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D. M. to H. G.
Yesterday was so very clear, but that didn't keep us from making the mistakes that we did. It is a miracle for which I'm grateful that things have turned out this way. I don't deserve it but somehow everything's worked out for the best.
It's been a while since I've seen you. However, it seems like only a moment. For every night I dream, every morning I wake, every breath, I see and think of you, always. Everything I do, it is so that I am one night, one day, one breath closer to you. Closer to the light. Closer to hope. And closer to the one thing that makes gives me purpose.
You make me feel alive. When I was there, stuck in this stiff façade, you were there to unsettle me. To make me feel. Anger. Fear. Excitement. Love. There's something about you that drives me insane and yet something that soothes the raging storms hidden beneath my stoic mask. There's something about you that lets me drop everything that I have because nothing else is important. Nothing, as long as I have you.
You have no idea how much it hurt when you left. It was as if a stake was driven through my heart. Driven, then twisted. However, soon it was only a dull ache, because I knew that I would see you again. We loved each other too much not to be reunited. That would be too cruel.
This time, I told myself, I wouldn't lose you again. I wouldn't let you leave without me. We'll leave this place of bitterness and pain together. Forget all our attachments and responsibilities. Release ourselves from the burden of obligation.
Two years it's been since you left this world. In those two years I slaved to make sure your life wasn't spent in vain. I lived for you, for the both of us. And now that Tom Riddle has finally been slain, thanks to your help of course, I can see you again. I didn't mean to go this way, but I couldn't have planned it out better myself.
I can't help but see the irony, of me lying in the very cause of this bloody war. The crimson bright against my paling skin. Funny, I don't see the difference between mine and a supposed "mudblood's." But that's just the silly part. There are no differences. They aren't important; they don't matter.
Nothing matters, not anymore. Because I'll be seeing you very soon. I already see you there, with tears glistening on your beautiful face. Oh please don't cry. This is meant to be happy. Don't mourn for something so wonderful. Don't grieve for our joyous rendezvous.
As you welcome me into your arms, everything is right. You are my solace and I have found you again.
I'm here, my love.
My Hermione.
Fin
A/N: Inspired by the song Yoü and I by Lady GaGa.
How was it? The idea for this little drabble just popped up in my head when I was listening to the song and here I am at 5AM, haha! I'm sure there are mistakes so if you find one or if something doesn't flow right, don't hesitate to PM me.
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