Faultlessness had never been an option for her.
She had always been impeccable.
But now her perfect life had been shattered.
The world had turned upside down.
Because his unbroken little angel had tears running down her flawless face.
Weasley came rushing after her, holding her face and wiping off all the delicate droplets clinging to her eyelashes, telling her that it was going to be okay.
He should have been the one to do that.
But he had never been brave enough.
Hadn't been brave enough for Gryffindor, hadn't been brave enough for her.
Hadn't been brave enough to tell her how he felt.
Would never be brave enough to tell her how he feels.
He saw the redhead reassure her, pull her in, kiss her softly, and gently take her hand.
He should have done that.
He should have held on to her, but she was now out of his grasp.
She was Weasley's.
Weasley's.
But no matter what anybody said, Hermione Granger would always be Draco Malfoy's unbroken little angel.
Always.
If you have a prompt for a drabble I can add to this, I will write one and post it.
Just review and tell me your prompt/story title/thoughts. (only K-T. I don't do M.)
~MA