I had tried so hard, so damned hard, to be the perfect girl for him.
"I'm sorry. So sorry."
That was all he said as he let go of my wrist, walked out of the door and out of my life, forever.
Everyone told me that I was stupid to put myself in a relationship, being the man that he was, they were sure that, being the woman i was, that he was not good enough. I wasnt the kind of girl to listen to what everyone told me, no sir, not then. I was so stupid. So damned stupid to believe that I could be the one that would be able to make him settle down. He had told me that he couldnt love me, but i was sure, so sure. I would make him love me. I would, and he would see that I am the one that would be there forever. Putting faith in false hopes, always would bemy downfall. The words, "I'm sorry," will forever be imprinted within my brain and I am starting to hate the words. Is it so hard to love me? Loving him wasnt easy. I took my life and placed all the bad things with a box and packed it deep within my sole and all i got was pain. Deep and consuming. I was comfortable, being the one to smile and pretend that nothing was hurting me. I was comfortable, being the woman in the shadows. I made him shine like gold, and glitter like a star in the sky and when things were finally seeming to turn out for the best, he left.
I just wanted him to love me. I didnt want to be broken anymore, because my heart was slowly beating and anymore blows would leave me in critial conditon. I just wanted love, laughter and someone to go home to. someone to know that i was theres, and that they were mine. I wanted his children. To carry a life inside of me, that was ours. A tie to each other that nothing and no one could break. An infinite link form my heart, to his. But the child, the one I had so longed for, that I had dreamed of, would never happen. The moment he walked out my life, the dream had diminshed and now, I am left, sitting upon the couch. A wine glass in my hand, watching as the fire in the fire place blazes and turns into embers.
It takes me a whiel to notice that the fire is out, that the embers have turned to ash. I am alone. Always alone. I needed him, why didnt he need me?
But no one really needed Hermione Granger, no, not after the war was over. Not Ron, not Harry, not Ginny, not even Crooks'. It was a sad day indeed when a witch as lovely as Hermione was in need of comfort from her cat. A sad day indeed.
I never thought that it would go this far.
His distance was normal, it Him, after all and when had he ever wanted nor needed my company. Even as we began our love affair, he had been aloof, distance as always and not once, not once, had I ever thought anything about it.
Since when did I?
Neverttheless, I played the fool, as I had done with Ronald and gave everything, and expected nothing in return. And nothing was exactly what I got back. Out of all the men, muggles and wixards alike, I had had to go and choose the most dangerous of all. I guess he was right, he would never love me.
Malfoys never fall in love.