Discalimer: Not mine...Never was mine...Never will be mine.
A/N: I have no life...I'm BORED!
I walked on, past the endless sea of tombstones and crypts. I walked past the nameless graves until I reached one area. The area for the war casualties.
I laid flowers at Harry's grave. And Ron's. And Fred's. Dumbledore's. And then I reached my love's grave.
I knelt down in the dirt, lying the flowers down. My hands ran over the smooth tombstone, my fingers delicately tracing each of the letters. D…R…A…C…O…M…A…L…F…O…Y. I felt a lone tear streak down my cheek. I read the words under his name.
How much hate exists in the world!
Yet, even so, hearts continue to love.
Even if lovers should die, even if they are erased from this earth,
their love will live on forever...
The tear was followed by another. And another. And another. Until I had streams of tears running down my face, as I looked at my boyfriend's grave. My dead boyfriend.
My beloved was dead. How could I live on? I would never see his handsome smile, run my hands through his soft hair, or feel his lips against mine.
The wind picked up, and the clouds thundered overhead, as if sensing my agony. And it started to rain. My tears intermingled with the raindrops that drenched me. I did not move, preferring to let the cold rain wash over me. Wishing it could somehow wash away the agony that plagued my heart.
My hair blew into my face. I just tucked it behind my ear and listened. My heartbeat calmed a bit and I listened to the pitter patter of the rain.
I sighed and pulled my knees up against my chest, wrapping my arms around them. How pitiful I must have looked as I sat in the grass in front of a grave, tears running down my cheeks, dirty and tangled hair, mascara and lipstick smeared.
But I didn't care. I just longed. Longed for the arms of my love.
I close my eyes and relaxed. And I sat there, wishing Draco was here with me. Envisioning him encircling my waist and nuzzling my neck. "Hermione…"
My eyes snapped open. It was his voice. Draco's. I looked around frantically, searching for him. But I didn't see him. I passed it off as my imagination. I closed my eyes again. "Hermione…" There it was again. The voice. It was as soft as the wind.
Suddenly, I was surrounded by a sudden warmth. It wasn't physical warmth. More like…I could feel it. I could feel him. His love. Yes, it was beating within me.
No, he wasn't dead. He was still in my heart. Were he would always be.
If anyone else is dead bored, please PM me...maybe we could strike up a conversation...
I...am...bored to tears! Well more like bored to stories...get it? No? Yeah, I know, that was pitiful.