A/N: the backstory is that hermione broke up with draco before he got to confess. she comes back to the flat to get a family heirloom she left and finds a piece of parchment.
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I Never..
Draco's POV
Was there any reason for living anymore? My love, my life had walked away leaving behind an empty shell.
I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house
That don't bother me
I can take a few tears now and then and just let them out
I'm not afraid to cry every once in a while
Even though going on with you gone still upsets me
There are days every now and again I pretend I'm ok
But that's not what gets me
I never told her how much she meant to me. I never told her that every time she went away it took every fiber of my being to stop going after her. I never told her my true feelings.
What hurts the most
Was being so close
And having so much to say
And watching you walk away
And never knowing
what could have been
And not seeing that loving you
Is what I was trying to do.
I had to go on with my life. There were other women out there who were more beautiful and intelligent than her. Who was I kidding? There was no woman in the universe that was like her. She was beautiful with her chocolate brown curls and caramel eyes and she didn't earn the title brightest witch of her age by playing around.
It's hard to deal with the pain of losing you everywhere I go
But I'm doin' it
It's hard to force that smile when I see our old friends and I'm alone
Still harder, getting up, getting dressed, dealing with this regret
But I know if I could do it over
I would trade, give away all the words that I saved in my heart
That I left unspoken
I knocked on the door half-hoping that he wouldn't answer. I tried the knob and to my surprise it was open. I stepped in and gasped. What the hell had happened? It was absolutely horrible. Furniture turned over, paintings ripped from their canvases and food all over. It was like wild animals had been living here. Focusing on the task at hand, I strode toward our- his bedroom. Wrenching the door open I realized it was even more catastrophic in here than the rest of the flat. I quickly looked through the drawers and found it. My necklace, a precious family heirloom that was handed down to me. The only thing they had managed to salvage in the wreckage of the house. Next to it was a scrap of parchment.
What hurts the most
Was being so close
And having so much to say
And watching you walk away
And never knowing
what could have been
And not seeing that loving you
Is what I was trying to do.
In an elegant script was a sentence, a single sentence written by Draco.
What hurts the most was that I never told you I love you.
A/N: What hurts the most by Cascada.
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