I do not own anything recognizable…no matter how much I wish I did…
How does one start to explain a forbidden love? Do they tell you they never meant for it to happen? Well that'd be a lie considering the fact that I meant every bit of this to happen. Do they say it wasn't their fault? It was my fault though, even if just partially. I've always felt drawn to him, like a moth drawn to a flame, but I've always hidden it until our secretly shared moments deep within the castle. Our meetings were in the most hidden, most discreet places imaginable. Whether it be the third floor girl's loo or the cupboard behind the statue of the one eyed witch. We always made it work.
The day it all stopped is still vivid in my memory, even though it's been a decade.
"We can't do this anymore." He stated plainly, his back to me.
I had arrived at the meeting place to find him waiting for me, which is unusual since I'm usually the one waiting.
"What do you mean by that?" I tried to hold myself together, but my emotions were slowly lacing themselves into my words, strangling them until they couldn't possibly hurt more than they already do.
"I mean, it's done." His voice was steady and emotionless.
"You mean you don't love me? You mean this all meant nothing to you? That we meant nothing to you?" My voice cracked, I knew I had messed up. I had gotten too attached to something that could never be mine and now I was paying the price for my ignorance.
"I never loved you. This only served the purpose of a distraction. And, there was never a 'we', there never will be either." He turned to face me and his cold, gray eyes met mine.
He was right, though. I was naive to think that we could ever be anything and that I ever meant anything to him. It was impossible considering the fact he is incapable to love.
"You're right. I was stupid. I could see it in the way you look at the other girls that you never loved me. That you could hurt her by accident and feel absolutely horrible but when you hurt me on purpose, you feel no remorse whatsoever. I understand that I never was anything to you. But I do know I made you feel something." Tears were silently welling up and slowly rolling down my face as I spoke the unspoken, "I love you and you love her."
"Who do I love?" He was honestly going to make me say it.
"Pansy," I stated with a gleam of resentment in my eyes.
"You're wrong, Hermione." He walked out of the abandoned classroom, that night the deatheaters raided the castle, the last time I ever saw Draco was at the final battle.
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