H.
Hermione closed her bedroom door.
"Dictarus," she murmured, flicking her wand.
Dear Ron,
I'm not going to see you for who knows how long, so I really have to say this before it's too late.
We've been friends for so long, and now we're together. But the problem is, I don't feel that romantic pull I should feel. I feel more like I'm in a relationship with my best friend and it's weird. I think maybe we waited to long, and it's not going to work out.
I've met someone else. I really care about him, and I've realized that I don't feel like me and you have a future. I'm really sorry, but you're just not what I need right now. Please don't try to argue, I've made up my mind. I'm really sorry.
With love,
Hermione
She sent the letter. Sighing, she opened her door and jumped. Draco was standing outside.
"You have a propensity for listening at doors, don't you, Draco?"
She chuckled.
"Do you really care about me?" he asked, his expression vulnerable.
"Of course," she assured him.
"You would break up with your boyfriend to be with me?" he asked.
"Well..."
She didn't have time to finish because Draco leaned forward and kissed her tenderly on the mouth. She kissed him back, wrapping her hands around his neck.
She felt so at home, so full of life, she wouldn't have been anywhere else. Draco pulled away, his eyes full of an emotion she didn't recognize.
She was breathless.
D.
I need you to fix me.
He pulled away. She stared up at him, and he wanted to stay forever, his heart pounding.
While they were kissing, he felt as if his heart was healing with every time she touched him, held him, cared for him.
He was about to leave when she kissed him again, with more vigor this time. He kissed her back, more greedily this time, pushing harder. Her hands were entangled in his hair, her hands were gripping her waist.
He wanted her, but something was holding him back. He felt so fragile, so hurt, he wasn't sure if he would be able to be with her and be with himself. He pulled away, breaking the bond, his eyes filled with tears.
"I...I can't," he whispered hoarsely.
Her eyes filled with pain, and he turned away, unable to look at her any longer.
He couldn't risk taking her into his lies, his evil, his darkness. He wanted her to stay pure, like the angel she was.
In his body, a war raged: his heart or his mind?
He walked away and into room. He wanted to be alone. Alone with her, he realized. But he couldn't do that, not anymore.
He had to separate himself from her completely, however much it hurt him. He needed to make sure she stayed happy, no matter what happened to him.
He left his room, wiping at his eyes.
"Where are you going?"
"To turn in my badge," he said bitterly.
"Why?" she asked, an innocent expression on her face.
He turned and pointed at her. "Because of you, that's why," he said. "I can't-I can't let you get pulled into this dark world, this-this hell. I want you to stay happy and in heaven, like the angel you are. I need to separate myself from you so you can be happy. If I die, you won't be affected."
