Disclaimer && Authors note: I own no-one but the little boy. && I just thought this up in my Music class, and thought I'd write it down.
One Shot.
It started like this...
She never knew how much she hated and loved him till that day. She loved his face, and body. She hated his mind, and words. She knew one day it'd end like this, it was either him or her.
She chose herself. For she loved all of herself. Was it selfish? To chose ones self over another? She knew he would. Chose himself over her. Even is he loved her, he would always love himself more. Nothing ever stopped him.
Hermione looked at his grave, Smiled and cried at the same time, was it even possible? To be so happy yet so sad?
She bent down to her knees, and laid two roses on the tombstone. One bright red, and in bloom, the other a dark black, and shriveled up and dead. One for her love for him, and one for her hate.
A tear fell on the red rose, and a laugh flew from her mouth. She stood,
"You knew it had to end like this. You would have done the same. I think, it could be called murder, but it could also be called self perversion. It could be called love, but also hate. I hate you with all my heart, yet I still love you with all my heart Malfoy."
Hermione wiped away her tears, and let a smile grace her pale face. She brought her hand to the snake pendant one her neck. It once belonged to him. But now, it belonged to her.
She the widow of Draco Malfoy. For she in her youth, to save him, married him, and in her age, killed him, to save her.
She turned to face a young blond boy,
"Come my son, let us go."
She took his hand and walk away, never looking back.
"Mommy, Tell me again how Daddy died"
"Well, it started like this…"
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