Summary: As the war waged around him, Draco Malfoy watched as Hermione Granger fell to the floor. She was dead.
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Author's Note: I've had this story sitting in my notebook for ages and I finally decided to put it up. It's basically set during the war. I don't like it too much; I kind of rushed the ending because I couldn't think of anything else to right. You don't have to review if you don't want to; just give my story a chance, thank you, Zainab Saigol.
A Hatred Induced Love
They moved swiftly, almost dancing to the song of war; the cries of the injured and dying, the shouts of those still fighting. Always about to be hit by that fateful spell, only to jump away and continue their insane dance.
"Given up yet, mudblood?" the boy sneered, blood streaking through his long, blond hair.
"Not even close, ferret!" the brunette replied, her face eerie in the moonlight.
A green light, from a soundless spell left her wand, a spell just two days ago she would never have cast. Though she had not spoken the words for the spell the boy knew what it was and sent it rebounding back at her. She danced away, dodging by a breath, yet still looking graceful. On the war waged, and on they danced.
Death Eaters and those who fought for the light were everywhere; fighting, fallen, dying and dead. The battle field was a sea of black, hooded figures, and people hidden behind white robes.
Suddenly a spell hit the girl. It had come not from the boy's wand but from off to the left. He froze. She fell. The curse had been green. She was dead. He didn't understand what had just happened, he had seen the spell hit her, watched her fall, but he couldn't process the fact the she was dead. It just wasn't possible.
A spell hit him from behind and he fell to the ground, out of his revere. The pain had helped clear his mind, and during that minute where he lay on the ground next to her dead, lifeless body, he realized something. He had been so wrapped up in his hatred for the girl, so fascinated by her, so obsessed by her and that which could not be that he had become blind to the obvious. He was in love with Hermione Granger.
A figure loomed over him and a green light flashed in his face, but he didn't care. In fact, Draco Malfoy welcomed death, because in death he would be reunited with her, his enemy, his obsession and his love.