Hooray for depressing super-short oneshots. Sorry for this. Don't read it if you're looking for happy-go-lucky romance.
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It was a beautiful day. The sun sat high in the azul sky, and there was not a cloud to be found. The wind was blowing softly, and the temperature was perfect for shorts.
None of that mattered to the man in the plain white room. He didn't even look up when a knock sounded on his door, though the knocker knew to expect no reaction. She shut the door quietly behind her, slowly approaching the bed on which he sat.
"How are you today?" She asked softly, knowing he would not reply. He just blinked at her.
"What's that in your hand?" She peered toward him, attempting to catch a glimpse of whatever he held, but his fist just tightened. He turned away. She reached out, warranting a fearful look and a jump off the bed to the window.
"I'm not going to take it, I promise." He reluctantly opened his fingers to reveal a simple gold band. She smiled sadly at it, for it just proved her fears true. He was never going to be better.
Hermione patted his thigh and stood. "It was good seeing you, Harry. I'll visit tomorrow." She closed the door after her.
Flashback
"I'll be right back, Harry. I have to visit the apothecary for some rat tails. I'm working on a new potion, wait 'til you see it…"
"Alright, Draco, be safe." Harry smiled as Draco exited the room.
An hour later…
Harry was beginning to get worried. Draco still had not come back from the apothecary. He made up his mind and apparated to Diagon Alley. A large crowd had gathered in front of the store.
"Must be a sale," He said to himself, and he pushed through the throng of people. He stopped short at the sight of a bloodied body sprawled across the steps leading to the door. And then he cried out.
"Draco!"
End Flashback
Hermione shook her head slowly. His love for that man was unbelievable. His name had been the last word Harry had said.
It had been five years. She knew Harry would continue to wait.
Forever.