Author’s Note: I finally found the song that seemed good enough for the Hermione and Draco songfic set
I was doing. It’s Puzzle Of My Heart by Westlife. I hope you like it. It probably won’t fit, but oh well.

If Leaving Me Is So Easy

by Inspiring Author
 
 

Chapter 3
Puzzle Of My Heart
 

Draco sat at the bar in the Leaky Cauldron, drinking a large glass of whisky. He needed it. He
had spent all day at the ministry, sorting out matters of importance, desperately avoiding minor
problems, such as Ron Weasley, who wanted a promotion and Harry Potter who wanted to
increase the Auror section of the ministry. He couldn’t deal with either one of them at the moment.
All he wanted to do with Harry is punch him for all those years ago when Hermione ran off with
him. He couldn’t have been…

No! he thought angrily. I promised to forget Hermione.

All those years pining after Hermione had to end and he had promised himself he would put her
behind him. His obsession with her was getting out of hand, and threatening the stability of his
marriage with Annabelle. She was beginning to get upset over his faithful love to Hermione. She
felt like she couldn’t compare with the wonderful, perfect Hermione, and he got the feeling that
she was right.

But how could she be perfect if she left him? That question kept plaguing him everyday. Why
didn’t she stay? Why didn’t she love him enough? Was it something he had done?

Forget it, he thought, taking a deep drink from his glass, before setting it back on the counter and
asking for another.

He felt a headache begin to worm its way into his head, and it wasn’t helped by the gaggle of
women who were laughing and shrieking in the corner…
 
 

Hermione sipped her Champagne, staring glumly into its depths, while her friends laughed and
joked around her. She felt empty tonight, even though they were celebrating Ginny getting married
to Colin Creevey. She felt that all the drinking was giving her a headache, and she wished they
would quieten down just a bit.

“Come on Hermione,” Ginny smiled and nudged her oldest friend, who gave her a tired grin.
“What’s wrong?”

“I’m just tired. Wat was sick all last night, and I had to nurse him back to health.”

“Well if you want to go home, I won’t mind. Just make sure you’re up bright and early tomorrow
for the wedding.” Ginny winked, before turning round as someone tapped on her shoulder. She
looked up into the face of a very tired looking, slightly older, but still as handsome as ever face of…
Draco Malfoy. “Yes?”

“I would appreciate it if you could keep it down. I have spent a long day at work, and would like
to drown my sorrows in peace.”

“Then go home,” Ginny frowned, put out by Draco’s tiredness.

“If I go home I have to listen to my three-year-old child, Hermione shrieking at the top of her lungs
since her mother tells her she has talent in singing,” Draco grinned.

Hermione looked up as her name was mentioned and gave a start as she recognised Draco
immediately. She knocked over her drink, which caused the whole table to stare at her in surprise.

Draco looked over at her, and turned white as he recognised her. “Hermione,” he whispered,
before returning his attention to Ginny. “Forgive me,” he said quickly, and left.

Hermione jumped to her feet and ran after him, leaving behind her friends, who stared at her in
surprise. She didn’t care though; she was more concerned about the man she didn’t want to leave
her life again:
 

It's the way she fills my senses
It's the perfume that she wears
 

I signalled for a cab that would take me away from the girl of my dreams, the girl I dreamt about
because I was so infatuated with her. The woman who was breaking up my marriage just by being
perfect. It was an existence I didn’t want anymore, being driven by my love for Hermione. But
whenever she was around me, I felt elated, driven crazy by her sweet perfume. She took me over
and I had decided long ago I had never liked being unable to control myself.

“Draco!” I heard her melodious voice float to me. I gave a simpering grin as she stopped next to
me. I shook my head and tried to concentrate. But her face was too much and I found holding
open my arms for her. She sank gratefully into them and I felt a thrill through my spine.

“Hermione,” I breathed, burying my face in her hair.
 

I feel I'm losing my defences
to the colour of her hair
 

I broke then, lost in the feeling of my cheek rubbing her smooth, chocolate coloured hair. It was
so soft and warm. I could’ve stood there forever lost in the rippling mahogany. I felt myself being
safe and in a sense vulnerable to her as we stood on the pavement.
 

And every little piece of her is right
just thinking about her takes me through the night
 

My heart was beating faster then I could ever imagine. It was telling me that we were the perfect
couple, that we were two puzzle pieces that were exactly right. It was what I longed for us to
stand like we used to when we were younger. I used to dream at it in night, especially when I
had nightmares about Voldemort and my father. She used to wake me up and we would lay
together, tangled up, talking about nothing and everything.
 

