Just some unrelated drabbles of Draco and Hermione.
Disclaimer: JKR owns everything Harry Potter related *sigh*
The wrist, the thumb, the finger; The Hand
He grabbed my hand and sprinted. My lungs burned and my vision blurred. Bright burst of colour lit the darkness behind us as we ducked and weaved through the God forsaken forest. The branches splayed overhead, engulfing us in a perpetual night.
The intricate network of twigs and leaves left gashes on our arms. Crimson trails of blood following in our wake. Then a shot of green light brightened the forest and the never ending darkness receded for a heartbeat.
I almost saw your life flash before your sunken eyes and I wondered would you remember this moment. The feel of my sweaty hand enclosed in your, your nails tearing my skin and the leaves that were curling in on themselves seeking warmth tickling our thighs.
Your eyes met mine. Vacant, terrified, beautiful and unseeing. A dull thud echoed repeatedly, both in the forest and my head, as you fell and my hand was bared for all the world to see. I leaped into the eternal darkness away from the gleeful shouts and your warm fingers intertwined with mine.
I hope we meet again Draco.
Because these hands miss yours.