I would always go back to her. I had made that clear.
No matter how much we shouted, cried, argued, screamed, you name it I would come back.
No matter how much she hated me, no matter how much she tried to convince me she didn't want me I came back.
It had always worked in the past. Yes there would be a bit of time of coldness from her but then eventually her hard brown eyes would turn to caring brown eyes, the caring brown eyes I loved, since I was eleven.
Coming back had always worked, yet this time. It was different, this time; I had gone too far for too long. She had run after me screaming my name too many times, which was my mistake. I was too stupid to notice, how much it hurt her. I was too stupid until it was too late.
I walked back down the street, our street that crisp autumn night. The wind blowing the leaves along the path. The world so silent it was, the only sound the gentle scraping of the leaves hitting the path as they danced away.
I walked until I reached our house, turning to face it. I looked at the ivy running up the house, the cottage Hermione had fallen in love with. My eyes run up the ivy then back down before looking to our door. I could go in there and then, but something was drawing me back. My eyes darted to the only room with lights on, the sitting room.
I could see the cheesecake yellow pain on our walls. Cheesecake yellow Hermione loved how soft it was, I liked how it was named after food. It was perfect for us. I looked at the fireplace, I could just make out three photo's sitting there. Hermione reading lying down on her tummy, the wind gently blowing her hair across her face, she looked so peaceful in that photo. Like nothing could hurt her, I now know photo's can lie. The second of me jumping up and down after a quidditch match, we won that one. The third of Harry and Ginny's wedding, all four of us Ginny in her dress me and Harry in matching suits (we voted against matching dress robes something about moving on with the next generation) Hermione looking just stunning.
It was then I noticed her sitting down in a chair, but she wasn't alone. No a tall brown haired man was with her gently stroking her shoulders as she worked, he bend down kissing her softly on the cheek.
It was then I realised the damaged I cause in out relationship, she didn't love me. It was then I realised I came back to late, a year was too long in any books. I realised she was happy. That was how I wanted her to be. Happy.
My heart was broken of course and I know reparo doesn't work on a broken heart, but she was happy and that was how I wanted her to be.