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Tentatively touching his hand, I look straight ahead, not daring to look into his eyes. I didn't want to face the swirling of blue and grey that always accompany his probing gaze. It was strange; I couldn't form the words to describe what we were. The fine line between friends and lovers were blurry in my mind, often making me wonder if I was alright in the head for even thinking of us in that way.

He squeezed my hand, his way of telling me that he was there for me. But was he? He was standing next to me, breathing, blinking, feeling. But, that didn't mean that I was next to him, per se. My mind was miles away, running away from me, daring me to go ahead and chase it. Physically, I was there, but my insides were burning, and maybe his voice couldn't reach my ears, and his touch couldn't save me.

I blink, my eyes forming tears that the cold wind carries away. It was winter, the kind that chapped your lips and made you want to crawl into bed in order to regain some of the body warmth that was lost when walking out the door. The clouds were dark, their pompous size bringing in sleet and unwanted humidity. The running wind carried away my good bye, drowning it between the drying grass and wet rocks.

"Don't leave."

"I have to go."

"But you don't."

I look into his eyes, feeling my heart leap, making my chest hurt. They're pleading, telling me things I don't want know. Things I don't understand, leaving me yearning. For what, I don't know. And that's the issue- I don't know what I'm doing. I don't know what this is. What we are.

I'm going insane, but my throat is dry. I gulp in air, but only water goes down, further increasing my agony. The fire is burning in my lungs, smoke is blurring my vision, but it's clear. There, in the way he holds my hand, in the way he looks at me. It's shiny and tantalizing, like a new toy.

The drowning, the burning, are just side effects. They're alarms, blocking me from what is real. What is true.

I love him.

He didn't.

The absurdity of it all resonated against the tiny space between our bodies. He was my friend, a kind of love that was only supposed to bloom for a brother, but I took it further. The best of friends, but that was it. My love was not for him, and his brotherly love was wasted on me. Wasteful, for I was not capable of ever loving someone, something. The kind of love that was gut-wrenching, heart palpitating, ready to give an arm or leg, ready to jump into the unknown. I would never be prepared for the unknown.

He is my friend, a comfort that I can rely on. A rock that is supposed to stand against every possible force, withstanding my lack of emotions. Yet, I might have overstepped the line; my clinging to him as if my life dependent on it, could be misinterpreted. It was. And that is where I made my mistake.

"I'll see you tomorrow."

"Don't forget me." His voice sounds faint, like he never said it in the first place.

"You always say that."

"Only because I'm scared."

"Of what?"

He looks at me, holding my gaze until I can't stand it. He lets go of my hand, the emptiness of it all hitting me. His brow furrows, his handsome face distorted.

"You wouldn't understand."

I nod my head, stepping away from him. Maybe I wouldn't understand, maybe I would. I raise my hand in the air as I walk away, the air clearing of my doubts.

"Don't forget me, Hermione."

"I won't, Draco," I say loudly, my voice carrying through the rough wind. I won't forget him, for his love will always remind of my hesitance of jumping into the unknown.

A/N: Thank you for reading. Please let me know what you think.

I was in the mood to write a very short one-shot (I know, really short). Hope you guys liked it.