Hi ya! WHEEE! I've been waiting FOREVER to post this one. Hermione's POV.
DC: Not mine.
NOTICE: This is dedicated to justamuggle, cuz she's awesome like that, is a GREAT critic for my stories, is my friend, and introduced me to Amber Pacific (Best band ever)!
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There was a time when I attempted to find a million words to describe how I was feeling.
But I don't bother anymore.
I know only one word to describe my emotions. Sad.
It's such a small, simple word. It's almost juvenile. But, if you think about, that simple words says so much.
I'm sad. I'm sad that we were together. I'm sad that we're apart. I'm sad that he's gone.
Tears say nothing to describe how I'm feeling. Tears don't take the pain away. They don't take away the regret. Nothing does.
There's nothing that can make it go away. Because I'm sad.
Draco Malfoy and I shouldn't have fallen in love. But we did. Draco Malfoy and I should have never been together. But we were. And it was so good.
Once we were together, Draco and I shouldn't have been apart. But we are. Draco and I should not have been separated. But we were.
Draco Malfoy never should have died. Draco should not have been killed. But he was.
Draco shouldn't have left me alone, in a world without him. But he did.
And now, I'm so sad.
I'm in so much pain.
My mind is slowly dying. I have never been truly sad before. And now that I am, it's unbearable.
There is no way that Draco is dead. He only got hi by a jet of light. But broken fragments of the air we breath. It's impossible.
He only got hit by a jet of light.
But sad is only a word. It means nothing. It shouldn't have any effect on me. Sad is just a word.
But, what separated the word 'sad' from the rest are your memories. The only reason we understand 'sad' is because we have something to associate it with. Just like that light. The only reason that it kills is because of the hate that resides in it.
Hate.
And that makes me so sad. A person like Draco Malfoy. He has people he doesn't like, but he hates not a soul.
And a person like that that was murdered by hate. A hate so unimaginable that it spread through his body like an infectious disease.
I am sad that we were together. I am sad that we're apart. I'm sad that he's gone.
Sad is all I feel. Sad is slowly killing me.
And that's exactly why Draco Malfoy was killed. To make me sad.
And don't worry, I am.
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Repetitive, yes, but I really wanted to put emphasis on the fact that small words can have a big impact. R&R, and remember, flames are for arsonists!