Ten Years Today
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,710
Reviews:
2
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Currently Reading:
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Ten Years Today
Author's Note- Just a small oneshot,I was listening to this song and it just popped into my head. I hope you all enjoy it! It's sad...
The song is "Ten Years Today" by 'Bullet for my Valentine' The song lyrics are in Italics, and past conversations are in the *asteriks*..
Oh yeah, and it's unrelated to any of my other stories, but I use the same names...you'll see:P
Thanks to WeasleyWench for being a great big sweetheart and beta'ing this!!!!!!!!! :D:D:D
Enjoy!
Shannon xoxox
Ten Years Today
Draco Malfoy was laying on the plush leather couch in his study. He had his right arm thrown over his face, covering his eyes. His left arm was down by his side; his elbow bent and his hand clutching at his shirt. His hair was tousled and his clothes were disheveled; He was drowning in his memories.
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Ten years ago, I got a call that nearly killed me,
Repeat yourself my hands are shaking.
When I was told, my friend was gone I felt so guilty.
A thousand questions were left unanswered.
I'll bleed if you want me to.
I'll serenade before I do.
I'll bleed if you want me to!
---------
Draco was standing in front of his fireplace; the green flames had just diminished after his visitor left. His whole body was shaking uncontrollably and tears were steadily flowing down his face. The guilt of what happened immediately began eating at him. He remembered the day they left her clearly; the day that Draco took his son and said ‘good-bye’.
***
"I'm taking him away, Hermione!"
"No, Draco! Please," she said pleaded as Draco pulled Nolan out of her reach. Hermione dropped the soft walnut coloured acoustic Fender in her hands. Only moments before she was playing the Muggle instrument but it quickly clattered to the floor with a twang of it’s silvery strings.
"I have to."
"Please, don't do this! Let's raise him together!"
"That can't happen, and you know it."
"Please, don't leave me alone. He's mine too!"
"I realize that, Hermione! You need to give it up. You will both be murdered if we stay!"
"Please... "
"I'm taking him, and that's final!!!"
***
Now, four days later, Draco just had a Floo call from Dumbledore. Hermione had killed herself earlier this morning; She cut her wrists in the bathtub, crimson regrets washing away the sins of her soul.
Dead at twenty.
-----------
On and on although you're gone, candles burn without a flame on.
Our final call to you, I know you're listening.
How could you leave us that way?
Where did you go?
Ten years today.
---------
That was ten years ago and it still eats at Draco everyday. He remembered after Dumbledore left that his son, Nolan, began crying hysterically. He was too young to know what was going on, just under a year old. Draco picked him up, holding him tightly and crying with him. Draco and Hermione kept Nolan a secret for a long time, but the Death Eaters were getting suspicious, and delving into Draco's mind when he least suspected it. He finally had to take Nolan away, to save both his son and Hermione’s lives.
Draco sat on the same couch ten years before, that he is laying on now. He held his beautiful blond-haired, silver-eyed baby to his chest, crying for everything that was wrong in the world.
---------
Ten years ago, I stood beside the wood that held you.
I must sit down my legs are shaking
We let you go, with gifts of plectrums for your journey and melodies to help you on your way,
I'll bleed if you want me to
I'll serenade before I do.
I'll bleed if you want me too!
---------
Draco remembered standing at the back of the funerary service, holding his baby to him. Draco stood at the back of the service hiding; he didn’t want the Muggles to see him or Nolan – they didn’t deserve to see his child. The service was not in a church, but outside, in a cemetery. Draco’s legs shook uncontrollably, but he remained strong, not wanting to collapse because he held his son tight. He moved forward and quietly slipped into one of the chairs; music was playing, sweet music that made Draco all the more sad. He leaned down into his son, and held their faces close together; Nolan was suspiciously quiet throughout the entire service.