Every time we meet
the picture is complete
every time we touch
the feeling is too much
 

“Draco,” she whispered again, and I buried my face further into her hair, not wanting to be brought
back into reality. “Draco, please. There’s so much…”

“No. I don’t want to talk. Can’t we just hold each other?” It quieted her so I could just feel her
presence. I had begun to cry, so long since I had physical contact with a person I loved and wanted
to make love too. My wife refused to love me, something I craved for and now…her touch was
enough to make me sob out.

“Shh,” she soothed, bringing my face to hers and cradling it, secretly wishing the tears would
disappear.

“You make me whole Hermione,” I sobbed, and she smiled. “I didn’t want to accept it, so I told
you we shouldn’t see each other. But I can’t live without you,” I said truthfully.

“Well, I’m here now.”
 

She's all I ever need
to fall in love again
I knew it from the very start
She’s the puzzle of my heart
 

“Yeah you are,” I said, smiling. “You came back.”

“Well, I never truly stopped loving you,” she whispered. She kissed my nose.

I was confused. “So why did you leave me?”

She looked sad. “Because I knew we didn’t have a future. We were ripping each other apart,
both with infatuation and suspicion. We didn’t trust our judgements, and I couldn’t live like that;
knowing you blamed me for hurting you.”

“Oh love, you are a puzzle,” I laughed, kissing her lips quickly, blushing slightly.

She gave a quick giggle, all of her tiredness and fear disappearing. She met my lips and we had
a passionate embrace. I was in love again, with my heart soaring above the clouds.
 

It's the way she's always smiling
that makes me think she never cries
 

We broke apart and I noticed she was smiling, and crying at the same time. “Hermione?”

“I’ve just realised I’ve loved you since the day we first met,” she wept, drawing me close again.
I gave her a heartfelt smile and let her cry into my shoulder.

“I know,” I murmured, wanting to comfort her as much as she comforted me.
 

I feel like I'm losing my defences
to the colour of her eyes
and every little piece of her is right
 

I felt myself to begin to cry again, as we stared into the other’s eyes, hers as beautiful chestnut
colour, sparkling in the lamplight and mine as frozen as the artic. I felt my icy exterior melting
as the world dropped away and was replaced by her being, her everything. She was the only
person who mattered now, she and I.
 

Like a miracle, she's meant to be
She became the light inside of me
and I can feel her like a memory
from long ago
 

The cab arrived, and we hardly noticed, so busy staring at each other. I was still yearning for
human contact, to make love to someone, and Hermione was the one I wanted to be inside of,
to show how much I loved her.

I broke away from her and motioned to the cab. “Do you?” I trailed off, embarrassed. There
was no way she would break her wedding vows to Harry for someone like me. It was out of
the question…

“I would love to,” she said quietly. “If you’re sure?”

I was stunned. She wanted me. “Sure,” I whispered.

She kissed me once again, before we got in the cab and I asked to be taken to a hotel…
 
 

Ginny watched Draco and Hermione leave together, shrouded in the darkness, not wanting to be
seen by the betrayers of two marriages.

“Oh Hermione,” she whispered, shaking her head. She prayed her friend made the right decision…
she turned and went back inside…
 
 
 

Author’s Note: Crap, short and mushy. Must be my motto of the week.

I need your help with. Can you tell me in your reviews what Hermione should do. Should she end up with
Draco and sleep with him or should she be faithful to poor Harry and their child. Or maybe Draco should
change his mind. Personally, my preference is that Hermione and Draco spend the night together (I’ve
even found a song.) and then Ginny blurts it to Harry. Sorry, for grammar mistakes but it’s freezing and
my little hands are frozen.

Also, just a sneaky plea. I need people to join my mailing list. It’s called FFVillains and is about caring for
villains. It’s pretty boring at the moment, but it’s only been up seven days, and that was over the Christmas
period. I’d appreciate it and you can even post fan fiction and fan art up. Please. I have two fics up, both
featured here on FF.net. The link to it is: http://www.egroups.com/group/FFVillains

Sorry about the link, but I don’t know how to add links on message posts. I will erase it in a couple of days.
Can someone tell me how to add links onto the forum messages?

I.A.
 

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