Tales of Tragic Ends
Not for Me
Warning: murder/suicide, MCD, psychological trauma
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Not for Me
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“Hermione, please… don’t -”
“Sshhh,” Hermione shook her head ever-so-gently as she lowered her face so close to Draco’s their lips nearly touched. “Quiet now,” she said, pressing the edge of the knife against his throat. His Adam’s apple bobbed over it as he gulped.
“No,” he begged quietly, not even bothering to fight against his bonds, “not…not like this.”
Hermione bit her lip and closed her eyes as she bowed her head slightly and inhaled deeply. She smiled and released a sigh.
“I’ve always loved the way you smell,” she said dreamily, her eyes still shut. “Do you suppose we’ll be able to smell beyond the Veil?”
“Hermione…” Draco’s voice quavered, “please…just talk to me. We can get through this. You and me against the world, remember?”
Hermione snapped her eyes open and met his pleading gaze. She lovingly brushed his pale hair off of his forehead with her free hand.
“We’ve fought for so long,” she said, suddenly sounding sad.
Draco tried to nod but stopped at the feel of the blade pressing in harder. “Yes, but the war’s over, my love,” he reminded his troubled wife. She shook her head as she ran her fingers through his hair and then down the side of his face.
“Not for me,” she whispered so softly Draco barely heard it despite their close proximity. Their eyes met again and Draco’s heart gave a sick jolt in his chest at the realization that he’d finally lost her. His beloved had, at long last, lost her fight with the demons that the horrors of the war had imprinted upon her psyche.
He took a deep breath and smiled at the woman straddling him. “I love you,” he said.
A wide smile spread across Hermione’s face and she nodded. “I’ve always loved you,” she replied sincerely, before drawing the blade across him in one smooth motion. A muted gurgling sound escaped Draco’s mouth with the cut, but he kept his eyes locked on to hers as she brought the knife to her own neck and sent her blood pouring down to seep with his into their sheets.