Hermione's POV
I wake up quite comfortably. I don't remember my bed being so comfortable. That's when the headache sets in and I remember the day before and what happened with Ron. I let out a soft sob as I think about how my life is such a wreck.
How could my life become this-this hellhole? I was such a bright student and I did everything right, but I've always been seen as the sidekick next to Harry and of course when the war is over they offer Ron and Harry jobs in the ministry not me though. No because they're sexist jerks who don't think women can do just as good a job as men.
My sobs become louder. I can't believe I'm such a mess. I can't believe Ron and I won't get married and have kids and live happily ever after. I wish I could believe these lies, but I don't believe in happiness anymore. What is even the point of living.
That's when the door bursts open and standing there is a tall muscular blonde haired man that looks familiar. He steps into the range of the light radiating from the window and I realize who it is. It's Draco Malloy.
He steps closer to me and I freak out. "DONT COME ANY CLOSER!" I yell. He stops moving and holds his hands out in a way likes he's trying to calm me down from across the room.
"Hermione-" he starts to say but I cut him off.
That's when I look down to see this bed isn't mine. And the nightgown I'm wearing isn't mine. "Where the hell am I Malfoy!" I yell forcefully.
"You were drunk at the bar, so I thought I'd-" he starts to say.
"No! I wanna know where the hell I am!" I scream holding back sobs.
"You're at Malfoy Manor." He says pitifully.
"MALFOY MANOR?!?" I scream. That's when all the memories from when Bellatrix tortured me in the basement and I start sobbing.
It's quiet for a few minutes before suddenly he sits down on the bed. "I'm sorry Hermione. I'm really sorry. I'm not holding you here you can go whenever you would like. I just didn't want you to get hurt and you didn't look good last night." he starts his apology. When I don't say anything he keeps talking.
"I'm really am sorry Hermione. I'm sorry about everything. I was a real jerk in school and I'm sorry. I'm not a death eater. I'm not going to hurt you. I just want to make sure you're going to be okay," he says with truth in everything he said.
"You mean that?" I ask looking up at him with tears still on my cheeks.
"Yeah," he says before reaching up and wiping a tear away from my cheek although it's pointless because there's just going to be more to come.
"Now I know you probably don't wanna tell me, but why were you drunk in the bar last night?" He asks in a concerned tone.
I decide that there's no hurt in telling him, but as soon as the words start coming out I can't stop.
"Yesterday was supposed to be my wedding day. Ron and I were going to get married and have children and live happily ever after. But yesterday he told me the truth. He told me he was gay. And that he liked Harry. And that he didn't want to hurt me but he did by stringing me along this long. So I couldn't deal with that and I apparated to the bar. That's where I drank until I forgot. Because I don't want to remember. I don't want to remember ever. I just wanna forget everything. I just wanna die. There's nothing left for me in this world. I don't have a job, no money, my parents barely remember me, nobody loves me. I just feel so out of place everywhere I go. And I can't really talk to anyone because my only friend I'm still in touch with is Ginny and she's Ron's fucking sister and Ginny and Harry are together and I'd just ruin there relationship which would hurt Harry. The more I think about my life the more I just wanna die. Like what is even the point of living anymore. I'm not doing the world any good. I'm just making it worse for everyone." I say before holding my head in my hands.
"That's some deep shit," Malfoy says. This just makes me sob harder and I curl up into a ball.
"Oh shit! I'm so sorry Hermione, it just to me it doesn't sound that bad and I think you just kinda need to get over him and move on with your life. You can't let Ron control your life any longer." He says patting my back awkwardly.
When he pats my back it reminds me of when Ron used to comfort me when I was sad and it makes me sob harder. I miss him so much.
Over my sobs I hear Draco stand back up and walk slowly out of the room. Probably because he doesn't know what he's supposed to do with a broken women who hates herself.

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So another chapter! Sorry it took so long to update. Anyways let me know what you think!
-Jordan