"Hold on to her tightly, for if your grasp slackens just a bit, she may leave forever."
Draco sat in the corner of the dark kitchen, remembering the last words of his mother's. Close to death and painfully ill, she had put herself aside to remind her son of how precious love was. Narcissa was always a good woman. She had just associated herself with the wrong kind. She proved her regret before her farewell, when she wished that Draco be happy and to never let the darkness invade again. He promised her to stay on track and to cherish the one who had his heart, someone who made Narcissa smile and completely filled him with happiness.
"She's a good one, Draco. Keep her."
Hermione had always been a challenge, dating back to when they were in school. She was rough, intelligent, self confident and truly irresistible. She stole his heart and in return she gave him hers. Until now.
"Don't make the same mistakes as I did."
He had changed over the years. Foolish pride from his family name had gotten to him. The morals that his pureblooded ancestry had created came back to haunt him. He neglected Hermione endlessly, telling lies and sneaking to meet his old colleagues. Together, they came up with malicious ideas and spent hours drinking. They were planning for the future. She found out what he was up to and tried to stop him from going, afraid that he would be lured to a bad community. He had shrugged her off, ignoring her pleas and telling her off.
"There's always a result of your actions."
She had left the next day. Suitcases by the door, she was a miserable mess. He had walked by without a word. Arrogant as he was, he thought she would be crawling back to him. Turns out, he was the one doing the begging.
And now, he was empty. She had taken his heart with her, for he never stopped loving her. He was just a foolish man, pressured by those he thought were trustworthy.
"Love her, my son. Love her to eternity."