Sometimes things are meant to happen, sometimes they are not. I believe that marrying Tom was one thing that was supposed to happen. I loved him so badly, it hurt my body and soul. But still I loved him. I gave up everything for him;my friends, my life, the chance to be with Harry and Ron. I sacrificed it all for him. And in return he gave me my love, he gave up his death eaters dream. Like they all say "love requires sacrifice'' and they were right. Each day Tom and I had to sacrifice something. It came to the point where we were left with nothing but each other. And that's when we realized how far our love stretched.
Some days were good, some days were bad. On the good days we didn't fight, we were content. But the bad days were something different altogether. We fought,we would fight until I was in tears and he was in his emotionless trance. Those were the bad days. Sometimes the fights got to the point where we didn't speak to each other for a couple of days, sometimes a whole week.
But life goes on, and as our relationship progressed so did our understanding for each other. I understood his anger, he understood my happiness. Sometimes I felt like we were to puzzle pieces that connected perfectly; we were both smart at some degree, we both could understand each other. But sometimes things did not go smooth sailing, it was hard and sometimes I felt like calling quits and leaving. But I never did, because Tom Riddle is the string connecting me to the world, cut that string and I would be floating in space, lost with no purpose. I was I stayed, and I never regret it.
But sometimes he would leave, and I would be a wreck, but he would come back. Sometimes I would leave, but when I do, I think of all the things we have done, all the dates we have gone through, all the topics that we have talked about. The kisses that we have shared. The future that I was trying to protect, would I really throw that all away, because of one fight, a bit of jealously? No, I decided. Because Tom is worth everything.
And so here I stand, ready to walk down the aisle, ready to become Mrs Riddle. Hermione Granger is lost in the past. There is no one called Hermione Granger. She is now Hermione Riddle and always be. It's too late to leave, I'm in too deep and I don't ever want to leave. So when Harry appears out of no where with Ron I turn my back on them. I ignore their pleas for me to return to the future. To place where they call home. I talk to them cruelly, I tell them that Hermione Granger is gone. And she is never coming. I shrug them away and proceed to walk down the aisle. I can feel their shocked stares behind my back. But I don't care anymore, they can cry all they want. But my path is set and they will just have to deal with it. I feel Ron grab my arm,hear him beg to me come back to him. That's when my patience runs out and I snap at him. I tell everything that has happened. I yell at him for not being there when I was nearly cursed to death. I yell at them both for not actually trying to find me. And that's when they finally let me go, finally I walk down the aisle. I'm at peace, at last.