Once everyone was gone, Draco, who had skulked behind, moved forward toward the hole in the ground where Hermione's uncovered coffin was laying. He sat Nolan on the warm ground and joined his beautiful son. He pulled Nolan into his lap and then reached into his breast pocket; In his hand was a set of guitar picks, black chips of plastic that meant nothing more than a reminder of his stupidity. He gently threw them onto her coffin; the clatter against her casket making him feel nauseous. He said his ‘good-bye’ singing the words that Hermione used to put Nolan to sleep.
After a few moments, Draco stood up and walked away from the coffin, carrying his, no, their, son with him.
---------
On and on although you're gone, candles burn without a flame on.
Our final call to you, I know you're listening.
How could you leave us that way?
Where did you go?
Ten years today.
I'll bleed if you want me to.
I'll bleed if you me to!!
I'll bleed if you want me to.
---------
Draco began having reoccurring dreams. Hermione was laying in a bathtub full of water that reflected a burgundy hue. Red water. Her arms were dangling over either side of the bathtub, gushing blood everywhere; her face was tear streaked and her eyes always open, looking straight through him. He would wake with a start, covered in sweat, and would wonder to himself if she was trying to make a point.
Did she want Draco to do the same?
Surely not, he had their son to look after now.
The look on her face was always apparent in his mind.
----------
On and on although you're gone, candles burn without a flame on.
Our final call to you, I know you're listening.
How could you leave us that way?
Where did you go?
Ten years today
Where did you go?
Ten years today.
Where did you go?
How could you leave us that way?!
Where did you go?
Ten years today!
---------
"Dad?" Draco started and pulled his arm down from his face. He looked up and saw his beautiful son standing there. "Are you okay?" Nolan asked.
"Yes," Draco said in a rough voice, quickly wiping his eyes.
"We need to get to Diagon Alley," Nolan said.
Draco looked at his son blankly, not understanding his son’s statement.
"School shopping," Nolan elaborated. "I start school in four days; you said we could go today."
"Right," Draco replied, jumping off the couch and hurried out the door with Nolan in tow.
"And dad?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you think it would be okay if we went to see mum?"
Draco spun around and looked at Nolan blankly again.
"At the cemetery?"
Draco's lip trembled. "Yes, I think that's a great idea."
The song is "Ten Years Today" by 'Bullet for my Valentine' The song lyrics are in Italics, and past conversations are in the *asteriks*..
Oh yeah, and it's unrelated to any of my other stories, but I use the same names...you'll see:P
Thanks to WeasleyWench for being a great big sweetheart and beta'ing this!!!!!!!!! :D:D:D
Enjoy!
Shannon xoxox
Ten Years Today
Draco Malfoy was laying on the plush leather couch in his study. He had his right arm thrown over his face, covering his eyes. His left arm was down by his side; his elbow bent and his hand clutching at his shirt. His hair was tousled and his clothes were disheveled; He was drowning in his memories.
---------
Ten years ago, I got a call that nearly killed me,
Repeat yourself my hands are shaking.
When I was told, my friend was gone I felt so guilty.
A thousand questions were left unanswered.
I'll bleed if you want me to.
I'll serenade before I do.
I'll bleed if you want me to!
---------
Draco was standing in front of his fireplace; the green flames had just diminished after his visitor left. His whole body was shaking uncontrollably and tears were steadily flowing down his face. The guilt of what happened immediately began eating at him. He remembered the day they left her clearly; the day that Draco took his son and said ‘good-bye’.
***
"I'm taking him away, Hermione!"
"No, Draco! Please," she said pleaded as Draco pulled Nolan out of her reach. Hermione dropped the soft walnut coloured acoustic Fender in her hands. Only moments before she was playing the Muggle instrument but it quickly clattered to the floor with a twang of it’s silvery strings.
"I have to."
"Please, don't do this! Let's raise him together!"
"That can't happen, and you know it."
"Please, don't leave me alone. He's mine too!"
"I realize that, Hermione! You need to give it up. You will both be murdered if we stay!"
"Please... "
"I'm taking him, and that's final!!!"
