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Summary:

“You should have only left for five minutes. Five minutes turned into ten. Ten minutes turned into twenty. Before he knew She had been gone for an hour. And he knew something wasn't right.”

WARNING! This one-shot contains major character death.

This story has a main character who dies!

Author Note: 

Hello, I'm back to meet the old Maya again. This time I'm hungry for fiction.

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Very much to be able to create a work that touched the hearts of drama readers and to give us the opportunity to translate this story. Really very excited because there are many stories that we want to translate. You, the writer, don't.

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It's been a long time, I don't know where to go in any district???? It's sad, and in the past, studying online in the COVID era has been very difficult. Listen with your left ear and go into the outside world. This year I will focus on studying more. I'll try to find time to write and translate fun fics for everyone. If it's a long story, you might have to wait a long time.

Anyway, I'll try to manage my time better. I won't abandon everyone anywhere. In fact, there are many people who have asked me to translate this story and that story, many of which are against the rules of Dek Dee. There is still the question of whether scenes that violate the rules can be cut out, which is... what should I say? Maya would like to translate it for the reader to read.

But I still want it to be read in full. And we don't want to modify anyone's work either. I really apologize. //Waiting in brief.

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The weather was cold. Both cool and humid He felt a branch pierce his knee as he knelt on the grass. It seems like every color in this world has disappeared before your eyes. He could no longer see the blue of the sky or even the bright red of the bouquet of roses he held in his hand. The only color he could see was the dull gray of the gravestone in front of him.

It's been a month since you left. It's been a month since the colors faded. Would it be said that the world was colorful before? He doesn't remember. Her amber eyes seemed to be far away. It was as if a faint memory had been pulled from his heart and buried beneath the ground along with her body.

The more he tried to remember the color of her hair, Those memories seemed to disappear little by little. It was as if he had put her smile into a box and stuffed it into the deepest corner of his closet.

The dew from a winter morning covered the grass beneath his feet. Wetness seeped into the fabric of his pants. The wind kept coming and slapping his face until it hurt, reminding him of the time when her hand brushed against his cheek when he was young. Back before he could notice the spark in her eyes when she was passionate about something. Before the burning desire came towards him

He still remembered the first time he kissed her. before the young man bit his lip so hard that it bled. Tears welling up inside overflowing with memories of the two of them. Memories of the first date The first time she held his hand The memory of her smiling when he complimented her on how pretty her dress was. Oh my god, she looked so good that day.

He could only stare at her for a long time, wanting to engrave the image in front of him in his memory. She laughed while in his sight. before he could move his eyes to meet her eyes Then he looked into those amber eyes. “You look beautiful,” he told her. She laughed again and replied that he looked good too.

Her soft cheeks colored a little, the most pleasing shade of pink he had ever seen. But right now, her cheeks were colorless and lifeless.

He couldn't breathe. The air was too heavy. So heavy he had to thrust it down with every breath. She just intended to go shopping. There wasn't a drop of milk left in the house and she knew how much he liked milk tea. So I decided to go out and buy some to fill up. She should have only left for five minutes. Five minutes turned into ten. Ten minutes turned into twenty. Before he knew

She had been gone for an hour. And he knew something wasn't right. He shuffled nervously in the living room of the couple's flat. Something unusual happened. Thirty minutes later the Aurors arrived. It is said that two men had an argument outside the Leaky Cauldron shop. Before the quarrel turned into a magic battle

And she was hit in the middle of the back by a crossfire from the curse while walking past the two opponents. The Demon Aurors all said that they had never seen a spell that could make a woman lie on the ground so quickly. It stopped her lungs from working. Sending the girl's body instantly turning a dark green color as she fell, she was still holding onto the cloth bag holding the milk bottle tightly.

since then Draco never added milk to his tea again.

Now it's starting to rain. The raindrops that fell in unison penetrated the clothes he wore. Remembering the time when the two kissed in the rain. They had just returned from dinner with his parents. Of course, the meal didn't go very well. Even when talking with eyes and words

Before he knew it, he found himself and her walking through the mansion's fence. He apologized and promised her he would never bring her to see his father again. The couple disappeared back to London. Standing on the road in front of the flat where he lives. He apologized many times until she accidentally kissed him to shut him up. It was raining at that time as well.

They all shivered from the cold. But the warmth of her body pressed close to him filled the warmth that he had been yearning for for so many years.

Hermione Jean Granger

19 September 1979 – 21 November 2008

Daughter, friend and wife mistress

He carefully put down the bouquet of flowers. And let the raindrops sprinkle on the flower petals He took out a book from his robes. He rubbed his hand over the glossy cover repeatedly. The book was Hogwarts: Interesting History. The first edition was given to her as a gift on the occasion of their three-year wedding anniversary.

He couldn't bear to see it on their—his—coffee table any longer.

He could spend hours in the cemetery. Until the sun sets Until he could no longer see the colors in the sky. He felt guilty inside for knowing any beauty that didn't come from her.

Her funeral was attended by hundreds of people. Be it friends or loved ones, even people who admire you. It was as if people from the entire magical world of England were there. Weeping over the loss of a heroine. Who was like their precious gold to him, she was never like gold in his heart.

She is every shade of pink, purple, red, yellow and periwinkle blue.

She was more than just the smartest witch of the age, she was a lover, a fighter, and a mysterious painter. She was everything he never knew he wanted deep down. She walked into his heart before he even knew it. It was as if one day she was just a former schoolmate.

In the next moment, she became the only thing that kept him alive. She used to take his breath. You used to make his heart beat. No wonder he felt a flutter in his chest.

She was no longer there to support him and keep him from falling apart.

The rain had stopped, but the coldness in the air and the darkness of the night still surrounded him. They swallowed him whole. It was as if he lived in a bright, warm, perfect bubble for many years. And in the end it fell apart.

He stood up. Then brush off the dirt that was on your pants. and wipe your face and eyes When you take your hand away from your cheek Those hands were soaked with tears.

"I love you, Hermione Granger. I will until I'm right there beside you, and it'll be just the two of us again."