Disclaimer: Characters are not mine, they belong to J. K. Rowling, a beautiful and wonderful lady who created some beautiful and wonderful characters but then decided to kill some of them.
From afar
Another day goes by without being able to hold you in my arms, unable to kiss you, without waking up next to you, enjoying your presence. I do not remember since when I'm like this, since when I desire you from afar. I want you to be mine, no one else's, only me who touch you and cover your body with kisses... I want you just for me, Hermione Granger.
I remember you would walk in the Great Hall and everything would light up, like you were the sun. You walked so sure of yourself, with that walk that would make even the holiest of men go crazy. You were perfect, so perfect that no compliment was good enough for you. Your body was wonderful, so sexy yet simple; I would like to be the owner of that body at least once.
I was a coward. I couldn't confess you that since the first time I saw you on the Hogwarts Express something in me told me you were special; instead I used to hurt you with my words full of pureblood pride, controlled by the idea of my parents about how I should be honored of being part of Slytherin and defend my anti-muggle principles. Damn the hour in which my destiny was set to be a pureblood, a Malfoy... If I were a muggleborn, I'm sure you would be with me right now, as I always craved. In Slytherin there were guys who got along very well with Gryffindors and several times I was tempted to ask how they did it, but obviously I chickened out and never asked.
I wasn't just attracted to your body, no matter how provocative it was, there was something very intriguing about your feelings, the urge to help everyone, your exquisite intelligence, your sincerity and understanding... but above all, your naivety in not realizing that you made men desire you; it happened to me more than once. I was, and still am, a man who enjoys sex, but with you it was different, you used to wake up the sexual animal inside me but I felt that if I put a finger on you I would break you, like if you were made of beautiful crystal.
I wish I had a future with you, start a family with you, live happily until we eventually grow old and die. Unfortunately, I can't realize that dream, I can't be your lover, your friend for the rest of our lives because that's what's missing here: life. You don't exist; you're only air floating around me.
Yes, from afar I have to love and suffer for you, from afar in this damn world without you. I hope I get to see you again sometime, maybe in another life where we can be together and where death will take both of us and not just you, where 'from afar' is just a simple phrase.
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