Title: The Last Hours of Sunlight
Author: Mjade
Summary: Just a simple conversation that could change the future of Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger forever.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and the Dark Mark Incident part belongs to J.K. Rowling. Dialogue written by me.
Rating: G/Romance (well kinda)
Authors Note: Just came from a thought I had and put it down into words. I hope you enjoy this and read my other D/Hr fic.
Hermione didn't feel like leaving quite yet. Her graduation at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was finished, her friends and all her classmates had left, but she felt some loss leaving the school which she had grown to love so much. She was going to become an Auror . . .yes, something she had wanted to do since her fourth year. Her grip tightened on her diploma as she headed to the portrait that led to the common room of the Head boy and girl.
"Secret Incantation," She whispered the password that she and Draco had decided on, and the portrait gave her access. What she didn't suspect was that she wasn't the only one in the common room.
***
Draco sat on the couch in the Head boy and girl's common room, and deliberately forgot about the train that had just left for London. The graduation was nothing out of the ordinary as the other graduations he had seen. Hermione and him had given their speeches and the ceremony began . . .it had all just seemed as a blur to him. He just wanted to stay behind to rethink his future. A week from now his first meeting with Voldemort will end with the Dark Mark burned into his arm. Declaring him as one of the servants of Voldemort and a Death Eater. It was what he wanted . . .at least that's what he thought.
'Of course I want this' Draco thought. 'I want to be a Death Eater. I've always have.'
* Then what are you still doing at Hogwarts? * A voice in his head asked.
Really, what was he doing here in Hogwarts if he already knew what he wanted? Unless, he didn't want it at all.
"Stop it," Draco told himself. He wanted this and he wanted to rid the world of Muggles and filthy Mudbloods.
* Do you really? Are you sure *
No, he wasn't sure, though he kept denying it. Just then, a Mudblood stepped into the common room.
***
Hermione stared at the whitish-blonde haired boy-no, she meant man. She was slightly shocked to find him still there, since she expected she was the last student in Hogwarts. Draco looked up at her and waited for someone to break the silence. "What are you still doing here?" Hermione asked.
"If you recall, this is * our * common room," Malfoy replied.
"You know what I meant."
He didn't answer.
"Rethinking your future?" She suggested.
"What makes you think that?"
"Oh, nothing in particular. I wouldn't believe you actually came up here just because you missed the place," Hermione said.
"I assume you do? Miss the place, I mean," Draco drawled.
"You assumed right for once, Draco," Hermione said in reply.
"I also assume you're calling me by my first name since we're not going to see each other ever again."
"Oh, I think I'm going to see you again. Unless you change your mind about becoming a Death Eater."
Draco snorted. "Don't tell me you're going to be an Auror. And don't believe just because your becoming one means I'm going to change my mind."
"So you really are going to be a Death Eater."
"That's right. Always wanted to be. Next week I'll be officially one-"
"And serve Voldemort by hurting thousands of innocent Muggles and Muggle- born witches and wizards," Hermione finished for him, glancing out the window then turned back to look at him.
"That's right," He said again, but his answer felt empty as if he didn't mean it. "I have to kill one Mudblood or Muggle before I go to the meeting next week."
"Then why don't you kill me?" Hermione said and her answer took Draco completely off guard.
"You don't believe I'm serious about this? I could just kill you right now, you know," Draco growled.
"I know. But how can you be serious when it will just give you and your friends a laugh?" She said angrily.
"What do you mean?"
"Have you already forgotten about our fourth year? Quidditch World cup, the Dark Mark incident?"
A memory clicked in Draco's mind.
~ Dark Mark incident~ * "Language Weasley," said Malfoy, his pale eyes glittering. "Hadn't you better be hurrying along, now? You wouldn't like her spotted would you?"
He nodded at Hermione, and at the same moment, a blast like a bomb sounded from the campsite, and a flash of green light momentarily lit the trees around them.
"What's that supposed to mean?" said Hermione defiantly.
"Granger, they're after Muggles," said Malfoy. "D' you want to be showing off your knickers in midair? Because if you do, hang around . . .they're moving this way, and it would give us all a laugh." *
Draco suddenly felt bad. He hadn't known that she had taken it seriously back then. It was a wonder she never mentioned it when they were doing Head boy and girl work together.
"You didn't have to take it so personally," Draco said.
"Well, I did," She said, but she wasn't angry, just sad.
"I'm sorry, okay?" Draco said but she didn't answer. There was an awkward silence between them until Hermione broke it.
"Draco," Hermione started, "please don't become a Death Eater."
"What?" Draco was startled.
"Please, I know you were going to be one ever since I met you father but . . . I hate to be going against you," Hermione said, tears escaping from her eyes.
