Cause It's Too Cold
"Cause it's too cold, for you here, and now.
So let me hold, both your hands in, the holes of my sweater."
- Sweater Weather by The Neighbourhood.
Broken.
A word that had seemed to fit everyone's mood for the past few months. Surprisingly enough, it was also used as a figurative context.
During the war, things were being broken here and there. Some for the Order, some for the Dark's clutches.
At this point, Hermione Granger had found it difficult at keeping count the number of times she and the Order had broken things. More so, how many times one had broken their trust.
Gone was the world she had simply read in a book, wishing to get her acceptance letter. Gone was the wolrd that had made her happy and free to do whatever she had pleased. Gone was the feeling of content and warmth she had felt whenever she roamed the streets of the Wizarding World.
"Granger." A stiff voice spoke, blazing grey eyes stared at her, desperation dancing in them.
Hermione Granger looked up at the man she had grown up with for the past seven years, the man who had tormented her relentlessly for tainting their blood-lines.
But somehow, buried deep within the darkness that clouded her mind, she found comfort in him.
"I hope you don't mind dropping that glass shard, we woulnd't want our war heroine dead before we could actually kill the villain." He tried to joke, though the lifelessness in his voice was unavoidable.
Wincing at her dead response, Draco Malfoy awkwardly took a seat beside her, shifting uncomfortably as the cold air whipped around them.
Sighing, Draco placed his hand on top of hers, hoping to find the warmth he has been seeking for the past seven years. Using his free hand, Draco lifted Hermione chin up, he soon found himself staring deeply into Hermione's chocolate brown eyes.
"Look, whatever's going on in that big head of yours, you need to stop. Whether if it's about the on going war, or not. You need to stop." He paused, he wasn't sure why, but he felt guilt claw at him.
He knew his mistakes, and he was determined to make up for it.
To Harry Potter, he made up for all his bullying by joining the Order's side. To Ron Weasley, he made it up to him by befriending his whole family, and had a habit of cracking a joke whenever he was with the twins.
But his main struggled was keeping up with Hermione Granger.
For seven years, he struggled with the fact that a muggle-born had been beating him in academics, and had more people praising her. Despite the fact that it annoyed him, he wouldn't admit out loud how he appreciated how a witch would have the guts to challenge him.
And eventually, what he thought was a feeling of hate, turned into love.
He had loved her. He saw the flaws in his actions, he saw the mistakes in his steps. He saw the hurt in her eyes, but he saw the bravery of a Gryffindor numerous of times.
"You are Hermione Granger, the brightest witch of our age, Gryffindor's Princess. We're all broken now, I understand, but we're almost there. You are not giving up, cause I swear to Salazar, Granger. I will die if you leave me." He whispered, voice breaking with each word falling out of his mouth.
Hermione felt her eyes widened, she watched as tears brimmed the edges of his piercing grey eyes. She felt tears prickle on her own eyes as he slowly fell apart.
"I love you, Granger. I've always had, and I don't plan on losing you."
That was enough for Hermione to wrap him in a tight hug, clutching him desperately as if she was going to fall off the edge if he wasn't holding her. Tears streamed down her face like a faucet, up until now the crying never truly stopped.
Tangling his hand through her hair, Draco sighed out in content.
"We'll get through this together, I promise you." He murmured, she smiled sadly.
She wanted to grab him and leave this life behind, start a new one, with no memories of this once magical world. If she had the chance to change everything, she would, but she couldn't.
Cause it's too cold.