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Loving someone, wanting them, when they don’t want you is like that point during Apparition when you are being squeezed from all sides, only you never pop out on the other side. -Claiming Hermione by Ilke

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“I can never make up for what I’ve done!” Draco spats with a bitterness she’s thought he had long since overcome. “I could live hundreds of years and still it wouldn’t be enough.”
She watches him as silence settles between them. His hands are balled into tight fists that shake violently by his sides. He is pale in the moonlight that illuminates the both of them and his eyes are wide and fixed on the grave of his best friend - as time goes by it gets too easy to forget that there had been painful losses on both sides. He looks so fragile that Hermione is afraid he might shatter at her touch.
“Draco…” He stiffens when she lightly touches her hand to his wrist. “Please, look at me.”
She has to swallow against the lump forming in her throat, when he lifts his ganze to her. Grief. Guilt. Pain. How has she not seen this before? How could she - even for one fleeting moment - believe he has been healing, when now it is so obvious from just one look - one real look - that he is not?
“I’m so sorry” she whispers as she links her fingers with his. Already she can feel him retreat into himself. He takes a step back, but she holds on to him and puts her other hand against his cheek. “I wish I could make everything alright for you, but I can’t change the past and I can’t absolve you for everything that you’ve done.” She blinks against the sudden sting of tears. “But I can be there for you. I am right here, Draco. I don’t care about your past and I have stopped caring about it a long time ago. We could both have died in this war, but we didn’t. We are alive and I’m not willing to waste this by dwelling in the past. We live now. And we’re together. Right here and right now you and I are together.” She takes a step towards him and tentatively puts her arms around him, resting her head on his shoulder. “That’s good enough for me.”
“Hermione…” Draco endows himself a moment of peace as he leans his cheek against the slightly damp wool of her cap and inhales the familiar scent of cinnamon and old books that is so undeniably Hermione that despite his mood it makes a small smile tug at the corners of his lips.
He loves her. He has long since given up to try denying it. She is the closest he has come to happiness in a very long time and he will forever be grateful for that. If only…
His hand glides down her arm and comes to rest just below the crook of her arm where he knows the unforgivable word will forever be engraved in her skin. He could have stopped it, if only he had been less of a coward. He knows there would have always been a place for him on the other side of the trench, if he had chosen to quit. Chances are he wouldn’t have been welcomed with open arms, but he would not have been turned down either. He could see it in the way even Hermione did not for one second doubt Potter’s story of the boy who had once upon a time lowered his wand. If only he had been brave enough to take a risk. If only… He gently presses a kiss to her forehead. “Thank you.”

When Hermione wakes up the next morning he is gone…

Graphic & Drabble made by me (have some mercy with a German writer ;D)

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