Okay people…. I'm not sure where this came from…. Btw it's a short one shot, nothing more!

Disclaimer: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! It can not be! I was so sure! Is it possible? I * gasp * DON'T own Harry Potter!


~Dead Lips~

"NO! HERMIONE! No! please! Oh god please! Mione wake up! Move! Say something! Anything! Just, oh god, please…." He was on his hands and knees now, shaking her, sobbing.

"Dray…" a feeble voice called out.

"Wha- Hermione! I'm here, I'm here."

"I love you."

"I will always love you!" he yelled. "Always!" He bent over, and kissed her.

He felt her lips go cold. "NO! HERMIONE!"

He cried. He cried and cried and cried. He hated this war, he hated it! All the dead people on this battlefield, dead. Because of the war. Because of Voldemort.

"There's another one of 'em!" called a voice from behind. "Filthy Death-Eater! He probably killed that girl- is that Hermione Granger?"

"It is!" another voice said. "Let's get him!"

They ran up and grabbed his arms.

"NO! NO HERMIONE! I'll never love someone as much as I love you! NEVER!"


He was sentenced to life in Azkaban. Never to see light again. He would spend sleepless nights calling out her name.

"HERMIONE! Hermione….."

He was tortured by Dementors, forced to relive her death over and over. The only way to get passed it all, was to remember what had happened before. Before the war, before the Dark Mark.


It was 5th year, he had been sitting in the Room of Requirement when Hermione Granger walked in, crying. As soon as she saw him she had tried to cover it up, but it didn't work.

She crossed her arms, and, blinking her eyes, "M-Malfoy." He looked at her and she burst in to tears. He stood up, walked across the room and held her. She was surprised, but she didn't recoil.

Since then, they met every Wednesday, and talked about almost everything. His dad, Ron, Harry, anything really. And then, on the last Wednesday of the year, he kissed her, and she had kissed him back. They stood there, intertwined, for hours until they finally broke apart.

They wrote each other, every day. But then, at the end of the summer, he got his Dark Mark. So he stopped writing. And she wondered why.


He wanted to stop remembering, but he couldn't. Not with the Dementors urging him on.


His life was Hell. When he caught her eye in the hallway she would look away and cry. His Dark Mark hurt. Everything was wrong.

And then, at Slughorn's party, when Filch dragged him in there, she gave him this look of disgust that made him cry.

When he almost killed Dumbledore, it was for a reason. He didn't care if Voldemort killed him, but Voldemort would kill her! And he couldn't let that happen.

And then she was at HIS house. And she was being TORTURED! And all he could do was say "Maybe"

Now all he could remember was those cold, cold, lips against mine. Dead lips.


Years later there was a Dementor that ran amuck. The headline read:

"Crazy Dementor extinguishes Malfoy line!"


I know it's short and cruel, but please please PLEASE!

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