He was her best friend when they were kids.
They did everything together, they were inseparable.
But people change and it all become a distant memory.

Hermione knew Draco since she came to live in this neighborhood.
He was her neighbor next door, he was her all world.
She could still remember how they climbed the trees together, played in the local park, looked for new adventures and were there for each other.

Hermione hated this neighborhood, she decided the first time she set foot in it.
To live there meant to leave her friends and the life she had.
She didn't want to start over, she hated it.
But then he came along, this little sweet boy next door.
His grey bright eyes sparkled with excitement the first time they met and his blond hair shined in the sun, smile was occupying his features.
He changed her world from black to pink and she couldn't be happier.
He made her worries to go away, her fears to become irrelevant and her smile to become bigger. He was her everything.

But not everything lasts forever.
She was eleven at the time of the incident and after it everything changed.
Hermione was diagnosed as a Multiple Sclerosis patient.
Inflammatory disease in which the insulating covers of nerve cells in the brain and spinal cord are damaged. This damage disrupts the ability of parts of the nervous system to communicate, resulting in a wide range of signs and symptoms, including physical, mental, and sometimes psychiatric problems.

At first everything was still the same. He would visit her at home and spent time with her but as she became more and more sick the option of playing became more limited.
In the begging she could do what any other kids her age could.
But as the months pasted she eventually lost the feel in her legs and was forced into her wheelchair that she still using since then and that was the end of their relationship.

Hermione didn't go to school because her parents decided that it will be for the best.
If only they knew how lonely she was, all she could do is sit in the house all day staring at the ceiling. Her day usually included watching TV and reading the books she bought in Amazon into her Kindle. The books became her best friends and the imaginary world became her last resort. All the friends she made in Middle School were long gone to High School, living their lives as normal teenagers while she stuck in this mess.
Hermione will be eighteen in a couple of days but she still felt like her old eleven years old self. She couldn't do anything for herself, always treated by her parents.
The only thing she did herself was showering and dressing but it didn't really count.
She never partied nor hangs out in the mall and she didn't even left the house, except maybe the garden. But she still wanted it all, she wanted to be normal, she wanted to have friend and moreover she wanted to be loved.
Loved like those girls in her books, where the prince in the white horse swept them off their feet. But she knew that even if she will find that man she had nothing to offer him but suffering because she will always be the sick girl that need to be taken care off.
Hermione sighed as she rolled into the kitchen to take her medicine – five types of pills which include pills against depression and the illness itself.
Hermione had her moments of crazes but could you blame her? Life could be worse for her.

She was about to go back to her self pity thought when she heard car pull over the house.
It was probably her mom coming back from the grocery store. Hermione hurried to the front door to help to get her mom's shopping bags as she done for years.
She opened the door and rolled into the front garden only to find that it wasn't her mom but her old neighbor Draco. He was walking out of his black 2014's Maserati that his dad bought him for his birthday with beautiful girl beside him that looked like a model.
She had a black her and a killer body, everything about her felt like royalty and they looked like a very lovely couple. Hermione bit her tongue from crying. The encounter with her old best friend brought some memories she wished to forget.
It was also the first time they met face to face since four years ago and she still missed him.
She would watch him from her room window sometimes when he left the house, watching him moving on in his life without her.
She remembers the day that he left her and never came back except of couple occasions in which they had family holidays together. But those stopped when she told her mother four years ago that she didn't want to see him anymore. He never question her decision and she let him because it was the right thing to do- to set him free from the burden of his sick friend and move on with his life.

They were talking about something and laughing when he spotted her and their eyes met.
He stopped in his traces, causing confusion among his partner that only then saw Hermione.
But Hermione couldn't care less, her attention was captured by him.
His tall and strong figure- those strong arms that indicate that he was an athlete, fact she already knew and those hypnotizing grey eyes that took her breath away and of course his flawless face that made him look like god and also the golden hair.
She was snapped out of her thoughts when the girl next to him spoke "Who is she?" she asked and got Draco attention back to her.
Draco looked back at the girl and said nothing, pained look on his face.
His eyes avoid Hermione's as they just stood there in silence.
"Well?" She asked more urgently, frustrated from all the awkwardness in the air.
And then when she saw that he had no intention to reply she stared at Hermione, waiting for explanation. "Are you deaf too?" she asked.
"Leave her be" Draco snapped at her, pissed, looking at her.
"Just because she crippled doesn't mean I have to pity her, It isn't my fault she got sick" she crossed her hand over her chest, confused why Draco suddenly became so aggressive toward her, like she did nothing wrong. Before he could said something else to her Hermione interrupted their private conversation "I can take care of myself, and as for your question..we were friends once, long time ago. You don't need to go defensive because it is not like you have a competition here. We were friends once and then I became sick and he moved on" Hermione said annoyed at the whole situation.
"Well I would have move on too..who wants to be friends with sick girl like you? I mean it is depressing to even look at you, not to talk about be friends with you" she said.
"Are you mad? Or maybe you just stupid?.." He was about to finish his sentence before I interrupted him for the second time, his hand clenched tightly.
"Wasn't it the reason why you left in the first place? No need to go sorry for the handicapped girl now because it didn't bother you for the last four year, so why would it now?" She said, not waiting for his replay and rolling into her house, closing the door behind her.