“WAIT,” Hermione shouted as loud as she could over the bustling crowd in the train station.
“WAIT, PLEASE WAIT,” she shouted again.
She was running as fast as she could to catch him. She had to fight and push her way through the crowd, even knocking down a few people in order to try and catch him. He had to know she loved him, she wasn’t angry anymore, but most of all she had to stop him. Finally she had him in view and it pushed her to run harder.
“DRACO STOP,” she screamed across the station as loud as her voice would let her.
In her effort to stop him she had gotten just about everyone else’s attention in the vicinity. Her heart pounded as he stopped dead in his tracks and so did she just a few feet from him.
“Draco,” she whimpered through her heavy breathing, “Draco please looks at me.”
His heart sank. He didn’t think she would come. He had thought for sure last night when she screamed at him that she hated him and would never forgive him for making this decision that she had truly meant it, because he saw the hatred seeded in her eyes.
“Draco,” she softly cried, “I’m sorry.”
His heart burst into a thousand pieces and pierced every inch of his soul. Slowly he turned to face her. She was a somber mess and yet she was amazingly beautiful. He slowly walked towards her but stopped to keep enough distance between them in order to refrain himself from wanting to hold her. Her eyes glistened with tears and hope. Her lips quivered from crying so hard, he loved when they did that. She moved a step closer to him trying to close the distance between their bodies.
“Don’t do this,” she said barely above a whisper.
“It is my duty,” he shamefully admitted.
“You owe him no duties,” she said with undying venom in her tone.
“He is my father, I owe him my life. No matter how hard I try to pretend I am not a Malfoy deep down I always will be.” He argued.
“But I don’t care about that I never have,” she tried to counter argue.
“But you do care about the things my family does.” He stated. And with those words even she knew he was right.
“That doesn’t mean you have to be just like them, Draco.” She said slightly less angry with tears streaming down her cheeks.
“You don’t understand, you could never understand.” He said.
“All I understand is that I love you, body and soul. And we both fought like wildfire to have this relationship and because of one letter you are going to throw this all away.” She cried.
“My father needs me,” he said trying not to cry with her.
“And what of me?” she asked
“You have all the love in the world Hermione, they all love you. Harry, Ginny, Ron and that whole lot.” He answered.
“But it’s not your love. It is not our love. Don’t you see Draco?” she sobbed.
“What I know and what I see are two different things,” he sadly said.
“I thought you loved me,” she cried even harder.
He couldn’t take it anymore. He pulled her close to him and hugged her as if he would never see her again; and deep down he knew he wouldn’t. He didn’t want to let her go, but he had to in order for her to survive. He only wished he could tell her this but he knew that if he did she would risk even death to love him; and his heart could not afford to see her meet that fate. If he had to love her in silence for the rest of his life it would be a small price to pay in order for her to live.
“What I know is that even though you will some day stop believing it,” he started to whisper the words in her ear, “I will continue loving you as long as I remain on this earth.”
He knew she knew this was goodbye and felt her start crying even harder. He caressed her face softly with one hand.
“But what I see my love is that in truth we have no future together for we would have to fight war after bloody war to remain together; and you deserve so much more then that.” He said holding back his tears. She pulled away from him slowly and looked deeply into his eyes.
“I would rather spend a thousand years fighting war after war in order to love you then spend one night apart from you,” she said.
“And that is why you have always been so much stronger then I,” he said. He gently kissed her forehead, took one last longing look at her then turned his back on her.
“Don’t do this Draco,” she pleaded as he started to walk away from her.
"Every part of his body wanted to stop walking and run back to her, but every fear in his heart made him keep going. He couldn’t look back and it broke his heart not to.
Hermione closed her eyes and breathed in the night air. It was a cold London evening, something she was very accustomed to. Just as well as she was accustomed to her loneliness. It had been five years since Draco walked away from her and what they had and yet every time she recalled the memory it was as fresh as the day it happened. She opened her eyes and starred down at the engagement ring that she spun around on her finger. She sighed deeply and pulled the window closed. She had never stopped loving him but she had moved on. She had made herself, and marrying Ron just seemed right. She gave the London skyline one last glance, silently bid Draco goodnight and goodbye then closed the curtains. Tonight ended that chapter of her life forever and tomorrow she started her new life with Ron. She would always love Draco but she knew deep down if he really meant what he said that day at the train station; he would have at least tried to contact her. And for five years she had heard nothing. Only rumors of where he had gone and were he might be. To the world he was vividly alive but to her it was as if he had become a ghost. She crawled into bed, wiped the tears from her eyes and blew out the candle on the night stand.
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