I own nothing harry potter.
So i was sitting here listening to music. and this just popped up in my head. I just started hearing hermione's voice have a conversation with this man.
no all of it's in here though. ha
i didn't know where this was going so i left some of it out and by tomorrow it prolly will be gone.
so enjoy!
He was going to see her for the 3rd time this week.
Maybe something would change. But he highly doubts it.
It's been the same for years, always going to see her, bringing her some food or books once in a while.
Oh how she loves books. She gets lost in her own world reading them.
He could sit and watch her read for hours on end.
The faces she made while reading them made him wonder what was going on in her brain.
And why is wasn't working as it should.
Although she seemed content.
Not knowing his true motives for always coming
Why he bought her exspensive gifts
Why he calls her love.
Why he's wearing a ring,
and why she's wearing a matching one.
It didn't change anything. All she knows, is that he's an old friend.
"Do you ever wonder about your family?" He barely spoke to her.
She looked up from her newspaper and gave a sad smile.
"I don't remember my family that much."
"Hasn't it ever bothered you, not to remember them?" inside his heart was clenching
"Sometimes. Sometimes I wish i could remember my family, who they were, what they did, etc."
She dropped her gaze down to her lap. "The doctors here told me, that I had a horrible accident."
She looked back to his face. "I can't even remember it."
For him, it was completely different. The events of that night flashed painfully slow through his mind.
"But, I'm glad you're my friend. You're the only one who comes more than once a week. Or month for that
matter."
His eyes shot to the floor
He seethed inside.
Those bastards don't even bother with her anymore. After all those years, she means nothing to them.
His eyes found their way back to her face. He spoke softly to her, "I'm really glad we're friends too."
She smiled, and focused back on her newspaper.
He watched her, wishing for something to click in her mind. Just wishing for her to remember, so she could come home with him, so their lives could be normal again.
He looked at his watch. Half past eight.
"I have to go now. I'll see you Thursday evening, alright?" He stood up and walked arounf the table to her chair.
She looked up at him and stood as well, wraping her arms aorund him in a hug. "Yes, yes, same time as always?"
"Yeah. Same time as always love."
He let go of her embrace, and turned on his heel, heading straight for the large, white, double doors.
He paused at the doors and looked back.
She was sitting in her chair again. Reading the newspaper from today, her nose crinkling up in a disgusted manor as she read the section on world economy.
He turned back, and pushed through the doors.
"Goodbye Mr. Malfoy"
He glanced up to see the same nurse he sees every time he leaves. "Goodbye" he mumbles.
The nurse gave him a look of pity as he walked past her desk and out the doors into the cold chill of December.
It was his 3rd time this week visiting her. Maybe she'll remember tomorrow.
He doubts it.
Ha! i'm back =]
Sorry I've been gone so long.
There's been a lot of problems going on in my life lately.
My other story is a work in progress!
I'll try to have to chapter up soon soon soon!
i want to make the story better for you guys
if for some reason it's not up. then i give you permission to throw me in a ditch =D
not really.
lol
ha well leave a review! I think this story has helped me get on track again =]