Your chance is gone
Once we'd graduated, I thought it'd be good-bye to him. After that, there'd be the wedding and then what?
The wedding was all a blur to me. I was just there with a smile painted on my face and an automatic reply to anything, ready on my lips like voicemail, damming up the tears with who knows what. Everyone there was smiling so happily with laughter on their lips and in their eyes. It was bittersweet and agonising! As she walked up the aisle, I sat there. As they recited their vows, I sat there. As they exchanged rings, I sat there. Then finally as they shared their wedding kiss, the tears began to fall, just like that day back in late July. I plastered on a cheerful smile as if the tears were those of joy and clapped like everyone else. Then we shared in the celebrations.
I had to endure their wedding. He didn't, but I suspect that he might've been there. I saw him that night at the good old 'Three Broomsticks' of Hogsmeade. We'd had good memories there. I reminisced on the day that James had taken me out there for my birthday. It had been mid-year at mid-night! Those days, however, were over. There was nothing left for me, but the bitterness of defeat. I really hadn't set that many goals. "What are you doing here?" Severus asked a slight slur to his voice.
I came out of my thoughts and frowned down at him dully. "Same thing as you, idiot!" I replied.
"What? Here to remember our bitter-sweet memories of high school while getting drunk on fire whiskey?"
With a devilish grin I snatched away his mug and skulled it down. I had never had fire whiskey before. "Okay!" I told him wiping my mouth, "The next rounds on me!"
"That's disgusting," he told me, "I just drank out of that you know."
I looked down at the mug and blinked. "You're right, but I'm not in the mood to care," I told him taking a seat.