I've been wanting to write in this format for quite a while, and I finally succeeded. The sentences are not arranged in chronological order; they can be read as individual pieces or, alternatively, you can decide for yourself which scenes intersect. Three cheers for my OTP!
Story Title: Our Own Disaster
Genre: Romance/Angst
Rating: PG-13
Warning(s): Deathly Hallows spoilers, mild swearing, scenes of a suggestive sexual nature
Pairing(s): Draco/Hermione
Summary: Twenty sentences. Twenty things you never knew.
Our Own Disaster
001.
Her screams, they shatter him.
002.
There is an almost panther-like grace in his movements when he walks toward her, when he reaches out to tuck stray strands of hair behind her ear; he moves like shadows, like secrets, like the night, as carefully as if one false gesture could mean the end of them all.
003.
"Of course," he says, gray eyes flashing, "because I never loved you all these years, because I never wanted to kill Weasley every time he so much as looked at you, because you don't drive me crazy, because I didn't stop from doing all the things I was supposed to do because your damned face was always in my mind."
004.
She leans forward, determined to hang on to McGonagall's every word, but she can see that lazy smirk at the periphery of her vision and that somehow makes it impossible for her to think of anything else.
005.
"They're hardly ever worth it, mate, forget 'er," is the raspy advice, to which he answers, "Never."
006.
As the pain rips through her body, her eyes catch his and narrow, and his breath stops in his throat--- she thinks he's enjoying this, and it hurts him more than anything else ever could.
007.
"You… you really did consider him a friend, didn't you?" she asks, but only half-heartedly; the way he looks at the tombstone is answer enough.
008.
He holds her in his arms, feels her snuggling contentedly against his chest, looks up at the stars and wonders how he ever got so lucky.
009.
It still haunts him to this day--- the silver dagger being pressed against her throat, the regret that he was paralyzed into inaction, the knowing he would never have another chance.
010.
His eyes are the color of winter skies, but when he sees her again for the first time in weeks, his sudden, fleeting, unguarded smile is full of glorious summer.
011.
She holds him tight; he is almost intangible, and she doesn't want him to ever fade away.
012.
"Kiss me, Granger, and I'll give you your stupid book back."
013.
They come up for air; dumbfounded, he gasps, "Where did you learn that?"
014.
What most people spend their whole lives looking for, it's right here, with her.
015.
"Mudblood," they hiss when she passes, and he's never been more ashamed of the badge on his chest, although he, too, joins in.
016.
He eats everything she cooks--- he gets horrible indigestion afterwards, but it was made by her, and that makes it okay.
017.
He sneaks off to the lake the day before Dumbledore's death, and he sees her in the light of a dying sun; the memory stays with him.
018.
She tells him a joke and he rolls his eyes; laughter is not who he is.
019.
"No one hurts Granger but me."
020.
After the Yule Ball, he was never the same.