i You could be happy

And I won't know. /i

Draco Malfoy threw the Daily Prophet against the wall of his kitchen. It flopped open to the page he had been reading; the wedding announcement of Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley. It was today. He sunk down into a chair and put his head in his hands. She was happy. Happy without him and would be happy without him for the rest of her life. The rest of his.

i But you weren't happy the day I

Watched you go. /i

Draco could still remember the final time they had been face-to-face. She'd stormed away in a huff after he'd called her a mudblood. Had he known that that was the last time he would ever see her, he wouldn't have said it. He would've told her how pretty her hair was, or how her eyes twinkled in a certain light, or how her voice was always ringing in his ears. But he had blown his chance, and now he was alone, and she was in love.

i And all the things I wish I

Had not said

Are played in loops til it's madness

In my head. /i

Mudblood. Filthy. Low. All of the names he wished he could take back. Even as they had left his mouth, he wished rewind buttons existed. Now they haunted him while he slept. Draco stood and paced the kitchen; beating himself up over his childhood stupidity. Why did he always call her Granger, when he so desperately wanted to whisper Hermione? Why did her call her filthy, when he wanted to call her beautiful? Why did he make fun of her, when he just wanted to beat the snot out of Weasley for making her cry in 6th year? Why?

i Is it too late to remind you

How we were?

Now all the last days of silence

Scream and blur. /i

Draco's pacing became more rapid. He was uncomfortable in his own mind and he felt the sting of the words he used to say. He's spent so many days in this blasted house, alone with his thoughts and feelings of guilt. And now it was all snapping back to him like a rubber band; stretched to its limits, then snapped like a twig.

i Most of what I remember

Makes me sure.

I should have stopped you from

Walking out the door. /i

Draco couldn't take it anymore; he had to go to the wedding. He didn't care if he got kicked out, he had to see her. Had to make sure that what he'd said and done hadn't harmed her in the long run. Had to make sure she was still the one he fell in love with.

i You could be happy. /i

Draco Apparated in front of the Burrow and moved quietly towards the backyard. Everyone was seated and waiting for the wedding to start. Ron was beaming in front of the altar, trying to cover up his jittery nerves, and Harry Potter was sneaking peeks at Ginny Weasley out of the corner of his eye. Draco hid in a bush, stifling a yell when a garden gnome bit his leg. He threw the gnome from the bush and repositioned himself to see the wedding better. Hermione Granger was dressed in a spilling white dress; soft curls spiraling around her face and her soft brown eyes shone with love. For Ron.

i I hope you are. /i

Draco ran from the wedding, tears filling his eyes. She was happy. Without him.