Forever. A stupid word.
Miracles. Worse.
Who was the stupid person who invented two words that never existed, don't exsist now, and will NEVER exsist.
I don't believe I believed in miracles and forever. Two sacred words in my teenage years.
But upon meeting Draco, I realised how fake these words were.
How could I think that a miracle would happen? How could I think that we would be together forever.
I should have known I was nothing but a fling. Nothing to be treated seriously. I mean, come on. How serious can a slytherin and gryffindor be?
"Hermione, believe me, I love you."
I close my eyes. Draco's soft voice fills my head. He never spoke like that, not even with me. I slapped him. Hard.
"Forever. You told me you would love me forever. I've been waiting forever. Waiting for a miracle. Miracles don't happen. I'm sorry you had to waste time on me."
I didn't cry. Hermione Granger doesn't cry.
I believed him.
I believed he loved me.
But I didn't need his puppy love.
I needed a place to go to in times when I felt lost.
A place of miracles that would welcome me forever.
I was welcomed by Draco forever, but not into his place of miracles.
No mudblood went there.
I was welcomed into Draco's place of miracles, but not even close to forever.
No one went there.
Forever-yes. Miracles-yes.
Forever Miracles-no.
Draco-yes. Hermione-yes.
Draco Hermione-no.