The Final Dimension (Book 3)

Loads of Firewhiskey!!

Draco Pov
It was a party.
A huge one. An outdoor one.
Draco watched from a corner table as the stage was packed with people dancing.

It had been a long time since- well pretty much everything...
At least it seemed so...

He sighed as he took a sip of firewhiskey.
Someone sat on the seat beside him.
He knew who it was... he didn't even have to look...
He didn't even want to look...
He couldn't face —

'Draco'
That one word was enough to make him melt...
Her soothing voice...

'Huh'
'Draco. Look at me.'
Draco hesitantly lifted his gaze but not meeting her eyes.

'Why can't you just look at me? Am I that horrible to look at?'

'Obviously, no—'
'Then look'
Draco looked into her eyes. Those eyes which he always found so beautiful... those brown eyes in which he would delve for long spans of time...

Her eyes reflected a mixture of sadness and happiness.

'Draco.' she whispered. 'What has happened to you?'
'Why are you trying to ignore me?'
'I am not—'

'Please.'
'Ok, maybe I am.'
'Draco, are you ok? Ron's shitty letter will be managed by harry, I am sure of—'
'It won't.' muttered Draco.
'Huh. Draco, are you angry with me?' she asked gently.

Draco found this the most senseless question of all time.
'That question doesn't even need a reply.'
'Answer me honestly.'
'Hermione, this is senseless—'
'You are the one being senseless.'

'Hermione, I want you to be safe and that is by not staying with me—'
'You don't love me' she whispered, a tear ready to fall.

'Hermione, of course I do. This is why—'
'No... You are not the Draco I knew... You have changed... again'

'Hermione, understand that though it pains me we need to seperate—' The word pained Draco and tore at his heart.

'You- You want to abandon me?'
Draco didn't reply.
Hermione placed her palm on Draco's forehead.
'You must have drunk a lot of firewhiskey...' she said.

'I am sorry, mio— Hermione. This is the only way... I guess this is the way where we part ways...'

'I won't let you.'
'Please mio— Hermione, it is for your own good.'
'Remember that I will hate you forever and ever...'

With that Hermione left the table. What was needed had happened... but still draco's heart was undergoing severe pain...
He didn't know what had happened. Or what would happen... But he knew that his life would be his life.

It would never ever change...
He threw drank the rest of the firewhiskey then threw the glass.
The noise couldn't even be heard due to the loud music... but even louder than that was the noise of the shattering of his heart into pieces...