I know this is short but I think it's pretty good, all things considered. I got the inspiration for this from a beautiful fan-made picture. I don't think I'll continue this, but you never know, maybe I might.
This is set in sixth year. Obviously established Dramione.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own. I just obsess, love, fantasize, and write about Harry Potter.
The heart asks pleasure first,
And then, excuse from pain;
And those little anodynes
That deaden suffering;
And then, to go to sleep;
And then, if it should be
The will of its Inquisitor,
The liberty to die.
-Emily Dickinson
"No!" She shrieked, horrified by what was happening. "Draco, put down your wand. It doesn't have to be like this…" Tears were streaming down her face and her body was shaking with sobs.
"I have to do this, Hermione! I have to protect you…" He stepped closer to her and leaned down to kiss her. Draco was desperate to just feel her one more time, because he knew the repercussions of taking away so many memories and love, he'd helped Hermione research it for her parents. If he did this, she would never remember him. She'd hate him again, she'd fall in love with Weasley and marry him. But I have no other choice! "I love you." He whispered as he pulled away from her. "I always will. I'll remember enough for the both of us. When this over, I'll make you love me again. Understand?" Draco knew he was lying but he couldn't stop himself from believing what he was telling her.
Hermione was a blubbering mess, not even bothering to keep herself together, but she nodded. "I understand. I love you." He took a step away from her but she pulled him back. "Kiss me. One last time." His grey eyes closed in pain, another kiss from her would break him. "Please, Draco. Just one more." Draco nodded and quickly stepped forward, taking her face in his hands. He smoothed back her curls and aggressively took her lips in his again. The kiss was love, passion, and heart-wrenching goodbye. He said everything he knew he never would. He was never very good with words.
Finally, Draco broke away from her and took a step back, his grey eyes boring into hers, making sure he'd always remember the look of love in her beautiful brown eyes. "Obliviate."
And he watched the love fall torturously from her eyes like the withering petals of an abandoned rose.
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