Mercy

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A/N: Hi! I wrote this at like, 8am at the Laundromat while waiting for Chris‘ uniform to dry.(is that how you spell that? Anyway, you know what I’m talking about right? That place you go that charges you like a million dollars to wash your clothes.) Anyway, I’m sorry if it sucks, I was half asleep and almost dead from the heat in that place, not to mention a little freaked out by all the old people swarming around. So if you don’t like it, theres a little “X” in the top right hand corner of your screen. Click it and I will be gone from your PC forever. And if you do like it, thank you very much and it would make my day if you reviewed! :o)


Mercy

It was nearly dawn. There headlights were the only thing that could be seen cutting through the thick layer of fog that covered the road.

“Are we almost there?” Hermione asked from the passengers seat.

He forced his voice through the large lump that had formed in his throat.

“Almost.” Draco replied, reaching out and patting her hand.

He watched her smile and snuggle back under the warm, blue fleece blanket she had brought along with her.

They had woke up much earlier than either of them had liked and neither had done much in the way of dressing. They simply rolled out of bed and pulled on the clothes they had worn the previous night.

He stole another look at her. Her hair was a mess of curls, framing her face and there were light smudges of mascara around her now closed eyes. Her lips held that familiar pout, signaling she was asleep.

He took a right turn on a secluded dirt road surrounded by thick mounds of trees. Their branches hung heavy with newly melting snow.

He sighed deeply, his breath feeling very shaky in his chest. If only things had been different.

If only Potter had defeated Voldemort and emerged the winner....but he hadn’t.

It was the Dark Lord who had taken the prize and began the very next day systematically riding the world of anyone associated with muggles, torturing and killing them.

Everyone was at his mercy and it wasn’t long before he found out about Draco’s muggle-born bride.

“The Dark Lord always knows.” his mind whispered.

He looked down at the ugly scar on his forearm.

“So much for spying for The Order..” he thought bitterly.

He winced and looked down at the sleeping Hermione again.

He had seen many muggle-born deaths at the hands of Voldemort. They were gruesome, painful, and always slow.

There would be no sympathy and there would be no mercy.

He also knew that the Dark Lord always got who he was after.

He had proved that with Potter.

He couldn’t allow Voldemort to take her. Not his Hermione.

With this realization, he formed a plan.

The previous night, after making love to her, he turned to Hermione.

“I am taking you somewhere in the morning.” he whispered, while tangling his fingers in her hair. “Its going to be early, so you should get some sleep.”

She had cracked a joke about him sounding like her mother before closing her eyes and drifting off to sleep.

Draco had caught wind that the Deatheaters had planned to raid their apartment this morning and take her back with them, but they would find them gone. By the time anyone realized what had happened, it would be too late.

Draco pulled into a clearing with a small path that lead deep into the forest.

He turned off the car and looked at Hermione. She was sleeping so peacefully that he hated to wake her.

Nonetheless, he reached out his hand and shook her shoulder lightly.

Her eyes blinked and then opened slowly.

“Merlin how I love those eyes..” he thought.

A smile spread across her face.

“Hey baby.” she smiled at him sleepily.

Holding back his tears, he tried to record everything in his brain. Her eyes, her hair, that beautiful smile.

The stepped out of the car and wrapped their jackets around themselves. The snow crunched underneath their feet as they headed down the path. Birds were chirping in the distance. The forest was slowly awakening.

They walked on until the reached a small cliff. Everything was a melting blanket of white.

“It won’t be long now.” he thought.

Her cheeks were tinged pink from the cold.

“Is this what you wanted to show me?” she asked with an eyebrow raised.

“No.” Draco replied. “Just wait.”

He walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, breathing in deeply the smell of her hair.

It started. The sky was a mix of red and purple as the bright orange orb entered the sky. It bathed everything in soft sunlight.

Hermione gasped at the beauty of it and smiled broadly. She nestled back into his embrace.

It was time. Draco reached into his cloak, before leaning forward and softly whispering..

“All my life, all I ever wanted was you..”

He raised the dagger and plunged it deep into Hermione’s heart.

She looked up at him, a wild shocked look in her eyes. He mouth hung open as blood began to slowly trickle out. It bobbed open and closed as thought trying to speak.

Draco clutched her to him and cried softly into her hair. Hermione’s body shook and twitched involuntarily.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” he sobbed over and over.

He held her close until her body grew still and her eyes turned glassy.

He looked at her face, stroking it gently. Her cheeks were still pink and her lips were soft and red.

“Maybe I should bury her.” he thought to himself.

“No.” he finally decided. There was no time for that and he didn’t think he could bring himself to put such a warm person in the cold ground.

Besides, he knew that though he was clinging to Hermione, she wasn’t there any longer.

She was waiting for him on the other side.

“She probably ran immediately to find Potter and Weasley.” he laughed through the thick rain of tears that was pouring from his eyes.

He heard snow sloshing and people yelling.

“I think they’re over here!” the voices cried.

He recognized them. The Deatheaters had come.

He gently laid Hermione’s body on the ground, taking on last long look at her.

He pulled the dagger from her chest and placed it over his own, before allowing himself to fall forward.


A/N#2: Okay, I know that was very Romeo and Julietish, but I liked it, thought I didn’t really get to do as much with it as I hoped to. And the last line that Draco says to her I think came from the Ring, so I’m crediting that here. I dunno, I just thought it fit nicely. Whatever lol. Anyway, Please review!