Her Web
But fuck it seems like everything was always just a dream. Fucking ephemeral cloud that doesn't just dissolve in your hands - you never even feel going through it. Well I thought there was Summerland at the end but it's just a waiting room. A head-in-your-hands weep-until-you-laugh delivery-room-white room.
Naive? You thought I was naive?
Well... I don't blame you. I let you think that. I let you all think that. Know what my biggest secret was?
I was born to wear green and silver. Yes yes your green and silver. Fucking-blueblood, pale-skin, snarky-twisted-mouth green-and-silver.
Don't twist that snarky mouth at me. Just shut up and kiss me.
Like that. I needed that.
I can still taste ash on you. It's goddamn bitter. Do you think it's baked in? Like human shish-kebab in a distorted hell somewhere. No devil. Just... fucking ash.
Why am I cursing so much? Cause I can of course. I got what I wanted. Voldemort is dead. What that cost doesn't matter. But at least I can unlace my bullshit-metaphor-corset and breathe a little. I don't have to play her anymore. I don't have to push them all to their deaths so the fucking complacent don't have to die.
Her? Did she exist?
Sort of I guess.
Kiss me again.
I loved them, okay? I didn't know I would. I was stupid eleven and thought I could taste doom in the air and I thought I could change the world. They were going to help me. But I didn't think I'd love them. Love them all.
Like that meant anything. I'm like a black widow spider. The wizarding world was my baby. And I wove my secret web and chewed off their heads to make sure it was born my way. Reborn. Whatever.
I was the general. He was just my rallying point. My symbol.
I didn't ask for that one. ... Do you know under the ash, you taste sort of sour-sweet, like just ripened apples... It's... nice.
That's stupid. I don't blame myself. I did what needed to be done. It's done. All done.
Fucking Hermione Granger is done sir done.
Tahiti? Sure. Why not Tahiti...
Yeah. It would be a nice place to get married.
Hermione Granger-Malfoy.
Hyphenated. Like everything should be.
Yeah. I can live with that.