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This is a prologue, and pretty much a tester. As my dedicated readers know, I have not updated in quite a while, and... I'm sorry, but I've been super busy and had uber writer's block. So come on and gimme lots of nice comments and maybe it'll give me inspiration! xD
"You swore an oath, Draco! We swore an oath! An oath, Draco, to tell the truth." Hermione threw her hands in the air and shook her head, tears welling in her big brown eyes. "I can't believe this, Draco. I thought that we were finally past all of this, that we could finally truly trust each other." She took a deep breath, rephrasing the last words she wanted to say, articulating them just right. "Draco, I swore to you that I would always tell you the purest of truths, that I would be here for you always, treasure and cherish you, that I would love you. And haven't I done those things? I thought that I had." A tear rolled down the side of her nose, and her eyelashes stuck together from the moisture collecting on them.
Draco closed his eyes and hung his head, guilt washing over him. He took an audible gulp and sighed, completely speechless. He had done it again. He had betrayed her, he had used her, taken advantage of her trust, taken her absolutely for granted. "Hermione… I…" Draco took a deep breath and looked up at her beautiful face, her eyes swollen and her cheeks red, the pain so evident in her eyes. "I'm sorry." That was all that he could say. Wasn't it all that he could ever say to her? It seemed that he was saying it over and over now… yet it worked less and less every time.
Another tear slid down Hermione's cheek, and Draco could see the lump in her throat. He could hear the ragged anxiety building in her breathing. "Draco… I don't know what to do. I don't know what else I can say to you, I don't know if I can forgive you again. There are only so many times I can take this abuse." She saw no way that she could continue living like this. Once, she could forgive. Twice, twice was painful. But a third time? For the third time, Hermione's heart was broken by this man whom she had adored for nearly ten years. "I need time, Draco. I need to be by myself, I need to… I need to know if I can forgive you… or… if I can even live with the idea of you." Hermione turned away from the man she no longer was sure she could love, crossing her arms tightly over her chest, wishing that things could go back to the way they had once been.
