Silver threads for him, black threads heavily coating everything for the family that's gone and everything she didn't do for them.
And she's trying to hold the threads together – she's trying to keep the silver from slipping through her fingers but it's falling away and she's drowning in all the black.
They're just slipping through her mind and slicing it apart and she wants – desperately – for him to come back because she's in the dark without him, she's always in the dark and he's the only silver lining.
She doesn't know why she forced him away or why she hated being transparent because it was all she'd ever wanted up until she got it.
But now she's so cloaked, covered, suffocated by the threads that are her and the calico that's now loosing its everything and unraveling quickly – too quickly.
There's nothing left for her but an empty house and the agonizing clawing in her skull as the voices attack her from the inside. The only thing she has is the memories which are slipping away as she slides pill after pill into her mouth just hoping to detach from everything.
The pretty threads are rough on the edges and picking themselves apart, but the black is just tightening, tightening and trying to pull everything apart – to leave the threads in a mess on the floor and to leave people to wonder 'what happened there?'
But it won't be him wondering what happened because he's never coming back – every time this reverberates through her skull, she finds herself standing in that chemist again with the enchanting fake smile plastered on her face again as she picks up the prescription drugs that she doesn't need again, and she hates it but it's the only thing that seems to mend her.
The last of the silver threads are unraveling as the bottle becomes empty – she's a stones throw away from insanity now and she can finally feel the black threads fall away along with the memories of everything.
'Odd Hermione, too-pretty-for-her-own-good Hermione, know-it-all Hermione, fake Hermione.'
Well now she's not even Hermione. She's a silhouette and an imposter in the shell of who she used to be because she's not herself anymore and she's never going to be herself again.
And now all the threads are piled on the floor; they've sliced her up and gnawed away at every part of her being so she can't mend herself anymore.
She's threadbare.
A/N- Well hey there guys! Sorry about my long absense, but I'm going to explain. This story is something I wrote a while ago and just found, I liked it and wanted to post. I don't actually have any time for writing at the moment, nor any inspiration. My internet is down (I'm posting this from my phone), so I haven't been able to keep up with my challenges on the HPFC.
Anyway, onto the story. Yes, to some this may seem like a very drastic and strange Hermione. Honestly, as much as I ship these two this is what I think Draco would do to her - destruct her. Him combined with her war scars would drive her to this in my opinion, and that's what I wanted to show. Please review and give me your thoughts!