Hermione and Draco go their separate ways after feeling like they aren't the best for each other. 5th year and again Voldemort is dead because its just easier.
Readers pov:
Draco sat by the black lake at 8 pm.
"Floating but I feel like im dying," Draco started talking to his reflection in the water, "You were good to me, granger,"
"And im so used to letting go of people but I don't want to be alone!" Draco sobbed his head falling into his hands, "Leaving isn't better than trying,"
"And im so scared of growing old without you. Im closing every door because im sick of wanting you, you were good to me!" Draco sighed, he shouldn't have let Hermione go. Little did he know the slytherins (Daphene, Blaise, Theo and Pansy) were down here looking for him and the Gryffindors (Hermione, Harry, Ron and Ginny) were down there for a dare, although they all ended up listening to him talking to himself as he sat with his back against a tree looking into the black lake, "I know its easier to run after everything ive done,"
"I swear im different than before, I won't hurt you anymore if you come back to me!" Draco sighed, he knew she wouldn't come back to him but he could only wish. He felt arms wrap around him, looking to see who it was he smiled. It was her. It was Hermione.
"I should have never let you go either," Hermione whispered into his eye leaning her head on his shoulder. He kissed her head before leaning his head onto her head. They closed their eyes listening to each other breathe.
