Disclaimer: I own nothing except for the words before me and Hermione's angst. Yes it is my angst, I too feel as if I have lost Draco... though I never really had him! xD
A/N: Ach! I am so sorry to those of you who are waiting for the sequel to UMS. I am feeling in a really angsty mood right now so I decided it would probably be best if I didn't write the wedding now as I would no doubt kill them all off. Instead I produced...this... (scowls at page before her.)
Yes, it's kind of bad and sucky... but please review anyway. Cheers my dears. xD
I hate you. I hate you for being you. I hate you for being a pureblood. I hate you for being a Malfoy...
I hate you for loving me and I hate you for leaving me.
You promised you would never leave me, promised you would always love me. And I, being the fool I was, believed you. Thinking back now I know it was stupid of me, perhaps the worst mistake I have ever made, yet I believed every word that dripped from your sinfully delicious mouth.
It cost me dear. I started to think that we could have a new life together, that you would take me away from here, remove me from this hopeless future and carry me off to some place where reality is not ruled over by an imprudent war.
But you didn't mean a word did you... was I just some cruel joke to you? Were you just playing with my heart for your own twisted sick pleasure? I thought you were different.
No...
I cannot think these thoughts anymore. The last thing I want to do is sully what little memory I have of you. I can't lose you a second time. I have to believe that you truly did love me, for the sake of my sanity you had to be telling the truth.
The Dark Lord found out about us and he took you away in a flash of green. You disappeared right from my arms and I was left alone to cry my pain away.
And I sit here once again crying, just as I did that fateful day. Crying over the love I have lost though in truth did I ever really have you? You were mine but not for long.
I curl up into a tight ball and wrap my arms around my chest, keeping myself from falling apart at the seams. My arms tight around my body remind me of a time when you held me, and I ache. My soul cries out for you but you are too far away, my cry becomes lost in amongst the pain that envelopes the world around me.
I still can't understand why you left me. I thought you were a man of your word, not like the other Malfoys. But it turns out you were just as bad as the rest.
And yet I still long for your presence beside me. I long for you to hold me, to kiss away my pain and whisper the words I need to hear, the words that will restore your broken promise. Restore my broken heart.
Only the wind whispers to me now... how I wish for it to carry me to you.
My old rival.
My fallen enemy.
My one and only love...