Hello, everyone. Well, I really wanted to write a Harry Potter fic, and what better fic to write than a Dramione one. Anyways, this is essentially just a collection of random drabbles that shape up a relationship that wasn't meant to be, and may not be built to last.
So, I don't really know what else to say. I really hope that I'll be on top of things when it comes to updating, and hopefully the general public will enjoy it. So, fingers crossed, and I hope you enjoy!
Summary: The Daily Prophet sends a warning regarding the increasing death toll, but it seems only Hermione knows the real cause of such a disaster.
Drabble #1:
Death Toll Rises
She doesn't want to read on. She already knows. It is precisely the reason she called him there that very afternoon; all the same, she struggles to admit to herself that it is true.
When he enters, he is wearing a casual smirk — charming, yet it doesn't hide the darkness raging within him. "You wanted to talk," he utters as he sits across from her.
Rather than reply, she simply slides the Prophet toward him, her eyes not daring to meet his. The headline that immediately catches his eye is enough of a reply for him to know.
Damn it, how did she find out? He curses under his breath, but she doesn't notice. "Hermione, please — "
"Draco," she begins after a staggered sigh, "did you do it?"
He clenches his jaw, attempting to work around the truth. He never wanted to hurt her. "Yes."
The tears began rolling even before he answered, and she is doing her best to look anywhere but at him. After a moment, he opens his mouth to speak. "Please, don't. I'm so sorry. I — "
She shakes her head. The sobs are pouring out; she can barely swallow. Finally, she scoots out of her chair and leaves, without a single goodbye, or even a final glance.
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