Time Spent In Eternal Endings

The Truth Always Finds a Way Out

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Weeks passed and Hermione was done dwelling on Draco. She had given up so much of herself to him and he took it lightly like her generosity and caring was nothing to him. Nothing but a speck of mud on his pearly white floors. Because why would he need anything else when he had a good title to his name now after the war and wealth right? All of the will and energy she had built back up like bricks, one by one just came tumbling down. So, she started a new wall of bricks; one with him on the other side.

He hadn't spoken to her and she hadn't spoken to him. She sat at a different table in all of the classes they had once shared laughs and smirks together in. Every time she would remember the meaningful glances they gave to one another, she would place another brick on her wall.

 The wall was growing quite fast.

Over the weeks, she became less angry. She was able to carry on throughout her day without crying or wanting to scream at the littlest inconveniences that she'd once had the temper to endure. She wouldn't even say that what she was feeling now was complete sorrow. She was almost... thankful and that confused her more than anything. So now she was thankful and confused, two great emotions to feel at the same time.

As much as she wanted to hate him, she couldn't. She hated herself more than she could ever hate him because there wasn't an ounce of hate in her body that was meant for him, nor did she think there ever would be. There's so much more she'd expected to experience with him and say to him.

She was always left wanting so much more.

Hermione knew it was unfair to want silly things in a time like this but she just wanted this one thing. As much as she hated the feeling she was left with, empty, forgotten, wanting, aching. All she could truly think was "Thank you." He gave her an opportunity to feel a type of admiration that no other person could. Yes, she fell in love with him. How could she not? Falling for Draco was as easy as reading her favorite book time and time again. Some might say it was just lust, but it was so much more than that. They had both survived a living hell and were alone emotionally. They didn't have anyone to truly connect with intimately. That is until they started talking.

She got to experience the warmth of his arms on a cold morning when she needed it the most; a touch so physically cold but made her warm at the touch, a sense of comfort, the feeling of his hair tickling her forehead as she'd lay tucked into the burrow of his neck that she fit so perfectly in. It was almost like she was made for him; almost. The inescapable feeling she got when his lips so ever slightly brushed against hers. A physical feeling in her heart that she felt so significantly it made her bones ache in such an admirable way.

If she could go back in time and do it all again she would because Merlin it felt good while she had it; while she had him. So as the days passed Hermione just thought "Thank you for letting me have you. Even if it was only ever meant to be temporary."

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Draco was back at home for the weekend. Narcissa was tending to him day and night, despite the house elves and a mediwitch being at their disposal around the clock.

They'd still yet to figure out why the markings on his back were re-appearing. Voldemort was dead, which meant his markings should've dissipated. They did, but not permanently apparently.