Authors Note: This is something I wrote for a friend of mine. I do not own Harry Potter, or any related characters.
So this for you, Kaii, though you will never read it.
Summary: Hermoine is in love. But not, unfortunately, with her future husband. With a man she adores but most of the world hates. She'd do anything for him, but kill??
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I really, honestly, do not love this man.
So... why dearest sweet God, am I still with him?
As I drive up to your grand estate I know the answer. No matter how many times I pull up on your driveway, I will always know the answer.
He is perfect for me. His family, I know well and love them all. I fit neatly under his shoulder and his hands fit mine perfectly. You and I, darling, are not so well suited. You are too tall for me to fit under your shoulder and your long fingers do not fit my delicate hands. Your pale, slender body does mine no compliments.
You greet me at the door silently. For us there are no over the top exclamations of love and joy at seeing one another, no whispered romantic words, lies only a fool in love can believe. In this way we are well suited. You do not care to speak lies and I do not care to hear them.
He whispers words of love to me, looks at me with tenderness in his eyes when we make sweetness. Sometimes, when I dare, I sneak a glance at you and imagine I see tenderness in your eyes too.
But that is imagination. There is no tenderness. Just what we want, what we always want.
One month on and I feel my tummy twist with a range of emotions as I see the blue line appear.
I drive to your house, already expecting the answer you will no doubt give.
You don't.
Instead your eyes smile and dance and I realise that all those times where not my imagination.
The hope fills my heart as you ask me...
To elope with you.
I cannot and you know it.
He forgives me, eventually. The rest of the family do not know. My beautiful baby girl is the daughter of my future husband, to them. The beautiful grey eyes? Dormant gene.
I named her Sakoura, after the cherry blossom. You loved the cherry blossom. You wanted to take me to a cherry blossom party in Japan.
Today is my wedding day. The Burrow is all set out beautifully, the white and gold complimenting each other, unlike us. But as I glide down the aisle, in my beautiful new dress, I wish that it was you that greeted me at the altar.
Our arrangements ended long ago, after the birth. But this arrangement, the one I have now sealed with my word and my kiss, will last forever, my husband and I joined in a union that will never break.
After the ceremony, I spot you in the crowd. I run to you and clutch you tight to me. You lead me outside, still no whispered love. I laugh slightly at you being so unchanged.
Outside waiting is your broom, and another next to it, waiting for us. My eyes fill with tears as you ask me again. I cannot leave and you know it.
Instead I kiss you hard on the lips, and take the ring you have offered me. Not an engagement ring, your ring, with your family crest on it. I kiss you one last time and run back to him, to my husband.
I don't look back. I cannot.
Three years later and my only son is brought screaming into this world. I name him Drake, for you, almost after you, of course. I wear your ring on a chain around my neck.
As I make my husbands dinner one more time, I make a pledge to myself. When my husband dies, which is but a matter of time, his enemies are many now he has shown his real nature, arrogance and greed, and none of them are in a better position than me, when he dies, I will bring my children and I will look for you. I will look for you, so watch for me Draco.