I just needed to get this one out.
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He cannot see her. Nobody can.
She has Harry's Invisibility Cloak on, and she keeps to the walls, not getting too close to people. She made sure she had all the counter-curses for protective spells memorized. For the 'brightest witch of her generation', crashing the party was easy. The thing she came to see was difficult.
She sees him anyways. He looked beautiful.
She sneaked in before, because she needs to see it.
She needs to hear him say it, because then maybe she could say the same things next week and move on.
She did not want to move on.
She does not want to move one.
She never will.
She wants what she could never have.
Everybody is silent. Beautiful people in beautiful dresses and robes.
And him.
Standing there looking as serious and as beautiful as ever. Slight smile on his lips.
She could never tell if it was genuine or not.
Now, she will never find out.
It is the moment of truth.
Should I do it?
Her hands are shaking, her heart beating fast, dissonance booming in her ears.
Should I say something?
She has no say in this. She cannot, will not endanger him like that. He was the only one for her, and she will never again see him suffer. Even if it means her heart bursting into pieces the moment he says it.
Will he say it?
She allows herself the last glimmer of hope, as images flash through her head.
He wouldn't say it, and then she would take off the Cloak and run to him, and they would Disapparate somewhere where it would be only the two of them, and he will hold her and caress her and tell her that she is his only love, and he would never ever renounce her.
She almost misses it, lost in her daydreams.
"I do."
He says it.
He said it. Merlin, he said it.
The deep, stony voice she learned to cherish pierces the silence and suddenly there are thunders of noise everywhere.
People clap and cheer as the love of her life lifts the veil from his wife's face, and puts his lips on the mouth of new Mrs. Draco Malfoy.
There are no tears, only pain for her, and she crumbles down the wall, biting her hand in order to keep silent. She will mourn, and she will cry, and then she will lock that piece of her away for forever, and never look back at it again. She will never speak of him again, and she will never remember.
Not the nights, not the days, not the kisses nor the fights, not the love and not the pain. Not the dark and not the light. Never again.
Hermione Granger leans her head back on the wall, and waits for everybody to leave.
Then she stumbles up and Dissaparates, and nobody could find her for a whole week.
The next time she appears, she is in the same place, wearing a white wedding dress, and the smile on her face never reaches her eyes.