When no one is fulfilled in love

What was returned was only

pain

M A D A M E   B O N J O U R

Re-written on March 11, 2020 by MADAME  BONJOUR

SNAP

Part 1: I want you to know that I love you

“Ouch!” A sixteen-year-old girl cried out in pain as the boy in front of her shoved her intently and with full force, causing her to fall to the ground in tears.

"What the hell is wrong with you, Granger? You think I could fall in love with a mudblood like you?" Draco looked at her with unconcealed disgust. Her mouth pursed as if she were something repulsive. “And take back your filthy, lowly flower!” Draco said in a cold voice. Then he threw a white rose onto the ground next to her, a few of its delicate petals falling off the stem.

Before Draco could stomp on it nonchalantly, “Remember that in your brain. I hate you.” He firmly emphasized the last three words and hurriedly walked away from there.

Hermione looked at the tall figure walking away with a pained look in his eyes. She could only look at him with tears in her eyes until she was sure that he would never turn back. The thin girl bowed her head. She turned to look at the rose she had given him. She was the one who planted it and took care of it with great care and attention. It was like her love for him with all her heart, but he spent only a few seconds trampling on it carelessly.

Hermione picked it up as gently as possible. Embrace it in your arms Even though it was as bruised as her heart that was on the verge of breaking, she picked it up carefully as if afraid it would hurt even more. Hermione sobbed. She cried until she was shaking. The tears streaming down her cheeks showed no signs of stopping. Like a pain that will probably never disappear from my heart.

Why, why must you do this to me?

Hermione thought painfully, remembering all this time. She loved him so much, her love for him was so great that she couldn't explain it to anyone. She never told anyone and he never cared about her. The girl wanted him to know for herself, and today she came to tell him what her heart wanted.

Even though she knew in her heart that he would never love her, but because of her heart that demanded and commanded her to do so. Hermione didn't know why she loved him so much when he hated her so much. But it was no longer necessary for her to find reasons why since she already loved him. And he had destroyed it.

Hermione didn't even have the strength to stand up. She still embraced the rose, tears flowing down her face, and she didn't look up. Her eyes stared at it with such pain that she didn't notice that someone was standing in front of her.

He knelt in front of her, his eyes fixed on hers, filled with overwhelming love and unbridled concern as Hermione realized that there was someone standing in front of her. His sad face slowly lifted up and looked at the person in front of him with tears welling up. The picture she saw was completely blurry.

She couldn't see that person's face clearly until she felt the cold palm of the person in front of her gently wipe away her tears. and gently caressed her cheek, the picture became clearer. Her lips trembled.

“Harry…”

She called out that name softly. With a trembling voice, the girl continued to sob. Harry himself could only stare at the scene in front of him. He stared into her eyes. The young boy felt pain, pity, care and love for her more than anything. He used both his arms to embrace her like a shield.

He felt his body tremble in his arms. The sound of her constant sobbing Makes him want to hold her like this forever. I want to erase the pain in your heart. And the last thing Harry wanted to do most...he wanted Hermione to know how much he loved her. But he knew that it was impossible, that Hermione only saw him as her friend and that her heart only belonged to Malfoy! Just Malfoy!

Harry didn't feel any different about her, his love for her wasn't any less. Even though he knew she loved Malfoy Harry knew all along that she loved Malfoy, even though she didn't tell anyone, but he noticed. The boy couldn't understand why she could love someone who had so mercilessly hurt her. Even though the doctor caused her pain

With rude words used to insult And all sorts of other things But she was devoted to that man with love. He could lose her to Malfoy if it made her happy. But if Malfoy was going to cause her this much pain, he'd rather take care of her himself even though she didn't love him at all.

"Don't cry, Hermione," Harry reassured her. Gently caressing the brown curls, hoping to relieve her pain. Even though his heart was about to break.

The scene in front of him was like a sharp knife that cut deep into him over and over again. Thick palms clenched tightly in restraint.

Draco looked at the picture of Harry hugging Hermione with anguish in his eyes. With a broken heart He wanted to be the one to comfort her. Hug your thin body with both arms close to the strong chest that is now aching. The tall boy felt no different from Harry. He also wanted Hermione to know how much he loved her. He wanted to tell her that he loved her with all his heart.

And tell you every reason why you must be hurt because of him. But Draco never showed it at all. He wanted to take the rose and the young man promised to take it and take good care of it, but he couldn't do that, really couldn't!

