Sectumsempra
Harry Potter: One-Shot

Rating: T
Pairing: Draco/Hermione
Summary: The moment she had fallen, I knew it was the end. Vignette.


The moment she had fallen, I knew it was the end. Shades of black and tints of purple paint the night sky. All was silent, as the clouds uncover the majestic moon to shine her light upon us, also revealing to the moon the tragic end of this drama called life. The wind brushes by to try and soothe my overwhelming feelings. The birch trees all around me tremble at the sight; their leaves weeping sorrowful tears. The wintergreen aroma would've reached me if the scent of blood hadn't taint my senses already; I could almost taste the bitter metallic aftertaste. The stars dim for the scene that follows; still, the moon shines bright, her rays shinning down on me like a spotlight—but I did not care. It matters not anymore; only her.

Here she lies, in my bloodied arms, sleeping so peacefully even though she'll never open her auburn eyes again. Never, shall she ever say the words "I miss you", "I love you", not even the dreaded words of "I hate you". Her pale skin lacks the usual glow, I can trace the invisible lines on her face from when she's angry, smiling, or furrowing her eye brows. Now her contours are passive, though her skin is still as soft as the breeze of summer. Chestnut-coloured hair is in disarray yet artistically strewn about; a lock of hair over her petite nose, and yet another over the lush lips that are slightly agape. Her appearance appears dishevelled, adorned by a haphazardly ripped robe flapping faintly in the soft breeze. The ebony dress beneath the robe blended in the dark with a collar that almost completely covers the shoulders, layered by black, then white; white frills border the edges and cover a layer of black material. A thick strip of white followed the path of nearly invisible buttons from the v-neck down to the hips with black laces that criss-crossed back and forth between the fringes of the white.

And all this perfection sullied by that bloody wound; touched the curse that Potter sent me in my sixth year during my most pitiful moment. These wounds, from the god-damn curse thrown at her by ones I used to call comrades; the wounds that not only caused her anguish, but also broke my heart into pieces and sprinkled into the fires of hell.


Ending Notes:
Happy Birthday to my friend Wendy, who probably doesn't even know that I dedicated this to here XD
This is actually a descriptive paragraph that I had to write for school, so it doesn't really have a plot.
This vignette is in present tense; I don't usually write in present tense but I decided to do it for this since it'd just fit better.
So if there are any mistakes, please point them out for me!
I edited a few parts to make it fit the characters more, I hope you like it! Thanks for reading! ((huggles!))

(Jan. 8, 2006) I realized that this is more of a vignette than a flashfic, so all words of flashfic are changed to vignette

.Onigiri Momoko