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Too Late
There are so many things he never said.
He never told her how he felt when she looked at him. How she made him feel special. That she made him feel like he was the only one in the room that mattered. That in those first days together, he never felt like Harry Potter's best mate – not in her eyes.
He never told her how beautiful her smile was. How it always amazed him that he could see it in early in the morning or late at night. How it actually warmed his heart on cold days.
He never told her that their time together did mean something to him. That she had been exactly what he needed. And though she hadn't been what he wanted, didn't mean he cared any less for her. He just felt different for her.
There were so many things he wanted to say that day.
He wanted to tell her to leave and not to stay and fight. He wanted to say how sorry he was for how he had treated her; how she never deserved what he had done. That he wished her to find someone better than him; someone who could truly make her happy because she deserved nothing less.
He just thought he would have the chance.
Until he heard Hermione's scream.
Until he saw Lavendar's body falling.
Watching it in horror, land on the stone ground; blood marring her pretty face.
He ran to her body as it shook; convulsing against the stone as fighting raged all around. Falling on the ground beside her, he saw those big blue eyes fill with tears and pain. His name breathless on her lips.
He pulled her broken body out of the way. Wrapping his arms around her he cried into her heaving breast.
All he wanted to say to her, lodged in his throat. Instead, as his body shielded hers from the battle, he kept whispering how sorry he was. How terribly sorry he was. How awful he had been to her. That she hadn't deserved it.
He didn't know when he realized that her chest had stopped moving. Sitting up, tears still rolling down his face, he looked at her once pretty face, now ripped open; her big blue eyes, now closed for ever; her full lips, forever locked.
And all he could do as he looked upon the girl he once cared for was to thank the gods that she was now in a better place.