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Hermione stared blankly at the pictures scattered across the floor. All were from a happier time. There were ones from her days at Hogwarts, smiling with Harry and Ron. Ones from before that, on trips with her family. There were pictures from her days in college.
There were also pictures of her and him.
Arms wrapped around each other. Smiling faces. Kissing. Holding hands.
An ache began in her chest and the urge to cry arose. Hermione didn't resist it.
She reached out and picked up one that particularly made her upset.
They were sitting on one of the couches at Grimmauld Place during the party to celebrate winning the war. She was in his lap, one arm loosely around his neck, the other on his chest, making little patterns with her finger. One of his arms was around her back, holding her close to him, the other in her hair. It had been a tender moment, one neither of them knew a picture was being taken of. The affection in both of their faces was obvious. Anyone who looked at the picture would instantly know the two were in love.
The key word there was 'were'.
For Hermione, there always would be love. She would always, until the end of her days, love him.
But he had left her. Left her alone with a broken heart and the desperate want to have him hold her again.
He said he couldn't do it any more, that she had too much going for her and he didn't want to ruin it.
What he didn't know was that, by saying those words, he had ruined her.
Hermione could still remember the electric feeling she got whenever she kissed him. The way the world seemed perfect when they were together. The way she fit perfectly against him when they lay together.
All those memories seemed to make the hole in her chest bigger and ache all the more strongly.
"I want you back...Severus..."
A/N: Concrit, please!