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I couldn't understand why he treated me this way. Like I didn't matter, just someone who was head over heels in love with him, someone who adores him so much that I would do anything, anything to keep him, to make him happy.
But was I ever important?
Did he ever think of me as someone he cared for?
I doubt he ever cared for anyone other than himself and his ambition. An ambition that opposed everything I believed in, everything I was brought up to be. But I just loved him so much it hurts. I can't turn away from him when he needed me… Need, yes. Maybe he really didn't need me after all. He just kept me to do his bidding, a slave willing to die for her master.
The thought makes me smile.
It reminds me of a woman who endured prison for years, waiting and waiting for the day when her knight in shining armor will come and fly her out of her misery.
Does he even care enough for me to actually bother rescuing me from the fate I put unto myself?
He'd probably just look at me with those steel-cold eyes and pretend to pity me. He'd probably leave me with only half a smile before leaving me without even glancing back. He'd probably replace me with another whore faster than a dementor could suck my soul.
But maybe, I don't have to wait for a dementor to suck my being because he already has it. I gave it to him a long time ago. I put my whole life into his hands. I endured all the loneliness, all the pain and all the lies just to be with him.
But we were never together. We became one in the darkness of the night, we almost shared every breath, but for him, it was nothing.
I was nothing. He put himself beyond such human emotions such as care. And concern. And love.
Love was just a word. A word with no meaning for a heartless man like him.
But he was my all.
Words can't even come close to describing my feelings for him. Feelings deeper than the scar he left me.
I have always thought of escaping from all this. For a girl so smart, how could I stoop down to this? How was I able to turn my back on everything I treasured in a blink of an eye? Just for a man who didn't even love me, or like me in the least.
But when I look into those silver orbs, no coherent thought comes. Everything just fades away into nothingness. And all that existed was he. I wonder how anyone could be so beautiful and so evil at the same time.
There were so many men in the world to fall in love with. They were not inhuman like him. They were capable of loving me back; capable of making me feel that I was the most wonderful person in the world.
Why didn't I fall for them?
Why did it have to be him?
Maybe because despite of his cruelty, no one could be like him. He is only one.
And even though here I am, bruised and bloodied in front of him, waiting for the final strike of pain I would ever feel, the look in those eyes still captured my soul.
I was not wrong in choosing him.
He was…
Is…
And always will be…
Mine.
"Avada Kedavra."
A/N: Even though it is entirely obvious that the person is Hermione, thinking about her relationship with Draco, it wouldn't hurt to elaborate, would it? At least everyone gets the picture. Did you like it? Do you want me to write a sequel, Draco's POV next time? Well, go ahead and express your feelings, REVIEW!!!
I couldn't understand why he treated me this way. Like I didn't matter, just someone who was head over heels in love with him, someone who adores him so much that I would do anything, anything to keep him, to make him happy.
But was I ever important?
Did he ever think of me as someone he cared for?
I doubt he ever cared for anyone other than himself and his ambition. An ambition that opposed everything I believed in, everything I was brought up to be. But I just loved him so much it hurts. I can't turn away from him when he needed me… Need, yes. Maybe he really didn't need me after all. He just kept me to do his bidding, a slave willing to die for her master.
The thought makes me smile.
It reminds me of a woman who endured prison for years, waiting and waiting for the day when her knight in shining armor will come and fly her out of her misery.
Does he even care enough for me to actually bother rescuing me from the fate I put unto myself?
He'd probably just look at me with those steel-cold eyes and pretend to pity me. He'd probably leave me with only half a smile before leaving me without even glancing back. He'd probably replace me with another whore faster than a dementor could suck my soul.
But maybe, I don't have to wait for a dementor to suck my being because he already has it. I gave it to him a long time ago. I put my whole life into his hands. I endured all the loneliness, all the pain and all the lies just to be with him.
But we were never together. We became one in the darkness of the night, we almost shared every breath, but for him, it was nothing.
I was nothing. He put himself beyond such human emotions such as care. And concern. And love.
Love was just a word. A word with no meaning for a heartless man like him.
But he was my all.
Words can't even come close to describing my feelings for him. Feelings deeper than the scar he left me.
I have always thought of escaping from all this. For a girl so smart, how could I stoop down to this? How was I able to turn my back on everything I treasured in a blink of an eye? Just for a man who didn't even love me, or like me in the least.
But when I look into those silver orbs, no coherent thought comes. Everything just fades away into nothingness. And all that existed was he. I wonder how anyone could be so beautiful and so evil at the same time.
There were so many men in the world to fall in love with. They were not inhuman like him. They were capable of loving me back; capable of making me feel that I was the most wonderful person in the world.
Why didn't I fall for them?
Why did it have to be him?
Maybe because despite of his cruelty, no one could be like him. He is only one.
And even though here I am, bruised and bloodied in front of him, waiting for the final strike of pain I would ever feel, the look in those eyes still captured my soul.
I was not wrong in choosing him.
He was…
Is…
And always will be…
Mine.
"Avada Kedavra."
A/N: Even though it is entirely obvious that the person is Hermione, thinking about her relationship with Draco, it wouldn't hurt to elaborate, would it? At least everyone gets the picture. Did you like it? Do you want me to write a sequel, Draco's POV next time? Well, go ahead and express your feelings, REVIEW!!!