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Painted Wings
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
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Adult
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6
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Painted Wings
A/N: Okay! So this one is very different from what I’ve been writing. But check it out and let me know what you think. I write angst more than anything in my short stories and I wanted to give Hermione and Draco a go.
Don’t hate please. D:
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“Draco….Draco…she’s not coming back.” His deep voice whispered while slowly approaching the slump of one Draco Malfoy located on the floor. “She’s not coming back, mate…” Tears were in his eyes and complete destitution was heard in his voice as he reached a shaky hand out towards his motionless friend.
It was a sight to behold. Arrogant, pureblood Draco Malfoy was slumped on his knees with the traces of tears streaked on his face while his eyes held absolutely no acknowledgement of his surroundings around him. His head was tilted down as his hand clutched at a delicate silver chain as if it were his last lifeline. He saw nothing, he noticed nothing, and he felt absolutely nothing.
“Gone…she’s gone. There’s nothing we can do…She’s not coming back…” Fighting the urge to drop to his knees in exhaustion, Blaise carefully placed a heavy hand on the still unmoving boy’s shoulder.
‘Gone…?’
“She’s gone…She’s not ever coming back…” His voice hitched in his throat. “She won’t come back…no matter how long we wait...”
‘She’s not gone. She can’t be gone. She wouldn’t leave…’ Still no movement.
“Oh my god…She’s gone, Draco…” Tears rolled freely down his handsome Italian face as his grip to the other’s shoulder tightened while he finally gave into temptation as his knees hit the pavement. His shoulders started shaking as soft sobs escaped his lips.
They were both just a few feet away from the scene of the downfall of Hermione Jane Granger. There was no blood, there was no magical incantation of an Avada, but she had fought hard. She was up there with the best of them. And she had been cursed, hexed, and spelled into oblivion.
That had been over three hours ago. Three hours ago, Draco felt his heart stop and it had yet to start back up. He had been running as a double agent the entire duration of the war. He had been impossibly close to the Golden Trio, but especially to Hermione.
It was always Hermione. She was the reason he switched sides. She was the reason he kept going. She was the reason he fought so damn hard…
And now she was….gone.
It the final battle with Voldemort. He was under strict orders not to reveal himself as a spy until the very last possible minute. Over the years, he had gained the Dark Lord’s trust. And in doing so, he gained the right to fight alone side the Dark Lord himself in the final battle. Potter was sure they needed the advantage. And so he played the game, but only because Hermione had asked him to. The Trio had finally rushed into the room where Voldemort himself was located. It was he, Bellatrix, Greyback, and Snape. It was complete chaos, he was pretending to duel Weasley and the next thing he knew, her faint shout pierced his eardrums as he whipped around only to witness several more Death Eaters hexing her from behind.
It was an explosion of lights and sound and it was over before he knew it. He abandoned his post and raced across the room just has her body thudded against the ground.
His sudden departure and the immediate arrival of help from the Light side temporarily caused Voldemort to lose focus allowing for Potter to deliver the final blow.
But it didn’t matter. Not without Hermione.
He had finally reached her while flinging out curses at everyone who dared to get in his way. The battle was subsiding as their leader fell, but none of that mattered. All that mattered was the frozen open eyes of the only woman he had ever leaned to care about.
He finally reached her as Bellatrix attempted to murder him for his betrayal, but Potter had his back…unlike earlier. It was ironic he chose to save the life of the bloke he had sworn to kill…yet did nothing as his best mate was attacked from all sides. He cradled her head and he rocked back and forth…back and forth. He was muttering her name, kissing her forehead…checking her pulse.
It wasn’t there.
He choked on his own tears as he reached up to twine the silver chain that hung around her neck, into his hands. Gently, he stroked at the delicate little pendant as he bent to kiss her cold, lifeless lips.
He wanted to die. If he couldn’t have her, then he didn’t want to be alive either. He didn’t know how long he sat there. All he knew was that Potter and Weasley had eventually collapsed around him and was crying for the most compassionate girl they all had ever know.
And then…when the need to move and gather the living and the dead rose…She was torn from his grip and he took her necklace along with him. It was the same necklace he presented to her the night he realized he loved her. It was the same necklace she wore during every battle, swearing that it was her ‘lucky charm.’ It was the same necklace that kept them connected even while he worked for the Dark Lord. It was the necklace that marked her as his…
And it was perhaps the only part of Hermione Granger he’ll ever have left to cherish.
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“She’s not gone…” His voice was shaky, and barely above a whisper, but it echoed in the silence of the room as Blaise turned in concern towards Draco.
“…You saw her, Draco...There’s no denying—“
“She’s not gone.” This time more firmly as he clasped the chain around his throat and stood on wobbly legs. He fingered the pendant, his cold gray eyes still held no emotion, as he started towards the exit.
“Draco…” The Italian’s voice was pleading. He knew what Draco was going through. And he knew Draco enough to know to what drastic extremes he would go through to make it hurt less. “Don’t…”
“She’s not gone, Blaise. She can’t be gone.” His fingers were still on the pendant when he finally apparated away from the scene of her death.
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A/N: I originally planned for this to be a one-shot. I had the ending written up and everything until I decided to switch it up a bit and allow for continuation if it were requested and liked by enough people. ^^
I wrote this chapter while listening to one song on continuous replay. The song emphasizes what I’d like to happen in the future (should I choose to continue this one), but this chapter says enough for me to happily stop here if it’s not well received. ^^
Anyway. Don’t hate me. And reviews are definitely appreciated.
