Seven. The Ten Challenge; Ten Stories in Ten Hours.
Mid-summer; ends in a valley. One character turns another character in.
"You don't have to do this Granger."
("You didn't have to kill him.")
"I can change, I promise."
("Don't tell me things that will never happen.")
"I love you."
("I-I know. But it's not good enough.")
The dementor's kiss, the most dreaded of all death penalties. Avada Kedavra paled in comparison of this terrible end to a life.
"Change your mind Granger, change it!"
("I can't, I can't.")
"Why won't you just try? Do you ever try for me?"
("I went behind all my friend's backs to be with you, I defied everyone who had ever trusted me. Don't say I never tried.")
"I-I'm scared, Hermione."
("I know Draco, I know.")
I sat by his graveside in that fateful valley where we buried him, watched as his white coffin was lowered into the dark, cold ground. Crying for all the wrong I had done, crying for the life he lost, crying for what we could've been. Crying for the right that I had done, that made me feel so wrong. Each tear I shed reminded me of how damn much that I loved him. How I loved him and betrayed him.
"I love you."
("I-I know. But it's not good enough.")
"I'm sorry."
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