Yellow.
The shirt she wore to their first date was yellow. Ginny had told her it matched her skin tone well. It had seen her through the night of drinks and laughter. It had stayed with her the three hours they talked, and Hermione had looked fondly upon it ever since. She would frequently look at it in her closet and simply remember. Remember how nice it was at the beginning.
Hermione tossed the shirt into the flames.
Orange.
Hermione is actually allergic to oranges, a fact Draco didn’t know. Thus, when he surprised her with a basket of fresh oranges from the Manor’s orangerie, Hermione immediately went into a sneezing fit. Draco apologized profusely, but Hermione wasn’t mad. He had stayed in her office for the better part of an hour as Hermione regained her ability to breathe normally.
Into the fire an orange went.
Red.
Red was the color of lipstick Hermione wore to their anniversary dinner. She had made a special trip into Muggle London in search of the perfect shade, wandering around various drugstores for hours. She had finally settled on a Revlon shade, Certainly Red. Draco, for his part, had certainly liked the shade, as it had ended up all over his collar. And neck.
A tube of red lipstick was hurled into the flames.
Purple.
Periwinkle, specifically. Draco always claimed periwinkle was his favorite color. When prodded, he admitted to Hermione it was because it reminded him of her Yule Ball dress. Hermione had only laughed, remembering the way his eyes had lingered on her that night. She didn’t mention it again, but she did start buying a considerable amount of periwinkle clothes.
A periwinkle skirt was added to the fire.
Blue.
His eyes had specks of light blue in them. Hermione had assumed, during their school years, that his eyes were a dull gray, but she was proved wrong time and again. She would gaze into them whenever she had a chance and simply admire how far they had come.
She couldn’t throw his eyes into the fire, but she figured that a light blue hair tie would suffice.
Green.
Green wasn’t a good look on anymore, especially not on Draco. He would become jealous easily, citing the most absurd reasons Hermione had ever heard. She wasn’t able to eat with a member of the opposite sex, lest she risk Draco’s ire. He was incredibly paranoid, and would insist on her giving updates about who she was with, who she was talking to, who she looked at.
Hermione had dug through her old papers to find one of these such updates. It crackled as it touched the flames.
Hermione watched as every color went up in flames, just as their relationship had.