The End

He sat there looking at his arm. Waving his wand he removed the glamour, revealing the reason for his misery. This one choice had ruined his life, causing him to lose her

Their courtship was non-conventional if ever there was, yet classic all the same. It started with name calling and unyielding arguments. Which turned to rivalries and competitions in and out of the classroom. Then one evening it all changed.

*Flashback*


He walked into the library non to surprised to see her there furiously writing notes or an essay of some sort. Either way she probably would need a new quill afterwards.

“Well if it isn’t the mudblood struggling to keep up?” He just couldn’t help himself. Riling her up had become somewhat of a hobby for him. He noticed her quill come to a halt.

“ Oh Granger don’t stop on my account. I like knowing that you have to work hard just to keep up with me when I work so, how do I put it? Oh yes, NOT hard.” with that he chuckled.

Against his better judgment though he sat down at the table opposite from her, took out his books, parchment and quill and began his own work. Loving how his presence irked her.

She had sat there quietly staring at him, he could feel it, and then he heard her begin to write again. They sat there in silence nothing but the busy scratches of quills to parchment. Each others presence forgotten. Then all of a sudden she got up and ran into the stacks. Probably to find another book. He looked over to see her potions book and a two foot piece of parchment already two thirds full of the tiniest writing he had ever seen. Looking down at his own neat handwriting that was twice the size of her miniscule lettering he wondered what in she was writing about.

The assignment being to only to name the properties on Belladonna, where it could be found, how to harvest and prepare it for storage, it’s uses and antidote if ever ingested. How could she manage to write so much about one little thing was beyond him, and why Snape gave her so little credit.

*Whoa*

He had to shake the thoughts of sympathy from his mind. He got up and followed where she had entered the isles. He found her near the back on the tips of her toes stretching for a book on the top shelf. Without thinking he walked up and procured the unobtainable book and handed it to her. She slumped down on her heels looking up at him eyes full of questions.

“Thanks.”

Hiding his own surprise of what he had done. He schooled his face to stone.

“Think nothing of it, just my way of helping out the little people.”

In a flash her eyes went from questioning to burning pools of amber. She pushed him against the wooden shelves and stocked past him. Without hesitation he caught up to her pulled on her shoulder turning her and pushed her up against the books trapping her in-between his arm so she couldn’t escape.

“Get out of my face Malfoy!” she spat in hushed voice. Clearly not wanting to draw attention from the librarian.

“Lets get one thing straight Granger.” He leaned in closer “ If you ever push me again….”

“You’ll what? Huh? Kill me? Ha! I’m not afraid of you.”

He stared down at her. Did she just interrupt him while he was in the middle of threatening her? He guffawed.

“What is wrong with you? Don’t you know when to be quiet?”

“I told you Malfoy I’m not afraid. Especially of a little boy like you!”

He smiled then and leaned in close to her ear. He felt her body stiffen as he whispered.

“Rest assured Granger. I am no little boy.” He started to pull back. Felt something and paused.

Surprise and shock overtook him as the unmistakable sensation of his earlobe being suckled registered in his brain. His breath hitched. What was she doing? Unable to move he felt the butterfly kisses trail down his neck, and across his jaw line. His eyes had closed. His brow furrowed wondering what had overcome her, and then he noticed the kisses had stopped.


Slowly he open his eyes to see her staring up at him Her eyes were softer full of want. Without thinking of the consequences or the reasons of why he had scooped her up supported her against the stacks and kissed her. She opened to him immediately, thus their tryst began.


* End Flashback*

Standing he walked to the bar he kept in his bedroom, poured his self a glass of fire whisky. As he crossed the room to his desk he paused to look at himself in the mirror. He didn’t recognize himself anymore. The reflection of the room behind him his eyes landed on the bed. Memories of the woman he loved came flooding back. Growling he through the glass across the room, and punched the mirror. Leaning his head against the wall tears flowed freely. Turning his body he slid down the wall. Staring through the tears at his bloody hand he thought about the events that led to where he was now in life.

Alone.

At first they had kept it secret. Neither wanting to face the truth. The truth that they were steadily falling in love with one another. Graduation had come, he had come into his inheritance, and become a Death Eater. Which he hid from her. The lies he weaved, tales of work he spun. Stories of trips he took. All to cover his scandalous double life. But all was revealed and the truth was out. Then his Lord asked him to do the impossible to make up for his impudence.

