I didn’t get more than an hour's worth of sleep last night.
How could I when she contacted me, and said it was urgent. Said it could only be told in person, and not through a letter or an owl.
I sat for a while staring at her letter debating whether or not to go, and hear what she had to say. After all these months. No, after all these years, my heart still does a small leap when I see her name. When one of our mutual friends mentions her in a conversation.
It’s inevitable I suppose as she was my first love. My first, physical, school quarrel. My first friend.
My first everything.
Yet now, someone else will be my first.
My first wife. My first life companion.
My forever love.
I’m dragged out of my thoughts when a bell attached to the cafe door rings, and she walks in.
Still as beautiful as ever. Still the Hermione Granger I remember.
I clear my throat as she takes a seat.
“You look well.” If I had known that comment would have been the start of an unforgettable confession, I would have never said it.
I would have never let myself hear the hurt in her voice; the longing. And I would have never let myself feel it either.
Yet, she continues on with her monologue.
“Hermione” I begin, as even now the need to comfort her came instinctively.
Here I was, an engaged man, traveling back in time to when all I cared about was a future with Hermione.
It seemed unfaithful, and I cursed myself for it.
I loved Astoria, so why did I feel like this?
What was so powerful in her words that made me question everything?
That made me question why we weren’t still together in the first place.
When I resurface from my thoughts, I feel a small pressure in my hand, and look down to see her hand on mine.
A simple touch we never got to indulge in before, but are now.
I have to inhale sharply when I hear her next, and final words.
Her killing blow.
“Glad to have finally intersected with you, Draco Malfoy.”
Glad to have finally intersected with you too, Hermione Jean Granger.