"Did you lie when you said you loved me?"
"Did you lie when you said you loved me?"
Draco stared at the melancholic reflection of a familiar face - belonging to a known stranger. Her back faced him, but he didn't need to take a look to conclude that she looked painfully beautiful in her pure white wedding dress- with her brown curls styled in a loose bun and fastened with a simple veil.
His eyes stung.
The blonde tried to compose himself as he adjusted his cuffs and maintained his solemn demeanour- like a black- claded aristocrate should.
"It doesn't matter now"
"Why?" The bride turned to face him- and he tried his hardest not to wipe the tears trailing down her cheeks.
"You are getting married today"
"Because you got married" she choked"to her"
Draco saw the sad bride slowly approaching him- till they were just inches apart.
Malfoy swore that it would be the last time he allows himself the privilege to be so close to her.
He tried to look straight into her hazel orbs- trying to ignore the dark emerald pendant that adorned her exposed neck.
"Tell me, Draco" She almost pleaded.
"Yes" he answered
"Congratulations on your wedding, Hermione " he paid his curtesy and turned towards the exit.
"If you think that I would be happier without you, you are mistaken" Those were her last words to him.
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And years later- as he stood there amongst the crowd of mourners under the grey heavy skies- in front of a casket, he regretted.
Regretted to lie-
To her
and
To himself.