Title: First Love
Author: Ash [downbyholborn]
Summary: He was meant to be the love of your life. HermionexDraco.
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First Love
You and him were always meant to be. You were sure of that from the very beginning, from those awkward flirtatious words and glances to when he admitted his feelings and opened himself up to you so completely. When you kissed for the first time, finally, after the years of waiting... it was perfect.
Everything was bliss. His touch made your skin blaze, aching for him, submitting to him. His kisses made your lips tingle and your stomach twist in desire. And when you would crawl into his arms at night, he would hold and caress you so tenderly that you thought it impossible that your heart could survive wanting and needing someone so deeply. It was as if all those romance novels had come true: those hopeful stories of witches and wizards falling in love against all the odds and living happily together for the rest of their days. Tales that you had once scorned seemed to have weaved their way into your reality, only your version of the lovestory was - you felt - far more potent.
For, you both knew, it was an overwhelming love. One that caught you off guard, consumed the pair of you, filling you both so much with adoration that at times it was difficult to breathe. He was your first love and you were his. Viktor, Ron, Pansy; they inspired nothing like what you both felt upon discovering and understanding each other in those years after the war. Talking for hours without dullness, smiling and sharing and unflinchingly accepting and honouring every little detail about the other. No one else could possibily feel like this. Others warned you that such rosiness may not always last, but you dismissed them all with your usual self-assurance. You two just weren't like other couples.
It had started with such little things. The lightheared joking ever-present in your relationship developed unwittingly into a continuous bickering that wore you down. Characteristics that you had always admired in him and he in you morphed into points of constant criticism, weapons for attacking each other when necessary. Falling asleep without barely a good night had somehow turned from a rare occurrence into everyday routine. It all changed without either of you understanding how it happened.
It's been five years and you find yourselves as the couple you were always adamant you would never become. You can't seem to change it and what pains you the most is that he doesn't especially seem to care. What is more painful, however, is that neither do you. Occassionally you do find yourself in quiet tears but only because you're scared. It's been so long; the thought of ending things makes you sick with fear. You have become the girl that surrenders to the ordinary.
He was supposed to have been your one, your only. Back at the beginning you couldn't imagine a moment when the sight of him wouldn't take your breath away or a day when you didn't simply yearn to be with him, a part of him. You couldn't have imagined a time such as this, when you look at him to see no future, only memories.
He was meant to be the love of your life. And this wasn't meant to happen.