Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter nor do I make any money of making fanfiction.
A/N: I'm going to be a real copycat and do what Nerys did. Put the challenge-thingies I do here.. :D
Prompt: Streetlight
She was standing was standing under the sharp streetlight, wondering what she should do.
Only weeks had passed since Harry had defeated Him, but she felt it like years.
Tears strolled down her cheeks as the thought of Him.
For several months she had been thinking that she wanted out.
That she was unwilling. That she was a captive forced into her predicament.
Too late she had realized that she loved the man. Too late she realized that she would have traded all she had with her new life with Him
He had brought her lots of pain – there was no use denying it – but he had also made her happy. He had given her all the time she wanted in his library, he had been intellectually challenging her, teaching her, making her his.
She let herself fall down on her knees under the merciless light. She wanted him back.
"Hermione," she heard a soft, but very familiar voice say.
She stood up and walked away from the light.