Since I am incapable of drawing something sad, i'll just write something instead since no one pays attention to my art anyways. I was watching the Deathly Hallows last night, and got all... Sick, during that scene with Bella and Hermione, so I decided to write something that had to do with it. This is a songfic based off of O' Child by Nick Cave.
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Screaming. Her screaming. Echoing, sounding, vibrating, rattling, just plain burning itself into his mind. He had walked in on his aunt with her, how she looked up at him in fear, tears staining her face and running down her cheeks as she begged him, anyone to help her. All the blonde Deatheater could do was turn and run out of the room, leaning against the wall and looking around frantically, panicking and trying to calm his breathing before someone saw him.

Every night he woke up, covered in a cool sheen of sweat, chest heaving as he looked around desperately, only to realize it was just a nightmare. Another one. He had had them ever since he'd seen the trio along with Dobby apparate. And of course he hadn't seen who that damned knife hit, if anyone at all. Non of them really deserved that, not really. Sure, they hated him to the bone but it was his fathers fault for that, forcing him to become this... Monster.

Draco sat up, frowning at the bed and sighing, rubbing his eyes and looking around his small little room. He should have just joined them, helped them, instead of letting his family torture them, especially Granger. He had always secretly admired her, but his ego and attitude prevented him from making any sort of advances, along with her friends. It was true, she was in incredibly smart and talented girl, and he'd be lying if he told you he never contemplated asking for her help in potions class.

Draco slung his legs over the side of the bed, shivering at the cold feeling on the soles of his feet as he wearily stood, putting on a pair of socks and walking out of his room, looking around the halls. He had been dismissed a few days ago, after of course his fathers very... Upset, conversation with him. No one, not even his mother could impress that man. To be truthful Draco didn't even wish to be his son anymore, not after what he's done.

The blonde went down the large set of front steps to the main entrance, slipping his shoes on and grabbing his coat, sighing and looking around before apparating to the only place he knew he could be truly alone, just to think. I mean he already did think a lot, about his past, friends, family, but never about the one he truly wanted to let into his thoughts.

He soon appeared at the edge of a woods, along a seaside beach. He looked around, sighing in relief as he noticed the sun was rising. He turned around, walking into the woods until he came upon a small cliff overlooking a river, a few birds splashing around in it before flying off after noticing the approaching man. Draco sighed, sitting down and shivering, picking up a nearby rock and picking some dirt off of it before tossing it into the river, creating a loud splash.

"H-harry!?" Someone yelled out, someone who sounded very familiar to him. He immediately stood, looking around the area before noticing a mass moving around in a nearby bush. Suddenly, non other than Hermione Granger fell out of the bush, shivering violently in her tattered clothes, freezing like a deer in the headlights of a car as she saw the blonde standing there and staring at her, with a similar expression on his pale face.

She quickly albeit clumsily removed her wand from her pocket, aiming it at him and mustering up what he thought might have been her attempt at a glare, although he couldn't be sure. He stood his ground as he watched the trembling girl stare over at him, hazel eyes glistening with tears. He began raising his hands, slowly as the brown haired girl flinched. "Easy Granger." Draco said softly, staring over into her eyes.

She continued pointing her wand at him, tears now streaming down her face. "H-how could you..." She suddenly spoke, her voice cracking. "H-how could y-you do this to us..." Hermione muttered out, lowering her wand slightly. He flinched, clearly hurt by her words as he noticed the scar on her arm, that his deranged Aunt put there. "Granger that, t-that wasn't my fault I..." He was cut off by her scoff, her hate-filled eyes still fixated on his own.

"A-and now Harry..." Hermione said, sniffing and trying to hold back her tears. "He-he's just apparated off and i've been looking for him for days." She said, her wand lowering even more as she shook. "H-he's probably dead and it's all my fault..." The Witch spoke, closing her eyes and sinking down so she was sitting on her knees, her wand clattering to the forest floor as she went down on her hands, shuddering and letting out a soft sob.

Draco stared at her, a pained expression on his face as he watched the girl, the girl he had always looked up to, crying and sobbing in front of him. And it was all his fault. She suddenly looked up, the spark gone from her eyes, replaced with flushed skin and tears. "P-please kill me." Hermione begged softly, weakly as she stared up at him, eyes looking him up and down.

The blonde just stared at her in horror, dumbstruck by her request. He let out a shaky sigh, looking back over to her and motioning to her. "S-stand up Granger, just stand." He said, trying to ignore the tears welling up in his eyes. She stood on shaky legs, not even bothering with her wand as he walked over to her, looking into her eyes before sighing, lunging forward at her.

Hermione closed her eyes tightly, expecting a flash of pain, but it never came. Instead Hermione was greeted with a warm embrace, his pale, shaky arms wrapping around her, pulling her tightly to his chest. She flushed, arms hanging at her sides as her face was rested against his shoulder, his cold cheek against her neck.

He stroked her back gently as a tear ran down his cheek, soaking into her sweatshirt as he felt her shaking against him slightly, whether from cold, fear, or sadness he couldn't quite tell. "Y-you can cry, it's alright j-just let it out, keeping it in never works out well." He said, taking a pause in attempt to keep his voice from cracking. "I-it's okay, you're safe I won't hurt you."

Soon after she wrapped her arms around the Deatheater tightly, sobbing into his chest and shuddering. He closed his eyes as another tear slipped out, gently rocking the Witch back and forth in his arms, stroking her hair as he slowly lowered her onto the ground, pulling her close to his chest and rubbing gentle circles in her back. "G-Granger?" He asked softly, still staring off into the distance.

She sniffled, moving closer to whom she thought was her enemy, but was now turning out to be a man who's comforted her more than any other. "H-Hermione." He spoke her name hesitantly, continuing after she didn't speak up. "I-I will help you find Harry, and i'll try and get my father and The Dark Lord of y-your trail, alright?" He spoke shakily, leaning back to look down into her eyes.

Hermione stared up at him in disbelief, tears stopping as she opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out. "I-it's the least I can do for you, I-I know it won't make what i've done or said to you okay, in any way, but I can't stand this anymore." He said, expecting her to push him away. She didn't. In fact, she nearly scared him to death when she was all of a sudden on him, her cold chapped lips forcing themselves upon his own. She slowly pulled away, pressing her face into his chest. "W-when the war is over please come find me, tell me that you're alright." She begged, clinging to his chest.

"You have my word." He said, staring up at the cloudy sky and praying that he could keep that promise.