Hey ya'll, I'm back. This is a Draco/Hermione, and background if you don't get it, will have to be asked for…I would rather keep with the unclear atmosphere of the story. :D otherwise, enjoy, and review afterwards please! Love from-writerchick13
Disclaimer: Not mine, never was, probably never will be. Never say never though. :D
Shattered
The sound of his sobbing fills the silence, and the heartbreak in his eyes cuts like a knife through the stoic expression of his facial features. He closes his eyes and takes in a gulp of air, willing himself to stop crying. For a few seconds, the heavy silence takes over, and then a cry rips through the night. Through the darkness, I can almost make out a silhouette, which heaves as tears soak his pillow. A prisoner of his pain, bound by the hurt, he can't get through the haze of smoke that distorts the reality. His mother's gone.
In silence, I stand unnoticed in the doorframe. The thoughts that haunt him nightly, the what-if's that are his demons run through his head, and he suddenly goes rigid. Laying under the duvet, facedown into the pillow, he's suddenly not moving. Worried, I hurry over and sit on the edge. Running my fingers through his hair gives me no response. Telling him softly that I love him grants me no response. My hand goes quickly to the nightstand by the bed, and my fingers fumble with the bottle of sleeping pills that I bought him, to help with the nightmares. My numb fingers accidentally drop the bottle, and the sound of it alone rolling across the floor is like a dagger to my heart. It's empty. A sob rises in my throat, as I shake Draco. He doesn't respond. Tears chase each other down my cheeks as I turn him over. He's not breathing. "NO!" I scream, and I lay across him, holding him, rocking him, and my tears fall on his cheeks, adding to the stains that his own tears had left. "NO! NO! NO!" I scream over and over and suddenly, I'm angry. I hit him, and when that doesn't do anything, I lose it. Laying on top of him, I sob, and wrap my arms around him. Thoughts race through my mind: I loved you! I cared for you! I wanted to spend forever with you! How could you! Over and over…I loved you! I cared for you! I wanted to spend forever with you!… as my cries carry me to sleep, I entwine his fingers in mine. The darkness closes in, and my eyes finally close. A bright light wakes me up, and suddenly there are people surrounding me, keeping me restrained. "HE'S DEAD!" I scream. "NO! NO! HE'S DEAD!" As the other people that are visitors in St. Mungo's go about their business, the image of him going rigid and not responding to my touch stayed burned into my mind. "NO! NO! HE'S DEAD! NO! HE'S DEAD! NO!…