A/n: I'm aware that I haven't updated in about a month, and I swear, I had writers block. Like actually, I did. Or perhaps it was pure laziness, what do you think?

Sing To Me the Song of the Stars

If Only

Over. It was over. Destroyed. How had it ended up like this? It had been perfect, but rivalries had gotten the best of them. They were on different sides of a war. She had said it; it was their reality. No matter if they escaped or not, the pain of the deaths of those they love would still be there.

She loved him. She hadn't told him, though. There were a lot of things the Gryffindor hadn't told the Slytherin. Like the fact that she was going out with Ron, for example. Ron made her laugh, he made her smile, and she looked forward to his presence. But it was different with Blaise. He made her shiver. She needed him to survive through the tough times ahead. But she'd ruined that, hadn't she?

She'd also failed to mention exactly how her father had died. Well actually, she lied to him about it. She'd told him he'd gone missing. What a lie. It had been Leukemia. She'd come home one summer to find her dad had died three days prior. That's when her mother met Rob. She'd sure gotten over the death fast enough. Of coarse, Hermione knew her parents hadn't really loved each other. They'd probably just gotten married because they'd forgotten to use protection.

Rob, Rob.. Where was she supposed to start? She'd rather not, actually. Asshole.

Hermione was depressed. If only she hadn't brought it up.. But it had been bugging her for so long! Why was he so afraid of death? It was bound to happen, anyways. You know, you were born, you lived, and you died. God. It happened, whether you liked it or not.

But it was her fault, really. If she had just kept her mouth shut, she would probably be off snogging him somewhere.

If only.

He'd messed up. Badly. If he just wasn't afraid! But he was, so afraid. He didn't know how it started, or even why. He just had this fear of death. And now look where it had gotten him. He wasn't with her anymore. The girl he was sure he loved. The girl he needed.

He couldn't tell her though. Not now. Maybe it would always he his secret. Yes, Blaise had a lot of secrets. For instance, he knew the list of names of whom Voldemort wanted dead in the Last Battle. Hermione's name was one of them. He was scared for her, he knew he could do nothing to protect her, and that killed him. He would have to watch as she died.

Perhaps, he marvelled, that was why he was deathly afraid of dying. Perhaps, it was because he knew that if anyone found out of his infatuation with her, his name would be on that list. But no, this didn't scare him; it was simply a guilt trip.

What would Draco do when he found he had fallen for this girl? He was actually an understanding person, but Blaise didn't expect him to understand how he truly felt for Hermione.

Oh, what was he to do about Chang? They'd been seeing each other on the sidelines for under a year, but the girl was bloody obsessed with him. How would he break it to her, that he no longer felt anything for her? Or actually, that he'd never felt anything for her? Merlin, he was getting more than he bargained for, here.

When had he started caringfor her, though?Surely not the day she'd first came, surely not. But he often found himself going back to that night, when he'd seen her cry, when he'd seen her break.

He put his head in his hands. He'd lost her. She was gone. The war had brought them together, and it was slowly tearing them apart. It was slowly tearing him apart. He couldn't go on without her. But she'd left him. She'd left him because he was scared for his life more than hers. Stupid bloody war. All it brought was pain.

If only he could have stood up for what he knew was right.

If only.

A/n :Liked it, didn't like it? I thought it was pretty boring, but I needed to actually show their sides of the fight before I got on with the next chapter, alright, I actually PROMISE that the next chapter is going to be super long, alright? Another thing, they're already at school. Oh, oh! I have previews for some upcoming chapters, my dears.

"The Chosen One shall fall close to death, but the muggleborn, closer."

He slipped behind the statue, gave her one last look, and ran.

"Mione, don't cry! Ron will be okay!" "It's not Ron.."

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