***
Now, four days later, Draco just had a Floo call from Dumbledore. Hermione had killed herself earlier this morning; She cut her wrists in the bathtub, crimson regrets washing away the sins of her soul.
Dead at twenty.
-----------
On and on although you're gone, candles burn without a flame on.
Our final call to you, I know you're listening.
How could you leave us that way?
Where did you go?
Ten years today.
---------
That was ten years ago and it still eats at Draco everyday. He remembered after Dumbledore left that his son, Nolan, began crying hysterically. He was too young to know what was going on, just under a year old. Draco picked him up, holding him tightly and crying with him. Draco and Hermione kept Nolan a secret for a long time, but the Death Eaters were getting suspicious, and delving into Draco's mind when he least suspected it. He finally had to take Nolan away, to save both his son and Hermione’s lives.
Draco sat on the same couch ten years before, that he is laying on now. He held his beautiful blond-haired, silver-eyed baby to his chest, crying for everything that was wrong in the world.
---------
Ten years ago, I stood beside the wood that held you.
I must sit down my legs are shaking
We let you go, with gifts of plectrums for your journey and melodies to help you on your way,
I'll bleed if you want me to
I'll serenade before I do.
I'll bleed if you want me too!
---------
Draco remembered standing at the back of the funerary service, holding his baby to him. Draco stood at the back of the service hiding; he didn’t want the Muggles to see him or Nolan – they didn’t deserve to see his child. The service was not in a church, but outside, in a cemetery. Draco’s legs shook uncontrollably, but he remained strong, not wanting to collapse because he held his son tight. He moved forward and quietly slipped into one of the chairs; music was playing, sweet music that made Draco all the more sad. He leaned down into his son, and held their faces close together; Nolan was suspiciously quiet throughout the entire service.
Once everyone was gone, Draco, who had skulked behind, moved forward toward the hole in the ground where Hermione's uncovered coffin was laying. He sat Nolan on the warm ground and joined his beautiful son. He pulled Nolan into his lap and then reached into his breast pocket; In his hand was a set of guitar picks, black chips of plastic that meant nothing more than a reminder of his stupidity. He gently threw them onto her coffin; the clatter against her casket making him feel nauseous. He said his ‘good-bye’ singing the words that Hermione used to put Nolan to sleep.
After a few moments, Draco stood up and walked away from the coffin, carrying his, no, their, son with him.
---------
On and on although you're gone, candles burn without a flame on.
Our final call to you, I know you're listening.
How could you leave us that way?
Where did you go?
Ten years today.
I'll bleed if you want me to.
I'll bleed if you me to!!
I'll bleed if you want me to.
---------
Draco began having reoccurring dreams. Hermione was laying in a bathtub full of water that reflected a burgundy hue. Red water. Her arms were dangling over either side of the bathtub, gushing blood everywhere; her face was tear streaked and her eyes always open, looking straight through him. He would wake with a start, covered in sweat, and would wonder to himself if she was trying to make a point.
Did she want Draco to do the same?
Surely not, he had their son to look after now.
The look on her face was always apparent in his mind.
----------
On and on although you're gone, candles burn without a flame on.
Our final call to you, I know you're listening.
How could you leave us that way?
Where did you go?
Ten years today
Where did you go?
Ten years today.
Where did you go?
How could you leave us that way?!
Where did you go?
Ten years today!
---------
"Dad?" Draco started and pulled his arm down from his face. He looked up and saw his beautiful son standing there. "Are you okay?" Nolan asked.
"Yes," Draco said in a rough voice, quickly wiping his eyes.
"We need to get to Diagon Alley," Nolan said.
Draco looked at his son blankly, not understanding his son’s statement.
"School shopping," Nolan elaborated. "I start school in four days; you said we could go today."
"Right," Draco replied, jumping off the couch and hurried out the door with Nolan in tow.
"And dad?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you think it would be okay if we went to see mum?"
Draco spun around and looked at Nolan blankly again.
"At the cemetery?"
Draco's lip trembled. "Yes, I think that's a great idea."