Draco thought about the events of that day. At Malfoy Manor

' “I order you to absolutely stop dealing with this Mudblood brat,” Lucius said angrily. When he found out that his only son was condescending to mess with the Mudbloods.

Draco didn't dare say anything. He knew how angry his father was.

“Even though you lied to me in the past. That you hate me But you won't have the chance to lie to me anymore because this will be the last time I'll give you a chance to stop bothering me!”

"And if I say I won't do it?" Draco said. Try to keep your voice from shaking.

“Then you will see his lifeless body. Absolutely!” Lucius said coldly. Pale blue eyes held a look of shock.

Draco knew his father was telling the truth. And this would be his last chance. Moreover, if he were to break Lucius's last straw in the end, Until his father attacked Hermione. Draco would never forgive himself. And out of fear that she would be harmed, the only reasonable thing he did was

Let her go even though he loves her. He never let anyone know that he loved her. Even you yourself never knew and will never know. As long as his father is alive!'

The events of that day were still in his mind, every word of his father's words replaying in his mind all the time. Draco tore his eyes away from the scene in front of him in agony. He had to lose her even though he loved her this much, but just knowing that she loved him might be enough. For a man who is as useless and worthless as he is.

Plus he's a Death Eater. That's enough. He just knew that Hermione loved him….

His tall figure leaned on the wall to support himself. He closed his eyes, the love that was overwhelming him. It turned into a long stream of tears.

... Several months had passed since that incident. Today was the last day of their stay at Hogwarts and every student packed their belongings into their bags. and is traveling home Along with shocking topics of conversation among the Gryffindor students.

Now Hermione and Harry are dating. News of them spread all over Hogwarts, no one would not know about it, not even Draco!

And as soon as Draco found out about this, sorrow rushed over him. The pain that was already there made the young man even more anxious and agitated. The fear of losing her soared. Draco was angry at himself for being able to do just that. Because no matter what, he couldn't do anything but look at the two of them with his heart breaking.

Before, he'd secretly looked at her when she was alone with Harry. Even though the two of them didn't do anything excessive, he didn't deny the feeling that he was jealous of her!

Hermione was feeling better and she wasn't crying so much like she had that day. Draco observed her all the time: in the Great Hall, at meals, in the corridors, during class, sometimes he went to the library where he wanted to see her face. He wanted to apologize to her. But he couldn't do that when he knew his father had ordered the Slytherin boys to keep an eye on him.

If he messed with her, they would immediately send news to his father. Draco didn't dare to be too close to her.

All the students were on the train and about to depart. A few minutes later The train moved slowly towards King Cross Station.

Part 2:The End

4 years later

Draco Malfoy, dressed all in black, stood with his head bowed in front of his father's grave. Draco was not sorry, he felt nothing at all. His father has passed away. And he wants to be free and he wants to see Hermione. see you again Even though it had been a long time since that event, maybe if he could see her

And Hermione still has some feelings for him, he will tell the truth about everything that happened. He would let her know how he felt about her and that he might have hope. The hope that she would come back to him!

Draco probably knows where she works. Today is Sunday. She might be free to meet him. Draco returned to the manor, he thought happily of some thought. When he arrived back at the manor, Draco immediately searched for a phone number for Hermione's office. And Draco was about to contact him.

"Hello, may I please call Hermione Granger?" As soon as the person on the other end of the line answered the phone, Draco couldn't wait to complete the sentence in his haste.

“I don't know what your name is. And what are you doing with Miss Hermione?” the voice on the other end of the line asked.

Draco was taken aback by that question. What was he going to answer? A friend...or a lover? It's a simple question but very difficult to answer and he must be very stupid. If I say I'm your lover

"I'm Malfoy. I'm your friend."

“I apologize today, Mr. Hormione. I'm not coming to work."

Draco was frantic. What should he do? He wanted to meet Hermione. And he had to meet her.

"Can I have your phone number?" Draco asked. He felt bad.

"Uh, I can't give it to you."

“I beg you...please, I have something really important to talk to you about.”

Draco was taken aback when he replied. He could hardly stand it. His voice was clearly pleading. Draco would never speak to anyone. But because it was about Hermione, he didn't want to lose hope.

“Yes, wait a moment,” the voice on the other end of the line replied. When he heard that voice After a while she gave out Hermione's number.

Draco hurriedly wrote down the phone number of the person he still loved on a piece of paper. and immediately hung up without saying thank you. The young man looked at Hermione's phone number excitedly. He'd already found her, he just had to call her.