"I assumed you wouldn't care fighting against me," Draco said. Confused that she was crying.
"You assumed wrong," She said plainly.
"Nothing can change that, Hermione. I want-"
"No you don't," Hermione cut him off, letting her tears flow. "I'm not stupid, you should know that after all these years. I may not know much about you, but from what I learned about you this year I know you don't want to become one. You're just failing to see it."
Draco stopped then said slowly. "You're wrong."
Hermione looked up at him.
"I do see it. I just wish I could deny it. Sorry, but I can't change my destiny!" He yelled angrily. "Don't say I can, because I'll have to run away from everything I know. Everything I used to believe in. I can't just leave them. I wish I didn't have to become a Death Eater, but that's my future. I wish my family was good and loving, but it isn't. I wish I was friends with you, but I'm not. Look, Hermione, I don't like to fight against you either, but what can we really do? If you have something that can change my path, please tell me! Oh God, just tell me!"
She shook her head.
"See, you have nothing," Draco said and there was another awkward silence then Hermione spoke.
"I guess this is it, then," Hermione said, wiping her tears.
"That's right," Draco said.
"I'm going to leave now." Hermione stood up and gathered her things.
"Suit yourself," Draco said as if he were talking to himself. "I'm sorry, again," He finally said to her.
"I know," Hermione said. Draco was shocked with the next thing she did. She leaned down and kissed him lightly on the lips. It was so tender and loving that he wished it wouldn't end but it did. Still stunned, Draco couldn't say anything.
"Bye, Malfoy," Hermione said and left the common room, and went out the portrait door.
Draco brought one hand to his lips. Hermione, that name rang in his head. He wanted to hold her, he wanted to be with her, he wanted to-no he couldn't. He was going to become a Death Eater. Kill thousands of innocent lives. It was what he wanted. No, it was what his father wanted. Oh, but they couldn't tell him what to do with his life. No, they couldn't, and they wouldn't. Whatever he does is his choice and his alone. And he knew what he wanted to do.
"I can change my destiny, I can change my path, I can change ALL of them," Draco said. He was going to gather his things, strode out of the portrait, and tell Hermione his answer.
A/N: Did you enjoy it? Tell me what you think! Was it weird? Was it unusual? Or was it just a simple conversation you would have with your enemy during the last hours of sunlight? REVIEW PLEASE!!!
Author: Mjade
Summary: Just a simple conversation that could change the future of Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger forever.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and the Dark Mark Incident part belongs to J.K. Rowling. Dialogue written by me.
Rating: G/Romance (well kinda)
Authors Note: Just came from a thought I had and put it down into words. I hope you enjoy this and read my other D/Hr fic.
Hermione didn't feel like leaving quite yet. Her graduation at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was finished, her friends and all her classmates had left, but she felt some loss leaving the school which she had grown to love so much. She was going to become an Auror . . .yes, something she had wanted to do since her fourth year. Her grip tightened on her diploma as she headed to the portrait that led to the common room of the Head boy and girl.
"Secret Incantation," She whispered the password that she and Draco had decided on, and the portrait gave her access. What she didn't suspect was that she wasn't the only one in the common room.
***
Draco sat on the couch in the Head boy and girl's common room, and deliberately forgot about the train that had just left for London. The graduation was nothing out of the ordinary as the other graduations he had seen. Hermione and him had given their speeches and the ceremony began . . .it had all just seemed as a blur to him. He just wanted to stay behind to rethink his future. A week from now his first meeting with Voldemort will end with the Dark Mark burned into his arm. Declaring him as one of the servants of Voldemort and a Death Eater. It was what he wanted . . .at least that's what he thought.
'Of course I want this' Draco thought. 'I want to be a Death Eater. I've always have.'
* Then what are you still doing at Hogwarts? * A voice in his head asked.
Really, what was he doing here in Hogwarts if he already knew what he wanted? Unless, he didn't want it at all.
"Stop it," Draco told himself. He wanted this and he wanted to rid the world of Muggles and filthy Mudbloods.
* Do you really? Are you sure *
No, he wasn't sure, though he kept denying it. Just then, a Mudblood stepped into the common room.
***
Hermione stared at the whitish-blonde haired boy-no, she meant man. She was slightly shocked to find him still there, since she expected she was the last student in Hogwarts. Draco looked up at her and waited for someone to break the silence. "What are you still doing here?" Hermione asked.
"If you recall, this is * our * common room," Malfoy replied.
"You know what I meant."
He didn't answer.
"Rethinking your future?" She suggested.
"What makes you think that?"
"Oh, nothing in particular. I wouldn't believe you actually came up here just because you missed the place," Hermione said.
