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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
100
Views:
10,622
Reviews:
52
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Death
Title: Death
Author: ianthe_waiting
Rating: T+
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter books and their characters are the property of JK Rowling. This is a work of fan-fiction. No infringement is intended, and no money is being made from this story. I am just borrowing the puppets, but this is my stage.
Genre: Drabble, Romance
Warnings: Angst, Character Death
Summary: #30. She asked the one question he never wanted to answer.
Word Count: 774 words.
Author's Notes: Drabble: a slice of fic in less than 1500 words. Another Cedric/Hermione drabble. Not sure if it would fit in with the others.
Prompt 30 – Death
“What is it like, when you die?”
He almost wanted to scream at her for asking such a question. Screaming would accomplish nothing.
“Cedric…” she whispered, her hand lifting to touch his cheek, pads of finger smoothing through the unintended blond beard that had begun to grow on his jaw. “What is it like?”
There was pleading in her voice, and as he cradled her upper body in his arms, he knew she wanted some sort of reassurance. It sickened him. He blinked slowly, his grey eyes beginning to mist.
“It hurts,” he whispered, his breath stale against her cheek, his throat raw from screaming. “It’s cold.”
Her eyes bored into his, her hand moving to trace a thumb over his bottom lip.
“Were you scared?”
He sucked the tip of her grimy thumb between his lips, watching her perfect china doll lips curl into a weary smile. When her hand ran to his throat, to the tatters of his shirt to touch his chest, Cedric shuddered.
“Not for long… I survived, remember?” he whispered, inhaling the scent of her hair, the faint fragrance of ginger still lingering in the caramel and black locks. Black from blood… “And so are you.”
She did not shake her head, she only sighed, her fingers brushing over the smooth planes of his chest to his frantically beating heart.
The cave floor was icy and damp, and he wished he could lift her somehow without hurting her. He wished his wand was not in pieces somewhere in the dark, he wished he could summon the strength to Apparate them away to safety. But she could not be moved so carelessly.
The Blasting Hex she took in his place had crushed her body, broken her ribs, bone slicing into soft internal organs. Even as she breathed, he could hear the blood in her lungs.
He loved her, desperately, and there was nothing he could do for her except assuage her fears somehow, keep her talking until someone found them.
“It hurts now. It won’t last, will it?” she asked, her voice becoming thick.
When the coughing started, blood tinged her lips.
His teeth began to chatter, angry, afraid.
She had found him when everyone believed him dead. She had protected him when the ones who had hidden him tried to punish her for defying the fates. She had loved him when he believed there was no love to be had in the wide world.
And he? Cedric kept her fears away, he held her close when her memories became nightmares, he kissed her when she delighted him, and he made love to her when the fury, the pain, and the madness became too much to bear.
“No, it won’t last long,” he whispered, as her eyes grew heavier. “Neither will the cold.”
She smiled. “Heaven?”
Cedric lowered his cheek to hers, whispering in her ear. “I only saw a part of it.”
Her hand moved to his neck again, wrapping her arm about him to hold him near. Cedric kissed her throat, feeling her discordant pulse under his lips. Her heart beat for now, but not for long. His tongue tasted the sweat on her skin, at her pulse point, the very flavour that he had come to long for and need to live. Even at that moment, he wanted to taste more of her, taste her skin, taste her on the inside. On the inside he could live forever, inside he could come to terms with every wrong done to him. Inside of her, he knew how to breathe, how to live, and how to love.
Inside of her, he wanted to give her life. He had had enough of death.
He wanted so many things. He wanted to keep looking into her honey coloured eyes and believe that he was alive. He wanted to give her a home, a family, material things, existential happiness, eternal love, and devotion. He wanted to worship her until the end of time…
“I’m scared,” she whispered when his lips hovered over her own. “Ced, I’m really scared.”
Grey eyes stared deep into honey eyes, and between them, there was only silence and resignation.
He kissed her mouth, tasting her blood, relishing it, imprinting it into his memory. Her soft mouth was his undoing.
“It’s okay. I’m here, Hermione…”
Cedric wished he could follow her as he went, he wished she could feel his tears upon her skin, hear his desperate bestial cries, feel how his body shook with passion.
He had hoped he could cheat death, for her sake, push back the cold and the pain, and live forever, in love.
