A Piece of Forever
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
17
Views:
9,906
Reviews:
98
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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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.
A Piece of Forever
Disclaimer: Oh my gosh, I can't believe I forgot the disclaimer! I do not own Harry Potter, and I certainly am not J.K. Rowling...
Prologue:
Snow was a blanket of white on the ground.
Bald trees stood around the church, looking painfully thin and weak without their usual head of leaves, as though those wiry branches may snap any moment under the weight of the snow.
The young woman’s footsteps were loud crunches in the silence of the winter as she left a trail of footprints all the way to the front of the church. She paused, pulling her fur coat tighter around her, blowing out a long breath that became a cloudy puff the second it left her. She took out her wand from her pocket and cast a cleaning spell on her boots so she would not track snow all over the church.
When she was done, she walked through the doors and down the aisle, towards the figure knelt in front.
She stopped about five metres away from him, watching.
His head was bent, his blond hair that was almost silver under the pale light falling over his forehead that had her thanking Merlin once more that he gave up his habit of slicking back his hair in third year.
He looked as though he was praying, as though he was confessing, as though he was repenting for his sins.
He had felt her presence the moment she stepped into the church, all though he did not hear or see her. Yet he was absolutely sure she was there.
He opened his eyes and lifted his head up. He did not need to look to know that she had taken a seat.
He stood up, brushing the dirt from his knees and finally, turned to face her.
“Hermione,” he said.
“Draco,” she acknowledged.
“I can’t,” He told her.
She swallowed, hoping and hoping that for once she wasn’t right about what she thought he was saying. “Can’t what?” she asked, her voice cracking.
He averted his gaze, “I’m sorry, Hermione.”
“What are you sorry about?” she asked, trying to gather her composure. She wasn’t going to let him see her snap.
He sighed- a long deep sigh that said so much yet so little.
She didn’t want to hear was coming next. She was so afraid that he would tell her what she guessed he would. She was so afraid that she would be right.
But she wasn’t going to walk away.
She was going to stay and listen to whatever bloody excuse he could come up with.
Prologue:
Snow was a blanket of white on the ground.
Bald trees stood around the church, looking painfully thin and weak without their usual head of leaves, as though those wiry branches may snap any moment under the weight of the snow.
The young woman’s footsteps were loud crunches in the silence of the winter as she left a trail of footprints all the way to the front of the church. She paused, pulling her fur coat tighter around her, blowing out a long breath that became a cloudy puff the second it left her. She took out her wand from her pocket and cast a cleaning spell on her boots so she would not track snow all over the church.
When she was done, she walked through the doors and down the aisle, towards the figure knelt in front.
She stopped about five metres away from him, watching.
His head was bent, his blond hair that was almost silver under the pale light falling over his forehead that had her thanking Merlin once more that he gave up his habit of slicking back his hair in third year.
He looked as though he was praying, as though he was confessing, as though he was repenting for his sins.
He had felt her presence the moment she stepped into the church, all though he did not hear or see her. Yet he was absolutely sure she was there.
He opened his eyes and lifted his head up. He did not need to look to know that she had taken a seat.
He stood up, brushing the dirt from his knees and finally, turned to face her.
“Hermione,” he said.
“Draco,” she acknowledged.
“I can’t,” He told her.
She swallowed, hoping and hoping that for once she wasn’t right about what she thought he was saying. “Can’t what?” she asked, her voice cracking.
He averted his gaze, “I’m sorry, Hermione.”
“What are you sorry about?” she asked, trying to gather her composure. She wasn’t going to let him see her snap.
He sighed- a long deep sigh that said so much yet so little.
She didn’t want to hear was coming next. She was so afraid that he would tell her what she guessed he would. She was so afraid that she would be right.
But she wasn’t going to walk away.
She was going to stay and listen to whatever bloody excuse he could come up with.