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We had a beautiful relationship.
One might even say it was perfect – except that it's not.
We had to keep it hidden. After all, the Dark Lord despises mudbl – muggleborns and Saint Potter would surely get mad at her. And when he gets mad at her, who would keep Weasel and him in line? We would doom everybody.
Yes, we had to keep it hidden.
We would get along just fine.
It was quite surprising, considering our upbringing. Nevertheless, we accepted each other for who we were and I'm sure we loved each other dearly.
We had problems, though.
We always worried about our meeting places. "What will we do if someone sees us?" She always fretted. I always replied to her with "We would obliviate their oh-so precious memories" while smiling cheekily. She'd always hit me on the shoulder just for that. I think her hand has already imprinted itself there.
How ironic that that line came to bite me back in my face.
I've thought about it a lot.
Why wouldn't I? I was basically calling our relationship off if I continued on with it.
Still. It would protect her.
It was just after our 6th year.
They were nearly ready to go off and find The Dark Lord's horcruxes.
I had to do it now.
I really do.
Mustering my courage, I wrote her a letter telling her that we need to meet in a muggle park near their house.
She came early. Of course she did, she's Hermione Granger.
I held her hand and kissed her cheek as a greeting. She smiled that lovely smile I've grown fond of.
I asked her to sit on the bench and she nodded her head as a show of agreement.
Then she asked, "What compelled you to meet me at a muggle park?"
I figured I owe her an honest answer. It was, after all, our last meeting.
"I wanted to talk to you about something."
Her face immediately went sober and she softly asked, "Is it about Voldemort?"
"No! It's… about us."
"What about us?"
"I just... think it's better if we end this now."
She looked guarded, "Why? Is it because you don't like me anymore?"
"Of course not. It's just that I don't want to sacrifice your safety."
"But we have been together for 2 years now! I don't think that this hunt will make a difference."
"But it will. When you find all of his horcruxes, Saint Potty will be able to kill The Dark Lord and you three will be hailed as heroes and the rest follows."
"Why are you so sure that we will be able to find all of them and even if we do, why are you so sure that Harry will be able to kill Voldemort?"
"Because the other option is unthinkable."
My words clearly affected her for she slumped against my shoulders in a way that showed her act of resignation.
Ever the curious, she asked, "Why now?"
"If we keep it longer, it would be too painful for either of us to move on."
"Oh."
I breathed in deeply, mentally preparing myself for what I was about to do next.
"I guess this is goodbye."
She turned to look at me with eyes shining with tears, "I'll never forget you, you know. Not the time we spent together, not the time you and I met, nor will I forget now."
I sighed, "But you will."
"What do you mean?"
I don't want to do this.
I really don't.
But I have to.
I motioned for her to stand up, and stood up myself.
I walked a few paces away from her while she looks at me wonderingly.
I can do this.
I got my wand, held it in my hand and, before she can say anything, said, "Goodbye Hermione. Obliviate."
Thoughts?
I don't know when the taboo on Voldemort's name was placed so I'll assume it was just after their 7th year started, alright?
I'm sorry if there's any mistakes, be it canon-related or my grammar. It's my first story.