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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
12
Views:
5,495
Reviews:
16
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Currently Reading:
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Back to reality
*****luthien.... in response to your review, yes for me it hurt, explained exactly like this story and you are one lucky girl for it not to! and i wish my first was this sweet too...lol thanks for reviewing, EVERYONE********
I open my eyes and find myself back in the loo at the Ministry. My tears have dried and my legs cramp from sitting on my heels for so long. I wonder how long I have been there. It could have been hours for all I know, it feels as though I was asleep and dreaming. When I opened my eyes I was surprised that I was still there, I could have sworn I would have been home, in bed.
I slowly rise from heels and my legs ache as they stretch. I stand for a moment letting my muscles relax. I turn back to the mirror and see make up streaking my face. I don't even attempt to wipe it clean. I stare at myself. I look deep into my own reflection, not recognizing the woman staring back at me.
It has been so long since I had thought back that detailed about my time with Draco. I have not allowed myself to feel that strongly about everything that has happened. Staring at him from across the room and getting that nervousness in my stomach was something I can handle. Having to actually face myself, and look into the eyes of the vulnerable, old Hermione, is not something I can handle.
My instinct to flee takes me over again. But it isn't like before. I get the fear to flee it all. The act I could not do years before, is now in the forefront of my mind. I grip the counter hard, making my knuckles turn white. I cannot live like this. I had thought it was what was best at the time, all those years ago. But now the consequences of my decision and the unhappiness weigh too heavily on my soul. I can't recognize my own reflection anymore.
I stare at a has-been everyday. Someone who is weak and unconfident. I thrive to see the strong, bold woman who had helped defeat evil. That girl had disappeared long before. I stare in the mirror wondering if it was possible to even find her again. I know it's impossible if I stay here, living this lie. I turn and look at the door to the loo. I see freedom reflected in the stainless steel. I step to the door and grab the handle. I take acdeep breath and lift the locking spell. I open the door, the light of the hall causing me to squint my eyes.
I step into the hall. I scan the area for any familiar faces. I see a few, no one special. I walk to the entrance to the hall and see Ron exactly where I left him, still speaking to the same man. He never looked for me, he didn't come to make sure I was okay. However common my disappearances are, he should still come and looked. That simple act seals my decision. I feel that he could live without me. And I know that I could live without him.
I turn and walk through the lobby, heading straight for the door. I get two steps away, but the feeling of eyes on me stop me and I turn. I see him, he's about thirty feet away. Not close enough to stop me or join me. I catch his eyes and I can see the expression on his face change. I see his confusion. I think it registers with him what I am doing. I see a twinge of hurt as he remembers the time he begged me to do this and I wouldn't.
I give him a weak smile and nod my head. He lunges to walk to me but I am too quick, and he is too far. As soon as I exit the door I disappear with a pop. I have told no one where I am going. I don't even bother to go to my house and grab anything. I want to start anew. Only two people in the world know where I would go, one would never have paid enough attention to remember, but the other would. I wondered if he would find me, if he would ever try and look. I open my eyes, staring out over the ocean. I remove my high heels and let my toes dig into the sand.
*DONT WORRY THERE WILL BE MORE
I open my eyes and find myself back in the loo at the Ministry. My tears have dried and my legs cramp from sitting on my heels for so long. I wonder how long I have been there. It could have been hours for all I know, it feels as though I was asleep and dreaming. When I opened my eyes I was surprised that I was still there, I could have sworn I would have been home, in bed.
I slowly rise from heels and my legs ache as they stretch. I stand for a moment letting my muscles relax. I turn back to the mirror and see make up streaking my face. I don't even attempt to wipe it clean. I stare at myself. I look deep into my own reflection, not recognizing the woman staring back at me.
It has been so long since I had thought back that detailed about my time with Draco. I have not allowed myself to feel that strongly about everything that has happened. Staring at him from across the room and getting that nervousness in my stomach was something I can handle. Having to actually face myself, and look into the eyes of the vulnerable, old Hermione, is not something I can handle.
My instinct to flee takes me over again. But it isn't like before. I get the fear to flee it all. The act I could not do years before, is now in the forefront of my mind. I grip the counter hard, making my knuckles turn white. I cannot live like this. I had thought it was what was best at the time, all those years ago. But now the consequences of my decision and the unhappiness weigh too heavily on my soul. I can't recognize my own reflection anymore.
I stare at a has-been everyday. Someone who is weak and unconfident. I thrive to see the strong, bold woman who had helped defeat evil. That girl had disappeared long before. I stare in the mirror wondering if it was possible to even find her again. I know it's impossible if I stay here, living this lie. I turn and look at the door to the loo. I see freedom reflected in the stainless steel. I step to the door and grab the handle. I take acdeep breath and lift the locking spell. I open the door, the light of the hall causing me to squint my eyes.
I step into the hall. I scan the area for any familiar faces. I see a few, no one special. I walk to the entrance to the hall and see Ron exactly where I left him, still speaking to the same man. He never looked for me, he didn't come to make sure I was okay. However common my disappearances are, he should still come and looked. That simple act seals my decision. I feel that he could live without me. And I know that I could live without him.
I turn and walk through the lobby, heading straight for the door. I get two steps away, but the feeling of eyes on me stop me and I turn. I see him, he's about thirty feet away. Not close enough to stop me or join me. I catch his eyes and I can see the expression on his face change. I see his confusion. I think it registers with him what I am doing. I see a twinge of hurt as he remembers the time he begged me to do this and I wouldn't.
I give him a weak smile and nod my head. He lunges to walk to me but I am too quick, and he is too far. As soon as I exit the door I disappear with a pop. I have told no one where I am going. I don't even bother to go to my house and grab anything. I want to start anew. Only two people in the world know where I would go, one would never have paid enough attention to remember, but the other would. I wondered if he would find me, if he would ever try and look. I open my eyes, staring out over the ocean. I remove my high heels and let my toes dig into the sand.
*DONT WORRY THERE WILL BE MORE