She had trusted him.
She, Hermione Granger, had trusted him, and he betrayed her.
So she did what her heart told her to.
She ran.
Hermione Granger escaped from England. She went into muggle London, boarded a plane.
And when Draco Malfoy came to meet her, she ignored him.
And she left England for America.
Six months.
Six months she had been in America.
And only one letter.
Hermione,
You must hate me right now. I... I know what I did was wrong. And I'm sorry. But... please. Do everyone proud...
Draco.
That was it. She cried every night. She would cry herself to sleep.
And every night, she would wonder. Would she ever have her heart back?
When she left London, she ripped her heart out. All the attached strings, all the little secrets of it. She ripped it out and threw it on the tarmac.
And there it lay, like a ruined puppet. Like the played puppet that her heart was.
Where her heart should've been was now a gaping hole.
Draco did not go after her. It was his punishment. For betraying him. He thought she wouldn't want him. So he didn't. He dove into killing Voldemort. And when he did, he finally settled down a little. Found a job at the Ministry. Threw himself into work.
Never married. He couldn't bring himself to. And just like that, his life wasted away.
They were compared to Romeo and Juliet. They had each other. They had the world, anything they wanted. They had the life, the love, the passion for each other. The undying love that poured out of both their hearts. And then Romeo did something horrible. He murdered someone she loved. Like the way he betrayed her. He had hurt Juliet so. And yet, through all of it, she still loved him. They were ripped apart as easily as ripping a rag doll in half. And so they existed. Without each other. Suffering, in constant pain. And yet, fear of what would happen should they meet up again. What would happen? Would the world stop spinning? Would anything matter? Hermione had not completely destroyed her and Draco. She had injured them. In a skillful way, which would push them apart if they tried to be together. Yes, they were very much like Romeo and Juliet.
There was one difference. One difference so small, it was drastic.
Romeo and Juliet had died together.
Hermione and Draco died apart.
Author's Note: So yeah. A little bit of angsty romantic stuff. I love Dramione. Comments?
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter OR Romeo and Juliet. They belong to JK Rowling and William Shakespeare, respectively. Anything in this story that sounds like another is purely coincidental!