Don't You Forget About Me
Author's Note: After a few months of contemplating posting this story or not, I finally decided to post the first two parts (only because that's all I've got done). I hope that you enjoy this story as much as my others. And if you haven't read them, you should. My first couple fics aren't all that great, but, hey, everyone has to start somewhere. Read/Review please
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Prologue
"I don't want you to forget." She said quietly. So quiet that she was surprised he even heard her.
"You don't want me to forget what, Granger? That you saved up all of your hope that some day I wouldn't be this way? You knew it was coming! You and I both know that there is no way out of this!" He yelled. His face was red and contorted out of anger. She couldn't ignore his wand pointing directly toward her. But she still held no fear. She knew what he had to do. He knew it as well. They both knew that he couldn't turn back and pretend it never happened. One of them had to die, and his orders said that it was preferably her.
"I don't want you to forget what you could have been." She spit out. "I want you to remember that there was one person in the world who actually cared what happened to you! Someone who stayed up until the early hours of the morning, just to make sure that you came home safe! I want you to remember that the person you killed in this room tonight, was the only person who ever loved you!" She hadn't meant to confess her love for him. She was only trying to make a point. Somehow, she always knew that her mouth would get her into some serious trouble some day. She only wished that it hadn't been this day.
"You what?!" he screamed in outrage. He began to walk closer to her, wand still pointed. Hermione drew herself up to her full height and looked him square in the eyes.
"I love you." She stated as she stood firmly before him. She could see something in his eyes that wasn't there before. Realization? Maybe.
"You don't know what you're talking about, Mudblood." He spat venomously. She could hear the denial in his voice. He didn't want her to love him. That would mean that he would have to express feelings. She almost laughed at the idea. Things like that could never happen.
"You don't know what love is. How could you? The only thing you know is books, so why don't you stick to what you're good at before you get yourself in trouble."
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