just some dramione drabble, and although I don't expect a lot of people to read it, review:)


Tears leaked down her face.

he's still here, he's still here

She sat in an old chair, the stuffing falling out of it.

he promised me promised, promised, promised

She was holding a photograph.

can't break it, he can't, he loves me, he loves me

It was a Muggle photo, which showed a couple together, happy and smiling. Ignorantly blissful.

"After this war is over Granger, you and me, we'll still be together."

The war was over now. Where was he?

broke it, broke the promise, broke my trust, my heart, my soul, broke it, smashed it to pieces

Maybe if she pretended that he was still here, she would be in the loving comfort of his arms, holding her, the warm gaze of his eyes that told her he loved her. Maybe she could pretend that he didn't die

he didn't, didn't, he promised me, he can't break it

It's the truth. He's dead he won't ever live again and it's all your fault

no its not, can't be, isn't true, it's true

I just want to pretend that this didn't happen. That he was; is alive. Is that too much to ask?

Outside, rain splattered, the sky a dull grey.

She could almost see him standing outside, a lone figure illuminated by the ocassional flash of lightning. She could almost feel his presence, lighting up her soul and mending her broken heart. But she knew that she was pretending and it didn't help but she did it anyways because she missed him so much and it hurt hurt like hell.

The figure turned around.

He smiled lovingly at her.

And in the end, she didn't have to pretend anymore.