"I assume you do? Miss the place, I mean," Draco drawled.
"You assumed right for once, Draco," Hermione said in reply.
"I also assume you're calling me by my first name since we're not going to see each other ever again."
"Oh, I think I'm going to see you again. Unless you change your mind about becoming a Death Eater."
Draco snorted. "Don't tell me you're going to be an Auror. And don't believe just because your becoming one means I'm going to change my mind."
"So you really are going to be a Death Eater."
"That's right. Always wanted to be. Next week I'll be officially one-"
"And serve Voldemort by hurting thousands of innocent Muggles and Muggle- born witches and wizards," Hermione finished for him, glancing out the window then turned back to look at him.
"That's right," He said again, but his answer felt empty as if he didn't mean it. "I have to kill one Mudblood or Muggle before I go to the meeting next week."
"Then why don't you kill me?" Hermione said and her answer took Draco completely off guard.
"You don't believe I'm serious about this? I could just kill you right now, you know," Draco growled.
"I know. But how can you be serious when it will just give you and your friends a laugh?" She said angrily.
"What do you mean?"
"Have you already forgotten about our fourth year? Quidditch World cup, the Dark Mark incident?"
A memory clicked in Draco's mind.
~ Dark Mark incident~ * "Language Weasley," said Malfoy, his pale eyes glittering. "Hadn't you better be hurrying along, now? You wouldn't like her spotted would you?"
He nodded at Hermione, and at the same moment, a blast like a bomb sounded from the campsite, and a flash of green light momentarily lit the trees around them.
"What's that supposed to mean?" said Hermione defiantly.
"Granger, they're after Muggles," said Malfoy. "D' you want to be showing off your knickers in midair? Because if you do, hang around . . .they're moving this way, and it would give us all a laugh." *
Draco suddenly felt bad. He hadn't known that she had taken it seriously back then. It was a wonder she never mentioned it when they were doing Head boy and girl work together.
"You didn't have to take it so personally," Draco said.
"Well, I did," She said, but she wasn't angry, just sad.
"I'm sorry, okay?" Draco said but she didn't answer. There was an awkward silence between them until Hermione broke it.
"Draco," Hermione started, "please don't become a Death Eater."
"What?" Draco was startled.
"Please, I know you were going to be one ever since I met you father but . . . I hate to be going against you," Hermione said, tears escaping from her eyes.
"I assumed you wouldn't care fighting against me," Draco said. Confused that she was crying.
"You assumed wrong," She said plainly.
"Nothing can change that, Hermione. I want-"
"No you don't," Hermione cut him off, letting her tears flow. "I'm not stupid, you should know that after all these years. I may not know much about you, but from what I learned about you this year I know you don't want to become one. You're just failing to see it."
Draco stopped then said slowly. "You're wrong."
Hermione looked up at him.
"I do see it. I just wish I could deny it. Sorry, but I can't change my destiny!" He yelled angrily. "Don't say I can, because I'll have to run away from everything I know. Everything I used to believe in. I can't just leave them. I wish I didn't have to become a Death Eater, but that's my future. I wish my family was good and loving, but it isn't. I wish I was friends with you, but I'm not. Look, Hermione, I don't like to fight against you either, but what can we really do? If you have something that can change my path, please tell me! Oh God, just tell me!"
She shook her head.
"See, you have nothing," Draco said and there was another awkward silence then Hermione spoke.
"I guess this is it, then," Hermione said, wiping her tears.
"That's right," Draco said.
"I'm going to leave now." Hermione stood up and gathered her things.
"Suit yourself," Draco said as if he were talking to himself. "I'm sorry, again," He finally said to her.
"I know," Hermione said. Draco was shocked with the next thing she did. She leaned down and kissed him lightly on the lips. It was so tender and loving that he wished it wouldn't end but it did. Still stunned, Draco couldn't say anything.
"Bye, Malfoy," Hermione said and left the common room, and went out the portrait door.
Draco brought one hand to his lips. Hermione, that name rang in his head. He wanted to hold her, he wanted to be with her, he wanted to-no he couldn't. He was going to become a Death Eater. Kill thousands of innocent lives. It was what he wanted. No, it was what his father wanted. Oh, but they couldn't tell him what to do with his life. No, they couldn't, and they wouldn't. Whatever he does is his choice and his alone. And he knew what he wanted to do.
"I can change my destiny, I can change my path, I can change ALL of them," Draco said. He was going to gather his things, strode out of the portrait, and tell Hermione his answer.
A/N: Did you enjoy it? Tell me what you think! Was it weird? Was it unusual? Or was it just a simple conversation you would have with your enemy during the last hours of sunlight? REVIEW PLEASE!!!