Er, hi? So yeah, this just came to me in the middle of the night after reading some really sad poems.
It's not the best, I know. Do leave me a review and I'll be glad to read and improve!
{ Draco Malfoy x Astoria Greengrass | Hermione Granger x Ron Weasley / Post-Hogwarts / Epilogue Compliant }
I saw her today.
I saw him today.
It seems like it has been forever since I last saw her. No, it has been forever since we last saw each other.
It's been years since I last saw him. These last few years felt like forever.
She looks better than before. Healthier. She always had that glow around her.
He looks really good. Has he always looked this good? He looks healthier now, and so much happier.
Her brown eyes, her hazel hair, her. The fire in her eyes are still burning, but something's different in her eyes.
His platinum blonde hair, his silver eyes, him. There's something different about his eyes, I'm not too sure what.
I asked her how was she at the Ministry.
"It's been great. Everything is going really well." As good as I can be without you.
Her voice never fails to make my heart skip a beat.
"How about you? What have you been up to?" He probably doesn't really care about how my boring work is, just casual questions for old schoolmates.
"Potions. Trying to get Malfoy Industries to become worldwide."I glanced over her shoulder and saw Weasel with two young children.
"How's Weaselbee?" I asked, hoping she doesn't realize the hint of jealousy…
"Oh… Ron's good. He's been a great father." You still won't give up calling Ron nicknames. But I wish it was you instead of him.
"How about your wife? I never got her name."
"Astoria, Astoria Greengrass. Well, Astoria Malfoy now. But she's a few years younger than us. She's nice, she's been a good Mother to Scorp." I wonder if she realizes that I would pick her over Astoria any day.
He looks wonderful with his wife. She seems like a really nice woman.
I told her I missed her and her bushy hair, I really did.
I laughed. How ridiculous! With a wife like Astoria, he probably didn't mean it.
I meant it, I really did.
He doesn't mean it, I mean look at him with his pretty wife over there.
I gave my all and held her close, I never want to let go. But I had to.
It's just friendly hug, a friendly gesture. A goodbye hug.
I told Astoria I had business to do, and walked to the nearest bar.
I walked to the nearest bar I knew.
I drank possibly my seventh glass of firewhiskey.
I asked for a glass of firewhiskey.
The alcohol cuts open my throat, but it doesn't hurt as much as losing her/him.
I still love her.
I still love him.
But I lost her.
But I lost him.