Tales of Tragic Ends

Last Kiss

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“You have two minutes, Ms. Granger,” the guard reminded Hermione as he clanked the barred door to the cell shut behind her. She nodded at him over her shoulder in understanding and the man glared at the cell’s main occupant before turning away.

Hermione inhaled deeply and then faced the condemned man before her.

“Draco,” she said quietly.

Draco was sitting on the floor, head bowed and his knees pulled up toward his chest, his arms folded over the top of them. He didn’t look up.

“Life,” he said into his arms.

A tear tracked down Hermione’s cheek. “I tried,” she said miserably, “I really did. Harry did too. But they…”

“They can’t risk letting the big, bad Death Eater corrupt anyone else,” Draco sneered bitterly.

“We’ll keep trying,” Hermione insisted. “Draco, I will never stop trying to-“

“No,” he interrupted, raising his face to look at her through dead, grey eyes. “No more.”

Hermione shook her head and took a step toward him. “Draco, we’ll figure this out. I won’t let you suffer here alone. I’ll keep-”

“Do me a favor, Granger,” he cut her off again, “and get the fuck out of here.”

“Drac-”

“Leave!” he snapped, shooting to his feet and then grimacing downward with a growl when he was tugged back slightly by the chains shackled to his wrists. “Go,” he said after looking back up at her, “don’t come back.”

Hermione’s bottom lip trembled. “I won’t leave you here. I love you.”

Draco’s face hardened into a contemptuous glare. “Stupid bitch,” he said. Hurt flickered in Hermione’s eyes but she squared her shoulders.

“You don’t mean that,” she said surely. “I know what you’re trying to do.”

His brow ticked upward. “You think so?”

Hermione nodded. “You’re trying to make me think you never loved me to try and protect me.”

Draco sniffed derisively. “You always thought you were so fucking smart. Get this through your thick skull, Granger…I fucking hate you. I’ve always hated you. I never loved you. I USED you because I thought you’d be able to get me out of here. And what a fucking mistake that obviously was.”

Hermione’s face had gone stony, but she shook her head. “No,” she said fiercely taking another step toward him. “You said you loved me. You meant it. I know you mea-”

He kissed her.

Draco’s arms remained at his sides with the weight of the chains, but Hermione’s hands latched onto his face as she pressed herself against him with a moan. 

The guard cleared his throat loudly from the other side of the cell door and Hermione slowly, reluctantly pulled her lips from Draco’s. She looked him in the eyes and gasped at the absolute loathing she saw being projected at her.

Draco smacked his lips with an obnoxious, repulsed pout. “Mudblood,” he sneered before spitting forcefully to the side. “You always did taste like dirt.”

Hermione blinked at him in shock and then slapped him. Draco’s head turned with the force of the strike and he slowly turned his face to her again.

“Get the fuck out, you worthless bitch,” he snarled coldly as the guard opened the door. Hermione held her head high as she gave Draco one last hard once over.

“Good bye, Malfoy,” she said shortly, her voice wavering only slightly. He merely turned away from her and sunk back down to sit on the floor.

When he heard the loud clunk of the door locking closed again, he looked over his shoulder to find himself alone.

“Good bye, my love,” he whispered before breaking down with his head in his hands.