Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and make no money off of this. This is just for fun, people!
Word Count: ~460
Prompt: "Remember, when a guy sweeps you off your feet, he's in the perfect position to drop you on your ass." - Anon
Warnings: none - written for Anti-Valentine's Day
Hermione was bouncing off the walls with anticipation. For once, her personality matched her hair.
Today was Valentine's Day, and of course she had a date. Draco Malfoy spoiled her rotten with the most lavish gifts of gold, frankincense and myrrh - I mean, gold, accessories and chocolate. She always felt like a princess wherever they went, be it club or theatre. His silver eyes sparkled with life as long as she was on his arm. His smirks infected her smiles, and his kisses made her weak in the knees. It had taken them months to come to grips with the aftermath of the war, but once they had both realised the redemption and potential in the other, their minds dropped the darkness and their hearts soared.
Tonight was going to be a momentous moment, she just knew it. She checked her looks in the mirror again, assured that everything was in place.
She squealed in delight as the wards chimed at his presence and went to the door aglow with happiness.
That is, until she saw his face.
Something in it wasn't right. Something not altogether good. There was a twinkle of mischief in him and an air of hawtiness. It reminded her of their Hogwarts' days.
"Draco, what's - "
That's as far as it got before he interrupted her. "I don't have time to mince words with you, Granger. Since you had this time set aside for us, I thought it would be the perfect opportunity to tell you this relationship is over."
Her heart stopped for a moment; she couldn't believe what she was hearing. "What?"
"I was informed this morning of the decision from the Wizengamot that they are granting me all the inheritance and entitlements which my father had and that they had stripped from him." He said it with smug pride that left her baffled.
"What does this have to do with me?" she asked.
"I wasn't sure if the verdict would ever be favourable, so I planned on the next best route - dating you. It seems I won't be needing you after all," he smirked, fully pleased with himself.
"No," she whispered. Tears formed in her eyes. "You can't mean that. I thought - "
"What, that I loved you? Ha! I was only using your position in the Ministry to set myself up for the worst case scenario. I'll not be needing those plans any longer." He straightened himself up and smoothed back his hair. "So long, Granger."
And, with that, he left.
Hermione crumpled to the ground, questioning if any of it had ever been real.