With shaking fingers, Draco dialed Hermione's number as he couldn't wait. Before he could press call and lift the phone to his ear, the dialing sound rang out slowly. But his heart was beating fast as if he would marry her soon. His heart almost stopped. When the voice on the other end answered...

“Hello, I'm Hermione. Granger.”

Hearing Hermione's voice Draco could barely contain his joy. He could hardly speak. The words I had composed in my head were covered in a blur of white because of the excitement. The only thing he could think of right now was Hermione's face.

"Grain...Granger."

As soon as he spoke, Hermione was speechless for a moment. She was numb all over. Hermione recognized his voice, the voice of the person she once loved with all her heart. The voice of the person who had brutally attacked her!

"Hello Granger, do you...do you remember me?" Draco asked. When he didn't hear her reply he asked her expectantly.

“Remember, why can't I remember you?” Even though you are someone I don't remember. ..Hermione said in a calm voice and added in her heart. No matter how much time has passed She still remembers him. Even the events of that day, she remembered well. “What happened?”

"Granger, I...I want to see you," Draco tried to sound firm. Even though I feel strangely worried

"I'm busy. I have work to do. I don't-"

“Please, Granger, I want to see you. I...I have a lot to talk to you about. Granger, please come see me!” Draco said in alarm. Because he was afraid that he would lose the chance to meet her. and lose you forever

Hermione could hear Draco's breathing heavily and she could feel that he really wanted to see her. Hermione turned to look at the white dress with beautiful lace decorations. The white skirt reached the floor and Hermione looked at one of the cards. Feeling unsure, she picked it up and thought about it. Her eyes looked sad before Hermione responded.

“Okay, where should I meet you?”

Draco was sitting in a lavishly decorated restaurant in the heart of London. and very far from his mansion. Draco was very excited, preparing many words that he wanted to say to her. He checked himself to see if he looked good? Draco looked at the bouquet of roses next to him that he planned to give to Hermione today...

Draco pulled his eyes away from the rose. When he heard the sound of the shop door opening She came and Draco stood up and walked around the table to pull out a chair across from his for her. Hermione sat down and Draco returned to his seat. His eyes stared at her passionately. It had only been four years, but Hermione had already looked much more beautiful in Draco's eyes.

Hermione sat tensely. She put her hands on the table and turned to look at him as coldly as possible.

“Do you have something to say?”

Draco didn't say anything, he was so excited he could barely contain it. And hardly noticing Hermione's expression, Draco clasped his hands on the table. Before that, he picked up a bouquet of roses and handed it to her.

“I want to give it to you.”

Hermione looked at it curiously. and reaching out to take it gingerly, Hermione stared at it. She remembered the events from 4 years ago again and Hermione looked up at him again.

“Her father--”

“My father is dead.”

Hermione was shocked by those words. Before she could finish speaking Draco cut her off first. Hermione nodded in acknowledgment.

“What do you have?” Hermione asked him again, but her eyes were fixed on the table vase.

"Granger, I'm sorry."

Draco said in a soft voice that made Hermione turn her eyes from the vase to him.

"About what?"

“Everything I did was bad for you. And that day in particular..." Draco trailed off. He looked at her seriously, “I really didn't mean to do that.”

"Forget it, don't mention it again," said Hermione in a calm voice and without looking at him, she knew what he meant.

Hearing this, Draco's expression relaxed a bit. He was hesitating about something, he really wanted to tell Hermione. And he had to tell Draco reached out and took one of her hands in his, and Hermione quickly turned to look at him. She didn't shake her hand.

"Granger, I…" Draco said in a firm voice. “I have something I want to tell you.”

Hermione looked at him, trying to guess what he was thinking. And she didn't have to guess when Draco spoke.

"I've missed you a lot lately, Granger."

Hermione's brow furrowed and she shook her head in disbelief at what she was hearing, but her heart felt strangely trembling.

“I was so crazy the day I hurt her that I wanted to go back and fix everything I had done. But I knew it was impossible, I wanted to tell you everything that day.”

Hermione didn't say anything, she just listened to him calmly. She tried to ignore what Draco was saying. Hermione tried to think that he was just lying to her. He probably wanted to give her heartache for fun, but she wouldn't feel that way anymore. Hermione thought her heart was strong.

She will not allow the man who hurt her to destroy the love she once had for him.

“I never hated you, Granger, but I had to do that to you because of my father…” Draco let out a breath and continued, “My father has forbidden me to have anything to do with you ever again. that My father...will kill her. And I know that my father would definitely do it if I disobeyed his orders. My father ordered the Slytherins to keep an eye on me if I messed with her.

