Throwing down her book, she ran, despite the ache in her calves and the stitch in her side. She vowed to run everyday after she was done with today. But for now, she ran.
Reaching the magnificent cathedral doors, she flung it open. Only to see haunting empty pews with intentionally thrown flowers littering the aisle. Sobbing, Hermione dropped to her knees. She was too late. She sobbed for the years she lost, she sobbed for her stupidity, she sobbed for getting there too late. Most of all, she sobbed, for she could not have him, and she could never miss what she could not have. She bawled, she pounded the floor, but none of this would get him back.
"Hermione dear, you're here! I thought you would never come." a familiar voice drawled. It didn't help her tears, as they flowed some more. She leaned into the familiar and strong arms of the blonde she loved, sobbing for she knew that they would hold someone else tonight. She cried as his hands soothingly rubbed her back and stroked her hair. She didn't care if she ruined his suit, her grief consumed and overpowered every thought.
After she had calmed down, she turned and looked at the god-like face, chiseled so perfectly and which currently held utmost concern for her. Breaking out of her daze, she pushed him away and made to stand. But he refused to let her go, he couldn't.
"I couldn't do it." Immediately, her tear-flow stemmed.
"I.. I couldn't.. she couldn't.. For goodness sake, she chose him over me! Pansy chose Weasley over me!" Stunned, she fell ungracefully onto her bum.
Grabbing her hands, he looked into her eyes. And that was when Hermione knew.
"And I, Draco Malfoy, chose you, Hermione Granger, over Pansy. You."