Like Such a Muggle
They didn't want us to be together, did they? They spent every waking moment trying to convince me that I was too good for you, that I didn't need you...we didn't prove them right, did we?
Hermione was sat where she always sat, in the same place she visited every day, the same place she'd visited for the past year. The summer sun burnt her shoulders, but she barely felt it; she had never felt more cold. She leaned against the red brick wall which enclosed the small space, and she faced the simple wooden memorial which carried the name of the one person she loved the most. The one person she hated the most, simply because she had loved him so much.
Oh, Draco...we were so close to proving that we were right for each other. They would have seen it so soon, but then you left me.
He left her, just when she needed him the most.
You stupid man, you, who was so proud of your magic and your heritage, how could you die like such a...such a Muggle? Why did you die? How dare you!
It was something so simple which got him, something that really, magic should have had a cure for. But even wizards get terminal illnesses, and the word 'terminal' is universal; and the word 'cancer' is just as scary in the world of magic. It made Hermione so angry; so angry at her lover, so angry at the world which couldn't save him, so angry at the fact that she couldn't save him; when it was her job to find a way to save him. That's what she did best, research. But she couldn't research fast enough, and he slipped away like sand between her fingers.
I stopped loving you today, Draco. I didn't think it was possible, to be honest. I told you, as you lay on that bed, just before your eyes stopped seeing, that I wouldn't stop loving you. I told you I couldn't stop, even if I tried. You begged me to try to move on, you wanted me to be happy, but I couldn't be happy even if I tried.
Yet somehow, miraculously, I managed to stop loving you.
You see...oh, Draco, you see, I have moved on. I have found someone else who I can love. Someone who is here, who I can hold, who I can touch, someone who can show me love.
She reached beside her and held her baby son close.
I stopped loving you today, Draco. I stopped loving you because I know that our baby, your son, needs all of my love, to make up for never knowing his daddy.
Fin
A/N: My First Entry for Writing Your Butt Off and Typing Until Your Fingers Bleed-Audition Stage on HPFC
Here's hoping this doesn't get me knocked out of the competition :o
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