Always

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
Pairing: Draco and Hermione.
POV: First person, Hermione.


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We had always known.

Even from the beginning. From the very first time in the bar, two years ago. It had been far too easy – drinks, dancing, seduction.

Sex.

It was obvious.

We are bound to two different sides of the world, of the universe. Mercury and Pluto.

Draco and Hermione. You and me.

But all the same, we couldn’t stop.

We knew it was coming. We saw it happening, and we let it. We couldn’t stop it.

Love.

At some point, the lust became love.

One year ago, you said it for the very first time – I love you. I echoed the statement, because it was already resounding throughout my heart. My flesh, my soul, my being. All of them, ringing with love for you.

You. Thousands of worlds away, but so close. Sweaty bodies mingling together contentedly, mocking a lover’s intimate embrace.

Always in secret, you and I. Always in the darkness, in the quiet and still.

We were from different sides of the universe. Different sides of the world. Different sides of the war.

In our passion, sometimes, my fingers would brush over the hideous scar on your upper arm.

We would stop. There would be silence, as the heavy passion lifted from the air and our breathing calmed from ragged pants to shallow breaths.

You and I, we remained silent. Holding each other tight in the darkness of the night – passion replaced with tender sorrow. Holding to each other as if we would never see each other again.

Who knew? Maybe we wouldn’t have.

And yet we loved.

You and I, taking that journey down the most frightening and beautiful of paths.

You and I, together when our worlds were falling apart.

Holding tight as the war tried to rip us apart.

Away from one another.

Alone.

But in the darkness there was no pureblood or mudblood. There was no war.

Just two people, in love.

Russet hues trained upon silvery pools. Two bodies, engaged in the most intimate of actions.

Two minds, coming together.

Forbidden.

And today I knew what was coming.

I knew it as I came into the room, and saw your face. I knew it before you kissed my forehead, my lips. Before you devoured my body by tongue and flame of passion. I knew it before you took me on the red silk sheets. I knew it before you pulled out of my embrace. I knew it before you silently handed me the silver blade.

I knew it before you knelt before me. I knew it before you said those words.

“I love you.”

And you knew what I knew, and we knew what had to be done.

“I love you, too.”

There was no arguing, there will be no tears.

We saw it coming, we knew it would happen.

I kneel before you, and lean in to place a kiss on your forehead, on the tip of your nose, on your lips.

The dagger is quickly unsheathed, and rests in my hand. It does not tremble.

The blade is silver. The handle, intricately wrought, engraved with angels and demons.

The mythical beings hold each other in a mock lover’s embrace.

Soon, the sharp blade is stained red.

One hand is resting on your cheek. The other, clutching the handle. You hold that hand, helping me to bury it all the way in to the hilt.

Warmth. The crimson liquid of life spills over my fingers and yours.

I do not have the indecency to stop looking at your eyes. Your gaze is steady.

There is a small smile on your lips.

I will not cry.

I saw it coming.

You saw it coming.

We saw it coming.

From two different sides of the universe, you and I. From two different sides of the world, from two different sides of a war that we got caught up in so prematurely.

When your mission is to assassinate the one you love, and his is to assassinate you, you will both see it coming.

The inevitable death of one.

The inevitable death of your love.

The inevitable pain that you must bear. That you must hide.

The inevitable attempt to remain nonchalant and indifferent.

We had always known.

And still we loved.

And for your sake, I do not cry.

When your body is cold and still, I plant a gentle kiss upon your marble lips, and brush the light blonde hair from your face.

And still I love you, so.




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