EVER ENOUGH – A Rocket to The Moon
This couldn't be happened. He had done everything he could. He had hired every expert healer, bought very expensive potions, even used muggle's doctors. Yet she still lied limp. Dead. Leave him alone with his rotten heart.
Fate must hate him very much. Curse him because of his wrong choice at war. He chose to stay alive by done everything the Dark Lord demanded. Now that choice stroke back. He had seen her been tortured by his aunt without done anything. Now he couldn't do anything either. Just watch her with hollow eye.
She was everything he had after the war. She proved him innocence. She accepted him. She knew he had no other option to stay alive. She knew he was just a teenager with a fear. She knew. She forgave. She gave him choice. She made him happy. She made him believed he still had a heart.
Within that time he tried to forgive himself and his father for what he had done to his family, she slowly made a way to his heart. Her witty comment kept his day alive. Her know-it-all attitude challenged his brain. Her presence prevented his downfall to nutter world.
She became his life and made him believed in happiness. He drowned in her love that he greedily drunk. For a short time until he knew her illness.
"You know this is not your fault Draco. Stop blaming yourself."
"It is! If I had stopped her at that time! If I was not a coward! You will be alive and well for a very long time!"
"But you wouldn't be here," she said with a matter of fact tone. Make him speechless. That damn unforgiveable curse his aunt had used against her so many times damaged her brain. She had seizures at times. Her body became weaker and weaker. The illness looked like cancer, but couldn't be detected with magic, or MRI, or CT scan. It was a magical uncureable after effect.
Since that point, everything inside of him was living in her heartbeat. Draco made sure that she had everything she needed or wanted. He accompanied her all the time. He worked at home, leaved the unimportant things to his bestfriend, Blaise Zabini.
He traveled world with her. He made sure that she had visited every famous library. He bought her books and read with her. He brought her to every medical facility. He even tried to be nice to Potter and Weasel-Weasley. He had done everything he could that he thought would make her happy. But was it ever enough?
"Thank you Draco, for everything," she said while lazily leaned up against him. The stars looked especially beautiful tonight for their balcony in Bali's hotel room.
"You know that is my line."
"Nah, you have done your best for me. You know you can just go and find another pretty girl. They will be more than happy to be with you."
"No, I'm never gonna leave you."
"I know. Thank you." She nuzzled him and sighed. That time, he could hear a tick tock of moving time. The light was fading. Had he done enough?
The illness took her from him. Soon, she lied at 's room, restless and pale. He knew the she was holding on just for him. She was dying. He couldn't do anything.
"Draco, it is enough," she whispered, looking through him. Her voice was barely audible. "What you have done to me is more than enough. I'm happy."
He couldn't answer. He cried. For all that he'd done, was it worth it?
She moved her tremble hand to cup his face, wiping his tears. "I love you Draco. Thank you."
"I love you too, Hermione. Forever and more."
She smiled at him, her best smile that would always remain in his memory. She died with a smile. Leave him alone with his rotten heart. Heart that she had mended and healed.
For him, what he'd done would be never enough. But at least he knew, for her it was enough. Knowing that, he embraced his life with smile and knowledge that in the end, he will meet her again in the afterlife.