You can tell them that I yelled too often and that my temper was bloody terrifying. You can dismiss me with the wave of your hand, like you seem to do every time an unpleasant topic comes up; I hope your nose crinkles slightly and you chew your lip nervously each time. You can finally admit that you couldn't change me, that I smoked like a chimney and annoyed you on purpose, but don't ever say I never loved you.
Because, dear Granger, you were the abysmal end to my truly frozen heart. Disgustingly, I'll admit, I was terribly infatuated with you for years, but at least I have the gall to admit that I had you placed on a pedestal. You on the other-hand would never admit that you always thought lowly of me; very high and mighty of you, Mudblood.
Mudblood. My mudblood. Were at least.
You're walking down the aisle with that horrible excuse for a fucking wizard, hovel-abiding Weasley, and here I am just sitting, watching, lurking on the edges of the field, meters away from the ceremony.
I'm too much of a bloody coward to come and claim what is mine. You will always be mine. You may have his name, but I carry everything else. Your thoughts, your dreams, your soul, your love… You do still love me, Granger; I know you do.
"If it makes you less sad, I will die by your hand," Draco Malfoy muttered towards the sky, hair blowing lightly, grazing his pale forehead.
That's what you told me, wasn't it? Your attempt to get a rise out of me during one of our late night rendezvous in muggle London. It didn't work. We both knew I had no choice on which side I was on,.. but we both knew I would never have taken your life; not when I had worked so hard to protect you.. even from myself.
It's why I'm not screaming my lungs out right now… that and the fact that my chest is constricting so tightly at the sight of that mongrel reciting his vows to your perfection..
I wish I were Weasley for the first time in my life.
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