Missing Her

by DarkPrincessMalfoy

Just a little drabble I wrote. Hermione has died, and someone's mourning her loss. It can be any guy you wish, though I pictured Draco or Blaise when I wrote it Angsty and rated like that for character death.

She's gone.

Left me here, not even whole.

Not even able to move, to think, to remember her.

I went to her funeral, today. It was repulsive. They flocked, to Potter and Weasley. Pitied them, for the loss of a friend. Friend. She had saved both of their lives so many times.

But I? I was stared at. Looked at, as though I was... I wasn't supposed to be there. And I suppose, it was odd. A person such as I, turning up at an event mourning the loss of... her. And yet, I couldn't leave. There was no way, that I couldn't have gone to that.

Because, I loved her. And though they didn't know it, never will, she loved me back. The first person who's dared to tell me so, dared to even try a lasting relationship with someone like I. And I... I loved her back, as ashamed as I am to admit it.

I loved the way, the way she gave me those looks. Only to me, only ever to me. Telling me how much she loved me, with those beautiful topaz eyes of her.

The way her, yes, slightly bushy hair felt between my fingers. The way she dared to touch my hair- and how much I loved it when she did..

The way... the way she would bite her quill when she was studying, bite her lip when she was thinking something particularly... inappropriate, and bite my neck, whilst she was kissing it, thinking I liked it, and always right.

And that, that too. The way she was always so. Fucking. Right.

Wasn't right about this though, was she? Told me she would be back, back in my arms before I knew she was gone. Told me... that she would be fine. But she's not fine. She's six feet under in a wood box.

And I miss her, the way her bushy hair smelled. The way her beautiful creamy skin felt under my fingertips as we made love.

We didn't fuck, we didn't shag.

We made love, and it was truly that.

Most of all, I miss the way she loved me, so unconditionally. So wonderfully. So... beautifully.

And though she's... gone. She's still watching over me, and I. I will always love her. Even if they move on, remember her as their bushy haired friend, I know the girl she was. Because she was mine.

My Mia.