Until We Meet Again

~~~Until we meet Again~~~

I can't remember a moment in my life where I denied my love for her.

The moment she walked into my life, I knew she would be the one and only person I would want to spend my life with.

As crazy as that sounds, it's the truth. Love does a lot of crazy things to people. But for those of you who think I'm completely bonkers, you obviously haven't fallen in love yet. But when you do, you'll know exactly what I'm talking about.

But perhaps your asking yourself who is this person who is capable of getting me to talk like this. Well let me tell you one thing, this girl is one of a kind. She is flawless in beauty, intelligence, and personality. This girl fills my empty spaces and gives me life when I need it most.

Hermione Granger. My Hermione Granger.

Sure we may not had agreed on every single thing but it was part of our relationship. Our differences were what brought our love even deeper and fonder. Many people that we knew would always tell me that Hermione and me were just too different and that we would never work out. But these people didn't know anything. They had no clue that I was madly in love with Hermione and it would always be like that forever.

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I still remember the first time I met Hermione. The memory is still fresh in my mind. I remember the tiny, bushy haired and arrogant looking little girl stepping inside the train compartment at the beginning of my first year at Hogwarts. My heart stopped for those first two seconds and being as young and stupid as I was back then, I simply ignored those feelings. Not knowing that I was already falling in love with this girl I hardly even knew.

As the years went by, we became close friends. Along with Harry, we became the inseparable trio. I couldn't have asked for a better pair of friends. But to tell you the truth, it's no easy task being friends with Hermione Granger. You would think I would say that having Harry as a friend would be an adventure in itself, but believe me, compared to Hermione Harry was just a walk in the park for me.

Sure we would fight. Okay, we would fight a lot but never did I endure any dislike or hate towards you. I was just...intimidated. Never in my entire life did I ever meet a person who was so demanding, so proud and so damn brave. You carried every characteristic that I lacked and I was ...jealous. I was jealous because I didn't want to admit that you were stronger than me and I definitely didn't want anyone finding out. And the only way I released this jealousy was by ridiculing you. I made fun of your intelligence, your fetish with books, and your studious way. Looking back, it's a miracle that you considered me a friend after what I had put you through.

Gods, I was so stupid.

The pain I caused you still aches inside of me with guilt. The one person I had deeply cared about was the one I had deeply hurt. How stupid and inconsiderate I was. For endless nights I silently cried myself to sleep when I would see how much pain I had caused you. But there you were at my side comforting me with no revenge but with love. 'I'm sorry,' I would say in between sobs and being the angel you were would hold me against your chest and caress my hair until I was sound asleep.

It was always you that made everything better in life.

It was always you that made my life worth living.

It was always you that opened my heart and let in that love that I had never felt.

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Declaring my feelings to Hermione wasn't an easy thing to do. It was already our seventh year at Hogwarts and I still hadn't confessed my feelings towards her. Why I waited so long is another mystery I have yet to figure out. Anyways, seventh year couldn't have been a worst year for me to finally decide to come out with my feelings.

The Final Battle would be arriving soon and the dark forces were at bay. It was at this moment in our lives that Harry needed us most. But I couldn't keep my feelings bottled up any longer. As bad as I felt, Harry encouraged me to come out with my feelings. He was glad that I was finally going to do it. I knew that Harry would be my support and I loved him dearly for it. However, this was a crucial moment in Harry's life and I hated to see him so depressed. The coming of this battle would forever leave a scar in all 3 of us and I vowed to tell Hermione of my hidden love before everything would become different as a result of the war.

The moment I had spoken those 3 words my entire world became frozen in time. She was standing straight at me with a look that I had never seen before. I began to worry. 'She doesn't feel the same way as I do. She hates me now.' I thought. My world was ready to collapse the moment when you would turn me down when I glanced at her once again. Expecting a sad, sorrowful look from her, I received the expression I had waited 7 years for. She was smiling broadly and her eyes were filled love as well as desire in them. Slowly biting her lower lip, you uttered back,

"I love you too."

