"You look terrible, Respected Minister"
"Thank you for noticing, Mr.Malfoy"
Those were her last words before the train made its whistle blow from afar- announcing its arrival. The brunette's attention quickly turned towards the track. But his attention remained unwavered
His ignorant younger self would have detested him for his thoughts -but in truth ,she was as beautiful as she was years ago- no doubt- but somewhere, her face radiated melancholy; the essence of that of a worn out warrior, who had spent his whole life on a battlefield. Her caramel eyes, that once shone bright, were now just a void. Her curls- that he strangely had adored aeons ago- lost their shine.
And if he dared to ask- she would say that it was nothing but effects of passing years. And he had to shut his mouth even if she was lying.
For that fire of passion that always armoured him and put him at fault- was still burning within her somewhere; even if it was now just a flame, it was still there. But now, instead of dreaming big,sadly, she was using it to make her way through that long weary life.
She didn't deserve it. She deserved better. So much better.
Someone better.
Someone who knew how to treat her well; to treasure her a priceless soul like her.Who knew how to be her support- who understood a visionary like her.
Someone who could offer her the whole world and beyond that for she deserved nothing less than this.
He could have given her all of that if she were his.
" I could have treated you better than that Weasley" at last, he spat those words, filled with regret.
The train whistled again, this time signalling its ultimate arrival at the station before halting at the platform 9 3/4
Hermione looked back and smiled wearily -
with nothing but regret.
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