Remember When

Tinsadisaster

Summary: Remember when you loved me? DMHG

Disclaimer: The characters belong to J.K. Rowling but the plot is a little bit my idea and a little bit everyone else's. Do you understand what I mean? Yeah.

You look beautiful.

You're staring at yourself in front of the mirror, pulling a loose curl back into place and smoothing down the front of your dress. I can see your eyes glitter as if you could upstage the stars' fantastic shimmer and I feel tears form in my eyes and a sob rise from within me.

You are Hermione Granger, soon to be Hermione Granger Weasley.

And I am Draco Malfoy, the boy you loved and the one whose love you forgot.

Perhaps this was the day I was always talking about in Hogwarts. I had said, as a young, rebellious brat, that there would never be a day where I would be jealous of Ronald Weasley for I owned more galleons than him, therefore owning worlds more. And now that I think of it, I feel like a hypocrite.

I do envy Ron Weasley. His vault does not hold as much galleons as mine and his cloaks are not as refined as mine but his life is much happier than mine and the reason is that he has you.

You were once my world, a lifetime ago, but time has passed and I have learned it stops for no man, no matter how many golden coins he owns or how he helped Harry Potter save the world.

Yes, that's true. I helped Harry Potter save the world; I, the son of a Deatheater and murderer, the spy who Voldemort trusted with his secrets, the man who killed his own godfather. Yet, I am a hero. My name is printed in the newspapers and I was given highest awards for my contribution in the downfall of the darkest wizard that ever lived. My name is written on the stones of history and the tide will not wash it away into obscurity.

But your name is written on the stone that is my heart. Your words have been ingrained into my mind, though you have no recollection at all. Your touch has been burned deep within my skin and it keeps me warm on the coldest of winter nights. I have seen your soul, Hermione, and I can honestly say that is one thing Ronald Weasley will never see or own in his lifetime.

I have seen the very essence of you and I have let you seen the very essence of me. We have shared a bond that could destroy Voldemort a dozen times over. That bond was destroyed, though, by the hands of my own flesh and blood. I will never forget the night your love was taken away from me for it was the worst night of my life.

And now, I think I'm reliving it all over again.

I walked into the room with Harry, who kept tinkering with his bow tie. Though Harry is not longer my rival, I can still say that he has no fashion sense at all and is completely stupid. He confirmed this himself.

You turn around, though you had much trouble due to the silly puffiness of your white dress. You squeal and attempt to run over to us but you are kept in place.

"Now, we wouldn't want the lady of the evening to be pictured with the silliest bruise on her face, now would we, Harry?" I hear myself say. Harry grinned and rushed over, hugging his friend. I copied Harry, though my embrace was extremely better than his.

I hug you, in hopes that perhaps this will jumpstart your memory. I pull you away at arm's length and peer into your deep, chocolate eyes and for a second, a flicker of something appears and as suddenly as it appears, goes away. I am hopeful now.

You remembered, didn't you?

"I'm just so nervous. And this dress is absolutely horrible; I can barely walk! How will I manage down to the alter?" you say, a certain nervous laugh ringing out of you.

"Oh, I bet we could hire that vendor down the street to sell us an illegal magic carpet and it'll gladly whisk your unconscious self down the aisle," Harry says.

"Oh, Harry!" You playfully punch him and look over your shoulder at your reflection. I think I just heard both Harry and I sigh with longing.

He loved you too, didn't he? He had something to do with the end of us.

"I've never felt like this since… Well… Yule Ball!"

"You look just as beautiful as you did at Yule Ball, Hermione."

"Of course, the prettiest witch of all, that night," I say.

"Oh, you two! Trying to flatter me and everything. Mind you, I'll be off the market once this day ends."

I move to make a sarcastic remark but Ginny Weasley interrupted, barging into the room and telling us that Ron needed some help.

Harry kisses you on the cheek and hugs you again, smiling that smile of his, which has always brought out the happiness on your face. I kiss you too, though my kiss is one of a lover, teasing and scandalous yet subtle. I embrace you once more and quietly say what I always wanted to tell you, ever since that dreadful night and the years that have passed us like rude strangers in the train station.

"What?" you say, confusion set in those beautiful eyes of yours.

"Oh nothing," I say. "You'll remember…"

You smile, confused and worried.

You will remember, if it's the death of me.

I walk out the door with Harry and Ginny.

I walk away from you.

I walk to the man you will soon wed.

I walk to the man who'll have the opportunity to love what once was mine and mine alone.

I walk to the man which I wish was me.

And tears form in my eyes, tears that I let the others see. These tears have been locked inside me for years and they suddenly pour out as my soul weeps gently while my heart is severely beaten down.

"Bit emotional there, mate?" Harry says, tauntingly.

"Shut up, Potter," I say.

Yes, shut up Harry Potter. You don't know the war that's fighting itself within me right now. I know you know of trial and tribulation. I know you know of pain and suffering. I know you know of loss and hardship. I know you know of everything single bloody thing in the world but you are wrong.

You don't know what it is like to have love, be loved, and to love to the unchartered limits of the world and have it taken away from you and you could do absolutely nothing about it.

You don't know what it is like to have Hermione Granger in your arms and in your heart and in your head and in your blood and have it all taken away from you and you didn't do anything about it.

You don't know what it is like to stand here, on this very day, the day you'll be seeing your soul mate ripped away from you by the hands of fate and be sent to another man who is extremely undeserving of such luck.

You don't know what it is like to have someone care for you in such a way that your frozen heart was melted and your world was turned upside down and inside out. You don't know. You have no bloody idea.

I know, Harry Potter. I know all this. I know it all because I've been carrying this load on my back ever since I lost her and I choose to carry it still, for a flame inside of me still flickers for her and it is one that is to never be killed.

I know what it is like to love someone so much and watch them be obliviated of all the memories and feelings you've shared with her and you could do nothing but watch. I know what it is like to completely hate a man, especially the man who obliviated her. I know what it is like to kill a man, to tear him to pieces in such an inhumane way. I know what it is like to feel guilt, feel remorse, feel embarrassed when you are handed an award that honors your bravery when you know you murdered heartlessly.

I know all this. This is my past, present, and future. This is who I am.

I am a wreck and this day is the day to end all my days.

When the priest asks if anyone believes this sacred bond between man and wife is wrong, I don't know what I will do.

Hermione, let me watch you walk down the aisle. Let me wish that I was the man waiting for you at the end. Let me wish that I was not just one of the grooms men. Let me wish all my foolish heart desires.

Let me remember when you loved me, and only me and I was the happiest human alive.

I wish you will remember the same too.

Author Says: It's a bit… OOC, don't you think? Well, I like it. I wonder if you guys and gals will too, Review. Tell me what you think. Suggest something. Your idea just might find itself in this fanfiction. This is for you, guys. And I assure you, I will not let this be a one shot alone.

Happy early Thanksgiving! Gobble gobble:)

Sinfully and eloquently yours,

Tinsadisaster