Never in my entire existence did I realize that those 4 words would fill every ounce of my being and just make my life...happy. I was so drawn into that moment I didn't realize you were still standing there. It was when you threw yourself into my embrace did I realize that this wasn't a dream. I kissed you and held you in my arms promising you that I would always be there for you.

We spent that night together making our intimate connection that forever held sacred. I held you close, breathing in you wonderful aroma that your perfect figure gave off. I caressed your hair and savored every moment that we spent. Those moments made me forget of the cruel world we lived in. It made the fear I endured dissolve and replaced with happiness.

Hermione, you had been my life.

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As much as I did not want that day to occur, it eventually did. All wizards abroad dreaded the final battle between Voldemort. Fear was everywhere and it caused the Wizarding community to falter in hope.

But we were strong. Harry, you and me stood side by side at the top of the hill overlooking the fires, death eaters, and the bloodshed. We were scared as hell but we knew we had to fight. We had to win and fight for our life back. Our entire world was counting on us.

Blood. Bodies. Destruction.

Never did I felt so scared in my entire life than did I felt that day.

I wanted it to stop. I wanted this war to be over.

Hours passed and the number of death eaters were becoming fewer and fewer. I suspected that this horrid day would come to its end. It would be over soon and I would once again be with Hermione by my side.

You see I was going to ask Hermione to marry me. I was going to buy her a home, we were going to have kids and we were going to be happy.

But fate had a different plan.

Running through the woods, I eagerly looked for Harry and Hermione. I was completely exhausted but I refused to rest. I had to find her. I looked at my hands only to see them completely red from the blood of the death eaters I had killed. I rubbed them against my wet shirt in disgust. Just then, I heard a scream nearby.

It was she.

I knew that voice anywhere. I ran as fast as I could, not noticing anything that stood in my way. All around me, crumbled bodies of death eaters and wizards. It was a disgusting sight and I felt the urge to throw up. But it was at that moment that I saw Hermione on the dirty ground struggling to get up.

I screamed out her name and she quickly turned to where I was standing. She smiled weakly and slowly managed to rise up from the ground.

She began to limp towards me with her arms wide open as if saying that she was fine and that everything would be all right once again.

I ran to her.

But just when I grabbed her she collapsed into my arms and we both stumbled onto the ground. I embraced and told her that I was here but she gave me no response. All she did was stare at me with forgiving eyes.

It was then that I saw the dagger wound that was placed in her abdomen.

She was dying.

I told her to stay awake. That in a few minutes she would be at a hospital. But all she would do was cough up blood. She was slowly dying in my arms.

I began to shed tears in my eyes and my sobbing become so loud because of the pain I was feeling. I didn't want this to happen.

Hermione weakly looked into my eyes and found enough strength to speak her last words. She gripped onto my hand and spoke,

"I will always love you."

It was then that she slowly closed her eyes and her hand ungripped mine.

It was said that I had screamed out her name so loud that I had blacked out. But I know the real reason I blacked out. I had blacked out because it was at that moment that my soul and being ceased to be. It was a way of telling me that my existence on earth was no longer important.

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In the end, the wizarding world was victorious and peace once again reined the world.

But for me, that peace came at a very high price. That is why I refuse to move on with my life and I refuse to gain peace in it.

Maybe if had been there to save her, she would have still been alive.

Maybe if I had asked her to marry me before she had gone she would have known how much I loved her.

If only life hadn't been so unfair.

They say a broken heart can mend. As for me, Hermione had been the only person that I could have loved. My shattered heart will never mend because Hermione had been my heart. She shattered it not knowing that it has caused me a pain worse than death itself.

Although I continue to live, my soul was taken from me. I no longer consider myself a human being but a faceless corpse that roams about with no intention of moving on. It's only a matter of time when I will soon reunite myself with my lost love and I will once again feel alive.

But for now, until we meet again.

I love you Hermione.