"No! No, please, please, Draco! Don't go!" Hermione stood in the living room of her small flat, tears pouring down her face. He simply looked at her sadly, tthen turned and walked away, out of the door and out of her life. She sank to the floor, sobbing quietly.To tell the truth, she knew that it would happen. He hadn't been quite right for months, but she had hoped that it was just a passing thing. That he would get over it, and they would carry on as they had always done. They say opposites attract, and, for a while, that seemed to be true.
The dew of the morningSunk chill on my browIt felt like the warningOf what I feel nowThy vows are all brokenAnd light is thy fameI hear thy name spokenAnd share in it's shameI wonder what happened to the promises we made, Hermione thought, bitterly. We promised that we would love each other forever, that we would never let anything come between us. Her friends notice that whenever Draco's name is mentioned, in a conversation, or in the Prophet, she seems to shut down, to stop talking, and sit, staring into space. Little do they know how much it still hurts.
They name thee before meA knell to mine earA shudder comes o'er meWhy wert thou so dear?They know not I knew theeWho knew thee too wellLong, long shall I rue theeToo deeply to tell
Hermione sometimes thinks about what would have happened if he hadn't walked out of her flat that day. She wonders if maybe they would have told people about their relationship, rather than keeping it a secret. She wonders if they would have got married. Had children. Lived their lives together until they died. She sometimes wonders how he is, without her. She wonders if he misses her to.
In secret we metIn silence I grieveThat thy heart could forgetThy spirit decieveIf I should meet theeAfter long yearsHow should I greet thee?With silence and tearsHermione drags herself away from her book and walks towards the door. The knocking persists, and a small part of her can't help wondering if it's him, if he's come back... She pushes the though awaaway and opens the door. There, on her doorstep, is Draco Malfoy. Time seems to stand still as she stares at him. A single tear rolls down her cheek.