Hermione Granger can do anything.
She can memorize textbooks. Word for word.
She can be obnoxious.
She can be a tad bit annoying. An insufferable know-it-all, to be exact.
She can brew a potion rivaled to Snape himself.
She can get the highest marks in her class, even after failing Divination.
She can put up a worthy banter with Dumbledore.
She can wipe away her tears and leave no streaks.
She can think up of new ideas with a bat of her lashes.
She can punch Draco Malfoy in the face.
She can use a time turner.
She can help free a criminal bird.
She can pull off looking beauteous for the Yule Ball.
She can actually tame that wild mane of hers.
She can grow out of her beaver teeth and end up with a straight set of pearly whites.
She can hold her own in a war.
She can help the famous Harry Potter fight.
She can walk out of the war, scarred and bruised, but still find a reason to smile.
Nobody really appreciated the things Hermione can do, until he came along.
She can forgive a childhood nemesis.
She can even fall in love with him.
She can make him the happiest man in the world by marrying him.
She can let Draco Malfoy lean over and kiss her after their vows.
She can have his children, and name them well.
She can be the perfect housewife, even with a job in the ministry.
She can hear the moans of her husband in their room.
She can see the way Pansy Parkinson had her legs hooked around his waist.
She can still be classy, after all of this.
She can punch him in the face a second time.
She can move out, take the children, and file for divorce.
She can hear the way Draco pounded his fist against the door to her hotel room.
She can open the door, and gently tell him, "It's over."
She can take care of their children on her own.
She can listen to his excuses in disbelief. Pansy brewing an aphrodisiac? Unheard of!
"But it's true," he said. His eyes were sincere, but she thought otherwise.
She can never forgive, or so she thought.
She can close the door and never look back.
But before the door shut closed, he reached his hand in to block her. He said, "I love you, Hermione Malfoy. Tell me you don't still love me, and I'll leave. I'll never bother you. I'll never try to explain to you again and again. I won't try and make you see what happened. Just say that you don't love me, and I'll let go."
She can look him in the eyes, but the only words that came out were, "I can't."
A/n: This is just a short little bit that has been on my mind. I'm not quite sure if it makes sense at all, but it just struck me, and it was an idea that stuck with me. :) I just love it when people can't say that they don't love someone, even if they want to. :3 Don't you? Adds that flare of drama ;) That was sort of the inspiration for this little story. Hope you enjoyed! Critique, por favor?