Author: ianthe_waiting
Rating: T+
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter books and their characters are the property of JK Rowling. This is a work of fan-fiction. No infringement is intended, and no money is being made from this story. I am just borrowing the puppets, but this is my stage.
Genre: Drabble, Romance
Warnings: Angst, Character Death
Summary: #30. She asked the one question he never wanted to answer.
Word Count: 774 words.
Author's Notes: Drabble: a slice of fic in less than 1500 words. Another Cedric/Hermione drabble. Not sure if it would fit in with the others.
Prompt 30 – Death
“What is it like, when you die?”
He almost wanted to scream at her for asking such a question. Screaming would accomplish nothing.
“Cedric…” she whispered, her hand lifting to touch his cheek, pads of finger smoothing through the unintended blond beard that had begun to grow on his jaw. “What is it like?”
There was pleading in her voice, and as he cradled her upper body in his arms, he knew she wanted some sort of reassurance. It sickened him. He blinked slowly, his grey eyes beginning to mist.
“It hurts,” he whispered, his breath stale against her cheek, his throat raw from screaming. “It’s cold.”
Her eyes bored into his, her hand moving to trace a thumb over his bottom lip.
“Were you scared?”
He sucked the tip of her grimy thumb between his lips, watching her perfect china doll lips curl into a weary smile. When her hand ran to his throat, to the tatters of his shirt to touch his chest, Cedric shuddered.
“Not for long… I survived, remember?” he whispered, inhaling the scent of her hair, the faint fragrance of ginger still lingering in the caramel and black locks. Black from blood… “And so are you.”
She did not shake her head, she only sighed, her fingers brushing over the smooth planes of his chest to his frantically beating heart.
The cave floor was icy and damp, and he wished he could lift her somehow without hurting her. He wished his wand was not in pieces somewhere in the dark, he wished he could summon the strength to Apparate them away to safety. But she could not be moved so carelessly.
The Blasting Hex she took in his place had crushed her body, broken her ribs, bone slicing into soft internal organs. Even as she breathed, he could hear the blood in her lungs.
He loved her, desperately, and there was nothing he could do for her except assuage her fears somehow, keep her talking until someone found them.
“It hurts now. It won’t last, will it?” she asked, her voice becoming thick.
When the coughing started, blood tinged her lips.
His teeth began to chatter, angry, afraid.
She had found him when everyone believed him dead. She had protected him when the ones who had hidden him tried to punish her for defying the fates. She had loved him when he believed there was no love to be had in the wide world.
And he? Cedric kept her fears away, he held her close when her memories became nightmares, he kissed her when she delighted him, and he made love to her when the fury, the pain, and the madness became too much to bear.
“No, it won’t last long,” he whispered, as her eyes grew heavier. “Neither will the cold.”
She smiled. “Heaven?”
Cedric lowered his cheek to hers, whispering in her ear. “I only saw a part of it.”
Her hand moved to his neck again, wrapping her arm about him to hold him near. Cedric kissed her throat, feeling her discordant pulse under his lips. Her heart beat for now, but not for long. His tongue tasted the sweat on her skin, at her pulse point, the very flavour that he had come to long for and need to live. Even at that moment, he wanted to taste more of her, taste her skin, taste her on the inside. On the inside he could live forever, inside he could come to terms with every wrong done to him. Inside of her, he knew how to breathe, how to live, and how to love.
Inside of her, he wanted to give her life. He had had enough of death.
He wanted so many things. He wanted to keep looking into her honey coloured eyes and believe that he was alive. He wanted to give her a home, a family, material things, existential happiness, eternal love, and devotion. He wanted to worship her until the end of time…
“I’m scared,” she whispered when his lips hovered over her own. “Ced, I’m really scared.”
Grey eyes stared deep into honey eyes, and between them, there was only silence and resignation.
He kissed her mouth, tasting her blood, relishing it, imprinting it into his memory. Her soft mouth was his undoing.
“It’s okay. I’m here, Hermione…”
Cedric wished he could follow her as he went, he wished she could feel his tears upon her skin, hear his desperate bestial cries, feel how his body shook with passion.
He had hoped he could cheat death, for her sake, push back the cold and the pain, and live forever, in love.