They would immediately send the news to my father. Before that, I had to lie to dad that I hated her. Even though I didn't feel that way at all, she was hurt, but I was hurt because I had caused her so much pain at that time. I hurt you, destroyed your love for me. And it hurt even more when I found out that she and Potter were together.

I have to secretly watch her from a distance. I want to go talk to her. I want to apologize to you But I was just secretly looking at you like that, but I didn't have the chance.” Draco laughed deep in his throat. But instead, he felt a pain in his heart. “You really think so, Granger. You probably think I hate you, but you don't know how good I feel.

On the day you came to tell me you loved me, but I mistreated you. Even though I want to be the one to comfort you But I have to keep those feelings to myself…”

Hermione was numb with trembling tears filling her beautiful eyes. She didn't know what to say. This time, she couldn't deny her feelings any longer. Hermione felt that her heart, which she thought was strong, had become stronger. It started to feel something...

"...The last thing I want to tell you is that I have felt for you with all my heart..." Draco squeezed her hand lightly, confirming that he was telling the whole truth. “...I love you. Granger, I really love you. That's all I said. I haven't lied to you since 4 years have passed...but I still love you. Just you, Granger."

Draco spoke his heart out. And he was happy to let her know today that he had told her. And this last sentence What he would tell A was as if it was a hope that overflowed the hope that he thought he would spend his life with her.

"And if you still love me," Draco looked at his hand squeezing hers, his voice firm. “Let's start over together. There are no more obstacles. I don't have my father. There's just the two of us. And we love each other just like this and everything is complete.”

The words sounded nice, but they were like a knife to the heart of Hermione's heart. He seemed so simple in what he said. But it was impossible, why did he just come and tell her now? If it had been in Year 6, she would have been extremely happy. But at this time right now He doesn't know at all. That it's too late 4

The years since that day have really been too late. Even though he said he loved Hermione a thousand times, she could only listen and keep it in her memory!

Heroni's tears began to fall harder. The picture she saw became blurry. Because of the tears, her hands trembled. Her lips trembled and her heart fluttered as what she was saying would make him feel no matter how she felt. One day he will have to know anyway...

"Malfoy..." Hermione called his name. Her voice trembled without being able to force her to look at him with tears in her eyes. “I'm sorry.”

Draco's smile fell, he didn't understand what she meant. He started to feel a little worried. and looked at the tears that would soon overflow the corners of her eyes.

"Granger...you," Draco called her name in a soft voice.

“I can't love you anymore. That's impossible, Malfoy."

Draco didn't know what to do. He wants an answer. He needs a reason. He only realized it now. You've changed Draco's heart sank as he began to feel heat at the corners of his eyes.

“Why?” His eyes looked at her anxiously.

Hermione pulled her hand out of his grip and Draco watched as her hand moved to reach for something in her bag. His heart pounded quickly as she took out a card from her bag. Slowly, Hermione handed it to Draco. Draco received it on a beautiful light pink card. The time and place were clearly stated, with the names of Hermione and Harry printed neatly on the card, with two hearts interspersed between their names..

'Wedding card'

Draco looked at it and his heart nearly stopped. And it was as if he was powerless. Draco slowly raised his head to look at her, his eyes filled with utter pain. She's getting married... The woman he loved, Hermione, was about to marry Harry Potter, whom he hated. Draco held that card in his hand.

He wanted to crush it right now. The guard was like a knife, cutting into his body and heart without stopping. He had no idea that she was getting married because he thought that Hermione loved him. But why did she marry someone else and not him instead of Harry?

“Why, Granger?” Draco asked, his eyes hurt. “You love me, don't you? And why did you marry Potter?”

“Yes, I love you, but it's in the past. Harry loves me He makes me feel good. He never left me. He made me try to get over you, and I did, even now that you're telling me you love me." Hermione glanced upwards. She tried to block out the tears. "Malfoy...I...I don't love you anymore. The person I love is Harry, not you anymore."

And when the last bit of effort was gone, Hermione could no longer block the tears that were welling up at the corners of her eyes. She was hurt... hurt from having someone like her give him hope today. Draco looked at the scene before him in disbelief. He didn't believe that she would break up with him. Draco shook his head slowly, he wanted today to be just a dream. I want you to say that you lied. All of this was unreal, his eyelids were hotter than before.

“I am marrying him tomorrow.”

Draco's breath hitched as the words left her mouth and he looked down at the card again. And because of her words, he had to look up in shock.

