Manor. This is probably the last place she wants to be after the war and the torture my aunt Bellatrix put her through.
I take Hermione up to the bathroom where I set her down beside the bathtub before wetting a washcloth and wiping the makeup off her face. Then I look down at her dress. It's truly beautiful. I wonder what happened to her. I quickly run out of the bathroom remembering a closet full of my mother's old clothes that might fit Hermione. When I find a outfit that looks actually suitable for sleeping in I run back to the bathroom to see Hermione still sleeping. She's so beautiful when she's sleeping. Wait did I just say that?
I quickly set the clothes down before using my wand to lift Hermione's dress off of her and slipping the nightgown I found onto her fragile body. After I lift her up into my arms and I carry her to one of the guest bedrooms before pulling back the covers and setting her down gently on the bed. As I set the covers back over her she snuggles into them.
For a few minutes I just look at her face. I haven't seen her face in a while. Wait a second. Did I miss her? No no. I couldn't have. I quickly turn away turning off the light and closing the door behind me and walking to my room and getting ready for bed. I quietly crawl into my bed, but when I close my eyes all I can think about is Hermione.
Why is she stuck in my head? I tried with all my might to think about other things, but she kept sneaking her way back into my head. I didn't sleep much that night.
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What did you think of this chapter? What do you think Hermione's going to do when she wakes up? Anyways I hope you liked this chapter! -Jordan