AN. This is a companion peace to You Killed Him. I wrote it, and it just didn't fit in.
She was soft with him.
Her eyes were a chocolate brown, her hair silky, and her lips warm.
She smiled when she was with him and it was genuine and it was sweet.
She was beautiful and she was just Hermione.
The girl he had teased all those years.
The girl he'd been jealous of. Though she'd never know that.
The girl that was friends with Harry and Ron.
She shone when she was with him.
She was light when she was with him.
She was love.
And then she's leave and Hermione was gone.
He was left with a cold shadow of what she was with him.
Her eyes were black and they shone with cruelness that never stopped giving him goose bumps whenever he looked at them, and he was not the only one.
When she smiled, it was cold and harsh and it promised pain, it hurt just to look at and it hurt him the hardest.
He could see why she was the Dark Lords second hand.
Because she could hate with as much passion as she loved.
She was feared almost as much as the Dark Lord was.
Any day know they would call her, She-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.
When she was Hermione she would laugh it off, but when she was Nott she would scowl and it was hard to believe it was the same woman he loved.
Then she'd be back and it would be perfect.
He would forget the cold, cruel woman he saw with the Deatheaters and she was just Hermione again.
The woman he loved.
And they would smile and they would laugh, and he would miss her when she was gone.
She was two different women.
Or at least that's the way he'd think of it, but there were always times when he saw Nott in Hermione.
How her eyes would turn cold and her hands would shake with fury.
He was always careful with Hermione.
Because she was more delicate then she would ever admit.