"goodbye..."

Hermione rose quickly from her chair, not caring what he looked like. But before she could step out of the shop, Draco rose from his chair. He didn't even have the strength to stand steady. Draco fell to his knees. and hugged her waist from behind, his tears finally flowing.

“No, no!...”

It was a short speech, but it showed that his pain was at its peak. His voice begged her, his arms held her tightly and would not let go, as if he would have nothing left if he lost her.

Hermione could feel her back wet from tears from him, the once hard and cold Draco Malfoy. But now he was weak and hurt when she would leave him.

"Don't leave me...please," Draco begged her as if begging for her life. But right now, he was as if he were dead.

“Let me go”

"Granger...please don't leave me," he cried like a child who had been hit. He sobbed and hugged her weakly.

Hermione removed his hand from hers and pushed him back. Draco fell on his back and looked at her painfully. Hermione turned to look at him. Her eyes held only pity, but what she saw in his eyes was filled with love. Hermione quickly walked out of the shop and didn't look back. Draco was as if he was exhausted, but because of his love and desire to hold her, he never gave up. But before he could run after her, he walked out. from the store

Draco's eyes caught a bouquet of roses on the chair next to where she sat. He picked it up and looked at it. and quickly ran out of the store…

He turned left and right and looked around. But he didn't find her anywhere. Draco ran down the corridor. He saw her, he saw Hermione. She's gone too far. Draco wasted no time as he rushed after her with a bouquet of roses in hand.

“Granger...wait for me!!!” Draco called out to her in a trembling voice. With tears that are still shed

Hermione only turned to look at him for a split second before she sped away from him again. Draco had a hard time keeping up with her because of the crowds of people and cars on the streets. He was just a little closer to reaching her... He just had to put in the effort to run. Hermione turned to look at him again.

She knew that if he reached her, he definitely wouldn't let her run away from him like this again. Hermione decided to run across the road to the other side but as she ran across the road A car came running fast!

Draco saw the car and turned to look at Hermione. and quickly ran towards her He pushed her out of the way!

'Scream!!!!!!!!!!!!'

The sound of many people screaming in shock Draco's body slammed against the hood of the car, his body rolling down the road from the force of the car. A lot of blood flowed from his body, staining his expensive clothes. The car stopped. before driving away because of fear of guilt

Hermione picked herself up after she was shoved by Draco, and Hermione fainted. When the picture you saw appeared in your eyes!

Hurrying towards his body with her sore feet, Hermione covered her mouth with both palms. With tears welling up her eyelids, Hermione walked through the circle towards Draco's body. She dropped to her knees and embraced his body, her tears flowing in long streams. She whispered his name in a trembling voice. Tears fall Blood from his body stained her clothes.

"Malfoy...Malfoy, someone please help me!!!"

Draco opened his eyes and looked at her vaguely. Everything was blurry and he could only hear Hermione calling his name nonstop. Draco's eyes watered as he looked at her face, his breath and body jerking. As if Draco knew what he was about to do next, he regretted that he had hurt her.

He regrets that he couldn't hold her back. He regrets that he couldn't make her love him back like before. And what he regrets the most is not being able to live to love her anymore...

A single tear from Hermione touched his face. Draco could feel he didn't have enough strength to embrace her. And even as he raised his hand to wipe away her tears, his heart beat slower with every second he breathed softly, Draco mustered the last bit of strength he had left. Tell her the last sentence he will tell her... eternal

“I love you, goodbye...darling.”

His voice was soft and incomprehensible. Hermione didn't even know what he had said and she would never hear it again...Hermione heard his dying breath. She turned to look at him, tears streaming down her cheeks. A sharp pain penetrated her heart and Hermione hugged Draco tightly.

Just like he hugged her She called his name and shook him, hoping to bring him back to life, but all she could feel was a dead body. There was no response from Draco.

"Malfoy..."

Hermione whispered painfully even though he couldn't hear her. She had no idea that he would give up his life for her this much even though he knew that. She doesn't love him anymore.

Hermione hugged Draco's still body. He closed his eyes painfully as tears flowed down his face. Even though he would not have felt this feeling if he were still alive. He would hug her back tightly. But now he couldn't do that anymore, his heart was full of hope and love.

It was completely shattered, the pain he had felt. There won't be any more... White roses that are more withered than before seem to have life that can change with a dull mood. It was covered in blood from his body. It was lying in a pool of blood. And in the end, it died along with its owner forever...

- the end -