This is addictive...Here I am again, I wrote this some weeks ago. As much as I love happy endings I am, currently, incapable of writing one myself:(. This story, like 'She would', has not been revised by a Beta, so Thif anyone has the time and wants to Beta this one or 'She would' I beg you, please!.
Disclaimer: Everything recognizable is property of J.K. Rowling!.
November was always cold. But that day was exceptionally colder than any other, it was not the kind of cold you feel when you forget to wear a sweater, but the kind of cold that creeps through your body past your heart and somehow leaks and wets your cheeks and chin, the kind of cold that doesn't disappear with a warm blanket or a cozy fire. This cold was the kind that didn't care if you were in the middle of the most heated day. And this freezing coldness in her was provoked by a bloody man! A man that fancied himself the last bloody ice in the tray, a man that didn't care if he was hurting her.
And so, this cold was not the kind that made you sick, at least not medically speaking.
How could she had been so clueless? she Hermione Granger, the clever one, the brightest one, the most intelligent; how could she have let him break her so easily, how could HE make this to her? The only one that trusted him enough to believe his words alone, to heal him and...love him!
Sleepless nights, nightmares of losing him to the cruelty of the war, comfort and endless hours of conversationand this was how he repayed her, with cold words and even colder gestures, throwing her out of his house and out of his life.
But even whe he treated her like he did, even when he broke her heart so much and even when he said the awful things he said, she couldn't stop loving him...but time she had and a life ahead to forget him, and forget him she would. And she would show him, show him what he lost that freezing november night.
I hope you liked it and thanks for reading! XX