Memories
Memories.
Sad memories.
Also, happy memories.
No.
Just sad.
Heart-breaking memories.
The first kiss?
No, that was sad, too.
First time she told me she loved me?
Worse.
When Father found out?
I wanted to die.
When Mother found out?
I was ashamed.
They asked me why.
I couldn't reply...
They said I wasn't good enough to be a Malfoy.
It was sad.
Heart-breaking.
Pathetic.
A Mudblood?
Horrible.
I told her we couldn't be together.
Awful.
She asked me why, crying.
I felt like I was dying.
She later told me she hated me.
I felt like commiting suicide.
My Father died.
I felt like it was my fault.
Mother died.
I felt like it was Father's fault.
I'm a bad person.
She was back in my arms again.
I felt complete.
My only happy memory.
But now she's gone.
My fault.
Voldemort killed her.
I killed him.
I still felt horrible.
She was gone.
Never coming back.
I'd never be with her again.
No more kisses.
No more 'I love you.'
No more holding each other.
No more laughter.
All I have is one happy memory.
But it's enough.
Having the memory is good enough.
As long as I know Hermione loved me.
I know she had a happy memory, too.
Only thing worth remembering.
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