Don’t hate please. D:
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“Draco….Draco…she’s not coming back.” His deep voice whispered while slowly approaching the slump of one Draco Malfoy located on the floor. “She’s not coming back, mate…” Tears were in his eyes and complete destitution was heard in his voice as he reached a shaky hand out towards his motionless friend.
It was a sight to behold. Arrogant, pureblood Draco Malfoy was slumped on his knees with the traces of tears streaked on his face while his eyes held absolutely no acknowledgement of his surroundings around him. His head was tilted down as his hand clutched at a delicate silver chain as if it were his last lifeline. He saw nothing, he noticed nothing, and he felt absolutely nothing.
“Gone…she’s gone. There’s nothing we can do…She’s not coming back…” Fighting the urge to drop to his knees in exhaustion, Blaise carefully placed a heavy hand on the still unmoving boy’s shoulder.
‘Gone…?’
“She’s gone…She’s not ever coming back…” His voice hitched in his throat. “She won’t come back…no matter how long we wait...”
‘She’s not gone. She can’t be gone. She wouldn’t leave…’ Still no movement.
“Oh my god…She’s gone, Draco…” Tears rolled freely down his handsome Italian face as his grip to the other’s shoulder tightened while he finally gave into temptation as his knees hit the pavement. His shoulders started shaking as soft sobs escaped his lips.
They were both just a few feet away from the scene of the downfall of Hermione Jane Granger. There was no blood, there was no magical incantation of an Avada, but she had fought hard. She was up there with the best of them. And she had been cursed, hexed, and spelled into oblivion.
That had been over three hours ago. Three hours ago, Draco felt his heart stop and it had yet to start back up. He had been running as a double agent the entire duration of the war. He had been impossibly close to the Golden Trio, but especially to Hermione.
It was always Hermione. She was the reason he switched sides. She was the reason he kept going. She was the reason he fought so damn hard…
And now she was….gone.
It the final battle with Voldemort. He was under strict orders not to reveal himself as a spy until the very last possible minute. Over the years, he had gained the Dark Lord’s trust. And in doing so, he gained the right to fight alone side the Dark Lord himself in the final battle. Potter was sure they needed the advantage. And so he played the game, but only because Hermione had asked him to. The Trio had finally rushed into the room where Voldemort himself was located. It was he, Bellatrix, Greyback, and Snape. It was complete chaos, he was pretending to duel Weasley and the next thing he knew, her faint shout pierced his eardrums as he whipped around only to witness several more Death Eaters hexing her from behind.
It was an explosion of lights and sound and it was over before he knew it. He abandoned his post and raced across the room just has her body thudded against the ground.
His sudden departure and the immediate arrival of help from the Light side temporarily caused Voldemort to lose focus allowing for Potter to deliver the final blow.
But it didn’t matter. Not without Hermione.
He had finally reached her while flinging out curses at everyone who dared to get in his way. The battle was subsiding as their leader fell, but none of that mattered. All that mattered was the frozen open eyes of the only woman he had ever leaned to care about.
He finally reached her as Bellatrix attempted to murder him for his betrayal, but Potter had his back…unlike earlier. It was ironic he chose to save the life of the bloke he had sworn to kill…yet did nothing as his best mate was attacked from all sides. He cradled her head and he rocked back and forth…back and forth. He was muttering her name, kissing her forehead…checking her pulse.
It wasn’t there.
He choked on his own tears as he reached up to twine the silver chain that hung around her neck, into his hands. Gently, he stroked at the delicate little pendant as he bent to kiss her cold, lifeless lips.
He wanted to die. If he couldn’t have her, then he didn’t want to be alive either. He didn’t know how long he sat there. All he knew was that Potter and Weasley had eventually collapsed around him and was crying for the most compassionate girl they all had ever know.
And then…when the need to move and gather the living and the dead rose…She was torn from his grip and he took her necklace along with him. It was the same necklace he presented to her the night he realized he loved her. It was the same necklace she wore during every battle, swearing that it was her ‘lucky charm.’ It was the same necklace that kept them connected even while he worked for the Dark Lord. It was the necklace that marked her as his…
And it was perhaps the only part of Hermione Granger he’ll ever have left to cherish.
--
“She’s not gone…” His voice was shaky, and barely above a whisper, but it echoed in the silence of the room as Blaise turned in concern towards Draco.
“…You saw her, Draco...There’s no denying—“
“She’s not gone.” This time more firmly as he clasped the chain around his throat and stood on wobbly legs. He fingered the pendant, his cold gray eyes still held no emotion, as he started towards the exit.
“Draco…” The Italian’s voice was pleading. He knew what Draco was going through. And he knew Draco enough to know to what drastic extremes he would go through to make it hurt less. “Don’t…”
“She’s not gone, Blaise. She can’t be gone.” His fingers were still on the pendant when he finally apparated away from the scene of her death.
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A/N: I originally planned for this to be a one-shot. I had the ending written up and everything until I decided to switch it up a bit and allow for continuation if it were requested and liked by enough people. ^^
I wrote this chapter while listening to one song on continuous replay. The song emphasizes what I’d like to happen in the future (should I choose to continue this one), but this chapter says enough for me to happily stop here if it’s not well received. ^^
Anyway. Don’t hate me. And reviews are definitely appreciated.