Author's Notes: It may not make sense, and I am truly sorry, but just take it for what it is, a sad tale of love that was never returned and will never be returned. Will remain a one-shot forever and always. I'm sorry if it sucks. No HBP spoilers. Thanks for the possible read and review. Yes, it is a Draco narrative.

Disclaimer: The characters do not belong to me, they belong to JKR.

The Man With No One to Love

I will remain unloved.

Unwanted by everybody.

I shall put on a façade of not caring.

But if you look deep into my eyes, you can tell I do.

I did once love.

She didn't love me back.

It's a timeless cliché.

But it's a sad truth.

I thought we had connected.

I thought we were meant for each other.

Even through the years of me calling her a mudblood.

She was a beautiful angel.

I envied her.

She was everything I wanted to be.

Smart, kind, and happy.

I'm not saying I was an unhappy person, but I had my times when I hated the world.

But most of the time it looked like she would never be brought down.

Except when I called her a mudblood.

I guess, she expected more of me.

She wanted me to accept her.

She didn't want me to love her.

But that is what I began to do.

Once I got to know her I realized that she was as close to perfect as you could get.

I began to love her.

I pined for her.

I needed her.

I wanted her.

And I began to hope she felt the same way.

My envy for her disappeared completely, along with my hate.

I watched her whenever I had the chance.

I began to notice the little things she did.

I began to memorize every detail about her.

I was becoming slowly obsessed.

Then she began to date Ron.

She had even announced that she was in love.

With him, not me.

I didn't want to lose my hard earned friendship I had made with her.

So I kept quiet.

And even told her that I was proud of her when she said she was getting married.

To him, never me.

I didn't attend her wedding, although I was invited.

We kept in contact over the years.

She told me of her pregnancies, job woes, and martial issues through owls.

I would write back with the best advice I could offer.

We kept our friendship that way.

Even though Ron hated me, he sent me an owl telling me of her sudden death.

I didn't attend the funeral due to the fact about no one wanted me there.

But now I sit in front of her tombstone.

Tracing the letters of her name with my fingers.

Wishing I had told Hermione I loved her before it had been too late.

Before I had became the man with no one to love.