To This Day
A/N: Super short drabble -ish kind of story. Sorry I haven't updated any of my other stories I just really couldn't be bothered.
He sees her from time to time. Out in the streets, in the ministry, at cafes and restaurants. And every time he see her, the only way I can describe his face would be agonised. Pure agony as if someone was ripping a hole through his heart, destroying him, ravaging him. But despite the pain, he never looks away, always continues to stare on with regret and anguish and the pain of lost opportunities.
I know he loves her, very much. He just never realised it fast enough, and so someone else got to her first. But he had his shot, although he didn't make anything of it, he did receive his chance.
I remember that winter so many years ago back when we still attended school. He had always hated her for her blood, but that year, for some peculiar reason, it changed. It changed from his usual glares and sneers to soft smiles and teasing grins. It was an amazing change to watch, I never worked out what influenced it, but none the less it did him much good.
Every day, somehow, he would manage to find her in the many throngs of people, and everyday, somehow, he would make the time to talk to her and at first I thought perhaps he had really moved on from the pureblood mania, but it wasn't until later I found out about his more sinister intentions.
At the start I recall thinking that maybe he genuinely liked her, which I thought was proved right when he finally asked her out and she agreed. But then six months later, countless dates and held hands and secret kisses, he did it. He told her that it was all part of a bet. He humiliated her in front of a whole room full of people, he humiliated her and told her she was ugly and worthless and that she shouldn't be surprised because, honestly how likely was it that a pureblood could actually love a mudblood? He made her cry that day. And I had never seen such regret in his eyes.
To this day he pays for his mistakes, for his mistakes all those years ago when he betrayed and let go a woman who he could without hesitation call his soul mate. To this day he cries almost every week, and he has nightmares about what could've been, and where they could be now. And to this day I, Blaise Zabini, have never seen a man sadder than Draco Malfoy.
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