Harry Potter Drabbles
I) The Premiere
It was ascending the scaffold.
Looking perfectly, the jade green gown caressing her petite form.
The auburn curls barely touching her neck.
Lavender in the air, tense from the voices mingled to a common sound, which could be heard through the massive doorway.
She gasped.
Her last year. Her last prom to be attended at Hogwarts.
Changing everything.
Suddenly her hand rested in another hand. The doors opening so slowly but yet far too quickly. Floating in rather than walking in.
When the noises died as Draco guided her into the great hall Hermione knew the guillotine's blade had dropped.