“I promise it won’t hurt.” Draco mumbles into Hermione shoulder as his arms hold her tightly to him. She pushes her face into his chest, basking in the smell and feel of him around her. “It will though.” He loosens his hold and gently grabs her face, looking into her eyes with so much care her heart breaks even more. She takes in the details of them too, the soft grey of his irises that always seemed to shine in the night. “You won’t feel a thing.” He promises her. “It’s more of a-” She silences him when she leans up and kisses him. She savours the feeling of his soft lips against hers before slowing pulling away. “It will.” She says sadly, looking up at him softly. His eyes flash with understanding and he frowns, determined to take the sadness out of her features. “You won’t even remember to feel hurt.” She offers him a small smile and touch’s his cheek with the tips of her fingers. “It won’t change what’s in my heart.” She whispers. “I’ll remember deep down, and I’ll find my way back to you.” It was the nonsense of a women in love but she did not care. Neither did he. “I hope so.” She holds back tears, not wishing for this memory to be sad for him. “Promise me one thing?” “Anything.” He promises and she knows he means it. “When we meet again,” She says with a hint of hopefulness. “Let me pay for the bloody meal.”
He grins and then bursts into unrestrained laughter. His beautiful smile urging her to laugh with him. He calms and that sadness returns, but he does his best to hide it as he brings his forehead down to rest on hers. “Never.” She finally allows a tear to slip free. “It was nice knowing you, Malfoy.” She whispers the name that holds more of their past than any other. “You too, Granger.” He pulls her to him, encircling her in his arms and absorbing as much of her as she does him. Her tears wet his shirt and she lets them run freely for a moment before pulling away, already missing him. “Ready?” He isn’t, but as always, he stays strong for her and gives her exactly what she needs. “Yeah.” “I will love you again, Draco Malfoy. I can’t not love you.”.
“I love you Hermione Granger.” He offers her one last smile before raising his wand. “Obliviate.” Blue swirls flash around her and within them are him. All his smiles, his kisses, all the times he yelled and laughed, read and wrote, every time he criticised Shakespeare, and Crookshanks and her cooking. Every time they held each other and cried or laughed until they cried again. Him.
When the haze clears Hermione looks around her empty room in confusion. She must have zoned out again. She exits the living room and enters the kitchen, stopping when she spots a slip of paper on the table.
She smiles when she reads her favourite quote.
“Though she be but little, she is fierce.” -Shakespeare