AN: More angsty romance. Not mine, but you know that now.
In the day we fight, a vicious battle that neither of us chose but neither of us can end. We fight on opposite sides – she for the so-called Light, to rid the world of the evil that is Voldemort, and I on the side of the Death Eaters. We do all we can to avoid each other during the heat of the battle, have done since all this started.
In the night, we meet in secret, just like we used to back in school, only now we have to be even more careful. One mistake and we're both dead, not just in detention. It's more serious now – these meetings are the only sign that I'm her contact on the inside, her spy. Not even Potter knows where she gets her information – apparently he thinks she's got a Death Eater or two locked up in the Hogwarts dungeon or something like that.
In return for the information I'm giving her, she's going to make sure my name is cleared after the war is over, whether or not I'm alive. That's important to me, even more so than living, if I had to make a choice. I don't know how she plans to do it, but if anyone can, Hermione Granger is that person. We make an unlikely pair, Lucius Malfoy's son and Harry Potter's right-hand woman – his strategic planner. We should hate each other, but we grew out of that back at Hogwarts. I'm going to ask that girl to marry me if we both survive this.
She's late. That's not like her at all. She normally arrives exactly on time, regardless of what time we agree to meet. Tonight it was meant to be 11.15, and she's already ten minutes late. Something must have happened.
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There's a crack of someone apparating, and I turn to look, to complain that she's late. But the woman standing there isn't Hermione Granger. She's taller, for a start, and wearing the robes of a Healer. As she pushes back the hood, I see that it's Ginevra Weasley, and she isn't surprised to see me here.
"Hermione told me." She fishes in her pockets for a moment, and comes up with a piece of parchment.
"She told you what?"
"About you two, that I'd find you here, and to give you this." She hands over the parchment and I unfold it carefully. It's an official document that declares me innocent of any war crimes, and explains my role as a spy for the Light.
"She's dead, Malfoy. Got hit with a stray curse. She barely had time to tell me all of this before she died." She paused. "Her last words were 'tell him I love him'".
I didn't say anything for quite some time – I don't know how long. Ginevra turned to leave, and I thanked her for telling me, and also for not killing me on sight.
"Hermione trusted you, loved you. That means you can't be all that bad. Besides, she'd never forgive me if I killed you." She almost laughed, but probably realised it wouldn't be appropriate.
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Two months have passed, and the war has ended. The Light won, or I wouldn't be here now, placing flowers on a grave. I'll never forget Hermione Granger or Draco Malfoy, who are buried here together. After I left Draco on that fateful day, he cast Avada Kedavra on himself. I never suspected him to be capable of actual feelings before, but he was only human, like the rest of us. In my eyes, he's redeemed himself for everything he ever did before, and he should be honoured as one of our war heroes. I'll make sure he is. I'll make sure they both are.
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