Fell From the Stars
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,641
Reviews:
3
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.
Fell From the Stars
Fell From The Stars.
War time, a bloody and never ending torment of life, faces in a crowd, seen one moment and gone the next, never to be seen again. A hand, face or leg barely visible under a broken boulder of greatness, a shining lock of platinum hair barely visible under the dirt, a wide eyed bookworm appearing to be seeking out victims of a now vanquished tyrant, a cold cruel creature gone forever from the world, never to slither on these mortal coils again.
With one victim only in mind.
She hears a soft groan as she crouches down using her wand to levitate to lift the rock, a sharp intake of breath causes him to open his eyes. He whimpers as her hand comes towards his face, she strokes it tenderly and without malice.
For a moment they forget who they are, they could be anyone at this moment, a simple boy and girl. Blood purity never enters their frame of mind, and for that one second his eyes seem innocent….she can only forgive those innocent eyes.
She levitates his broken body still clutching his hand as they go, ever squeezing him to reassure him that she is there, his Mudblood.
She watches as he is healed, watches as he re grows bones and his cuts are held. She watches as his sleeve is drawn back and his pale unblemished forearm is exposed, he is not a Death Eater; he never could be while she was around, and he could not bear to see the disappointment on her face.
What started out as covert looks and cutting remarks now is a strong and unbreakable friendship, no longer a filthy little Mudblood, but his loyal bookworm friend, who promised should the day ever come that she would never leave his side.
She sits alongside him as his parents’ storm the room, their faces a picture of outrage at Potters Mudblood holding their Pureblood sons hand, they watch as he takes her hand, brings it to his mouth, and kisses it tenderly. There will never be no going back for them, this is it. He wants her in his life, his stubborn heart demanding all of her or nothing at all; she gives to him as much as she can without ever giving too much away.
She loves him, and has since the very first time he dared to smile at her, since the very first time her name left his lips. Since that very first time he held her as she cried, he heard her sobs as her parents became the very first victims of the second war, killed by Voldemort himself, just because she was Potters Mudblood.
He watched as she became cold, hard and ruthless in her quest for revenge. Nevertheless, he never left her side, he would never leave her side, she alone is his and he always keeps what belongs to him.
His mother and father try to reason with him, talking of Muggles and blood; do they not understand their connection? Do they not know the meaning of soul mates? Do they not realise that this dirty blooded goddess has just saved their Pureblood prince? He tells them the truth, his fears and hopes, his every wish.
She is all he has ever wished for, because the love was there from the start and will be there forever.
She fell from the stars into his arms, all because she forgave those innocent eyes.
In her moment of weakness, they bonded, in his moment; she was right by his side.
War time, a bloody and never ending torment of life, faces in a crowd, seen one moment and gone the next, never to be seen again. A hand, face or leg barely visible under a broken boulder of greatness, a shining lock of platinum hair barely visible under the dirt, a wide eyed book worm seeking out victims of a now vanquished tyrant, who proved that the greatest thing on this earth is love.
It can overcome any trouble, strife and hardness to form something that is truly unbreakable, the bond between a Malfoy and his Mudblood.
~*~
This was just a short story that I had kicking around my laptop LOL.
Hope you enjoyed it.
Dedicated to LadyBlueEyes whose enthusiasm never falters and also Snape_Goddess because she gives me the craziest ideas and so much support!
War time, a bloody and never ending torment of life, faces in a crowd, seen one moment and gone the next, never to be seen again. A hand, face or leg barely visible under a broken boulder of greatness, a shining lock of platinum hair barely visible under the dirt, a wide eyed bookworm appearing to be seeking out victims of a now vanquished tyrant, a cold cruel creature gone forever from the world, never to slither on these mortal coils again.
With one victim only in mind.
She hears a soft groan as she crouches down using her wand to levitate to lift the rock, a sharp intake of breath causes him to open his eyes. He whimpers as her hand comes towards his face, she strokes it tenderly and without malice.
For a moment they forget who they are, they could be anyone at this moment, a simple boy and girl. Blood purity never enters their frame of mind, and for that one second his eyes seem innocent….she can only forgive those innocent eyes.
She levitates his broken body still clutching his hand as they go, ever squeezing him to reassure him that she is there, his Mudblood.
She watches as he is healed, watches as he re grows bones and his cuts are held. She watches as his sleeve is drawn back and his pale unblemished forearm is exposed, he is not a Death Eater; he never could be while she was around, and he could not bear to see the disappointment on her face.
What started out as covert looks and cutting remarks now is a strong and unbreakable friendship, no longer a filthy little Mudblood, but his loyal bookworm friend, who promised should the day ever come that she would never leave his side.
She sits alongside him as his parents’ storm the room, their faces a picture of outrage at Potters Mudblood holding their Pureblood sons hand, they watch as he takes her hand, brings it to his mouth, and kisses it tenderly. There will never be no going back for them, this is it. He wants her in his life, his stubborn heart demanding all of her or nothing at all; she gives to him as much as she can without ever giving too much away.
She loves him, and has since the very first time he dared to smile at her, since the very first time her name left his lips. Since that very first time he held her as she cried, he heard her sobs as her parents became the very first victims of the second war, killed by Voldemort himself, just because she was Potters Mudblood.
He watched as she became cold, hard and ruthless in her quest for revenge. Nevertheless, he never left her side, he would never leave her side, she alone is his and he always keeps what belongs to him.
His mother and father try to reason with him, talking of Muggles and blood; do they not understand their connection? Do they not know the meaning of soul mates? Do they not realise that this dirty blooded goddess has just saved their Pureblood prince? He tells them the truth, his fears and hopes, his every wish.
She is all he has ever wished for, because the love was there from the start and will be there forever.
She fell from the stars into his arms, all because she forgave those innocent eyes.
In her moment of weakness, they bonded, in his moment; she was right by his side.
War time, a bloody and never ending torment of life, faces in a crowd, seen one moment and gone the next, never to be seen again. A hand, face or leg barely visible under a broken boulder of greatness, a shining lock of platinum hair barely visible under the dirt, a wide eyed book worm seeking out victims of a now vanquished tyrant, who proved that the greatest thing on this earth is love.
It can overcome any trouble, strife and hardness to form something that is truly unbreakable, the bond between a Malfoy and his Mudblood.
~*~
This was just a short story that I had kicking around my laptop LOL.
Hope you enjoyed it.
Dedicated to LadyBlueEyes whose enthusiasm never falters and also Snape_Goddess because she gives me the craziest ideas and so much support!