He was ordered to kill the woman he loved. What he didn’t count on was her waiting for him.

*Flashback*

He opened the door to her flat. Something he had done a hundred times before. She sat at the dining room table her back to him. A glass of Champaign nearly empty tilting and swirled in her swaying hand.

“You’ve come to kill me haven’t you?”

He stopped in his tracks. She knew. Yet he played ignorant.

“What are you on about now? Why on earth would I kill you?

She turned on him then, eyes blazing.

“DON’T LIE TO ME! FOR YEARS IT HAS BEEN NOTHING BUT LIES!”

Tears. Merlin how he hated to see her cry.

“Please Draco. Just be honest with me for once.”

He walked towards her, but stopped when he was in the living room. Turned away from her and sat in the chair. He couldn’t look at her. He couldn’t face the hurt and betrayal that plastered her face.

“I want you to leave this place. Go to your order and hide. Do whatever you must to disappear.”

“You know I can’t do that”

His shoulders slumped. He knew she would never abandon something once her mind was set.

“But Draco, you don’t have to go back. You can come with me. The order can protect you.”

He laughed.

“Your order would slaughter me on the spot. Hermione I’ve been a Death Eater since right after graduation. I’ve played both sides for a better part of three years. I claim to be a spy for both the order and the Dark Lord. So now it has come to this. He found about our relationship and my betrayal to him. So now I’ve been ordered to kill you or be killed. I had every intention of doing what I am now, which is telling you to disappear. But when I came in and you knew I didn’t want this separation to start like that. Regardless of what you might think of me now I still love you, and I want you to live.”

Tears silently flowed down his cheeks. He was not embarrassed about them. She had made him not afraid to show his emotions in front of her.

He heard her sigh. Heard the soft clink of glass against the wooden table. The steady scratch of the chair against the floor, and when her hands came down around his shoulders from behind he reached for them without hesitation.

“But Draco, I want you to live as well.” She was pleading with him. He knew she was crying. How could he protect her? How could he save her from this?

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~Pause in Flashback~

His shoulders began to shake as fresh sobs racked his body. The memory of what he had done overwhelmed his senses.

~Resume Flashback~
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He stiffened. Pulled her arms off from around him.

“What have you done to me?”

“What?” She sounded hurt.

“You’ve changed me.” He turned to look at her. Forced his self to look angry when inside he was in agony.

“Draco, what are you talking about? I’ve done nothing. I love you.”

“YOU MADE ME INTO SOMETHING I’M NOT!”

Not sure of what to do he started throwing things, breaking them against the walls. His tirade left her flat in shambles. He had gone to every room breaking picture frames of them together. Mashing every dish and glass every drawer from armoire, desk and cabinet pulled their contents strewn across the floor. All the while she had yelled for him to stop. That he was scaring her. But he couldn’t stop. He had to make her angry enough to leave to go away. When there was nothing left to break or over turn he had cornered her.

His hand pulled back. Apprehension and fear crossed her features, and then with a *POP* she was gone. Realization of what he was about to do over came him and he apperated home. Which was where he was now hours later.

End Flashback

As he sat there he wondered what might have happened if he had just gone with her when she asked him to. How he might be with her now, Surrounded by her precious order telling them all the things he had done, telling all he knew of the Dark Lord and his twisted followers.

All of that didn’t matter though. It would be over soon. They were coming.

*click*

The sound a door shutting brought him out of thought. He looked up to see her anguished face coming toward him. Relief as she bent to enfold him in her arms.

“Draco. Come with me. Please.”

Unable to bear the pain of losing her again he nodded. She helped pull him up, and hugged him again.

Pulling away he looked into her eyes.

“ I love you Hermione”
“I love you too Draco.”

He then pulled her into a kiss in which he poured all the emotion he could.

*POP*

“AVADA KADAVRA!”

He felt her body jolt and go limp. Struggling to hold her up. He looked into her face.

“No” He whispered.

He looked up a Death Eaters Mask Faced him.

Quickly he pulled her face to his and kissed her.

“Avada Kadavra”

~fin