Forbidden, Forgotten

Bleeding hearts tend not to heal, without fight and courage and chocolate for meals.

However uncommon, it is true, that life without love leaves one with little to do.

He watched from a distance as she kissed another, smiling and laughing to Draco's bother.

There once was a time where one would have thought her child to be his, the forbidden love of the princess and her Slytherin prince. With a violent ending, that love was forgotten. Now his heart was broken and rotten.

He then spent his days of heartbreak with knives and blades. Failing at his attempts to mask his pain.

He now lies crumbled at the astronomy towers foot, a note in his hand to explain the leap that he took. He writes to Hermione;

'Oh my darling, I know you so well, I'm sorry for putting you under that spell. I cannot justify the things that I did, I now know you answer to the Weasel Kings bid. I hope you live, long and well and that he treats you with the love that I'll never give. Soon you'll be married with a child of your own and I'll be a nuisance, that will make you groan. Know this Hermione, this is what you must know. I'll love you, for as long as you know. And now I must say goodbye, and with a leap to my death I fly...'

Hermione now shrieks and cries at her ex-lovers grave. Wanting to tell him of the love that she never gave. She now has a child, hair of blonde, eyes of blue. Draco's child, he was gone too soon.