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This Fanfiction is in dedication to my best friend. I never met her but I've known her for 6 years. We were online friends and facebook friends. We have skyped and I've skyped her parents and vice versa. She was going through some hard times down in Texas. I was just informed she had comit suicide. Rest In Piece baby girl this Dramione is for you. I know you always asked me to write one. I'm sorry I have waited so long. I love you girl forever. I'm so sorry we never got to meet. We were always planning on it.
I'm sorry for that but anyways here's the DRAMIONE
Through the rubble and destruction there was only one thing on the irrevocably driven blonde wizard as he ran like he never had before in his life. It had all gone on too long. The inevitable was among them and he knew exactly what had to be done so he ran he would find her there was no question about what they had to do.
The sickening taste of iron dripping into his mouth from a gash in his forehead. The taste was so familiar it made his stomach churn. His feet were aching from all the running as he did what he knew he had to. The room of requirement he just had to make it to that bloody room.
He felt the his muscles tensing each time his foot hit the ground at a record breaking speed. All this physical pain he could bare with. But the psychological pain of what was about to change was too much for him to handle. So he focused on the burning aches of his feet. The dripping blood and throbbing of his wounds.
He arrived and walked in looking at the floor boards so he wouldn't have to see her standing there. Wouldn't have to see her face just yet.
He would delay it as long as humanely possible. For the alternative lead to much more tears than were necessary.
Four bodies laid on the floor seemingly unconscious. She had already done it. He was supposed to assist that part, but he was late.
He was always too late.
"I was so worried. I'm so happy you're okay." He voice cracked halfway through he could tell by the sheer distressful tone that her once jovial voice took. He could tell by the squeaking octaves of that beautiful voice. Suddenly flashes of such a gorgeous face being in such a desperate state were in his mind. He didn't want to see it. He turned around and choked back the tears for now.
"I'm sorry I caused such a worry, love." He tried to speak rough and emotionless, but knew oh too well she wouldn't by it.
His flesh began to burn as he felt her touch. Small dainty hands wrapped around his middle. A head rest upon his back just below his right shoulder. Her hand brushed his slightly. Her hands not quite able to reach completely around his.
The small part where her hand met his burned with a longing desire. He stared at that petite hand so pale, but a slight shade darker than his own impeccably pale tone.
Silently he felt all the words she was aching to say. Everything there were never able to say. The life that neither of them would ever have together.
Their brilliant talented children running through the manor. Her finally filling it with life and happiness. That cold placing not only filled but overflowing with warmth and love that she radiated.
A life he doesn't deserve was nice to imagine, but he knew it was impractical to imagine things at a moment like this.
Who was he kidding? They were doomed from the start. Both of them knew it. It was all but a matter of time.
"How long ago did you obliviate them." HE asked in the same fake tone as before.
"Only a few moments before you walked in. Harry Ronald and myself were able to knock out Crabbe and Goyle. Then when I had to take down Harry and Ronald that proved more difficult. Once it was done I obligated them all and waited a few moments for you to come."
"And you replaced all of their Memories? So they'll never know about us? They'll just think that Crabbe Goyle and myself are… well bad. I mean we are bad, but they'll despise us so much and think there is only evil in our souls. They'll hate us beyond forgiveness?" He asked closing his silver eyes shut and folded his lips in. Not yet. He couldn't cry just yet.
He felt her shudder as her grip on him tightened she practically squeaked like a mouse as she barely got out the words, "I did what was needed to be done."
The dark cloud that was silence enveloped them in a blanket of despair. Neither wanted to start what had to be done next. Neither wanting to admit the truth. Both willing time itself to pause for just a moment so they could for once be happy. For once things could be simple. Both yearning for it to just be him and her. Neither wanted to truth to exist in any form, especially reality.
However this was not the case. The situation would not change no matter how tightly she held onto him. No matter how much they wanted, it simply was not enough and both were smart enough to understand the disreputably clear fact that was they could not exist together.
If they were together one would undoubtedly die. It was an ultimatum. She once said she never wanted to live in a world that didn't hold him. This was true for him as well. However they would test to see if either could live in a world where they didn't love each other.
She promised things would work out in the very end. He promised that once she….. Once she didn't remember him he would always love her.
Finally like a knife stabbing him through the heart she didn't what he was too weak to do and broke the silence. Her words were those of affection, but he knew that once the silence broke reality would set in.
"Please, Draco. Please look at me." Her voice was begging him. How could he deny her this?
He turned with her arms still wrapped around his midsection. His eyes remaining close. He slowly opened them as the darkness disappeared all their surroundings were no more. There was only her staring up at him with red-rimmed wide brown eyes that were pouring with an ocean of tears.
Her usually bright always hopeful eyes glazed over with a pain he never thought would grace her beautiful features. He put on hand on the part of her face were her jaw line curved pushing the strands of hair that were matted to her face glued there with sweat and tears. He wiped her eyes and put his other hand on the opposite side of her face dying that eye as well. It was no use as they only kept emitting those dreaded droplets that emulated how much their situation was hurting her.
"Don't worry. It will go away soon. This pain. I'll fix it. I promise I'll make it better." He promised her as the same cursed tears began falling from his face. Not as vigorously, but they still fell slowly one by one leaving streaks as they fell. His voice finally cracking.
"I'd rather live with this hurt a thousand years than have to go on with this plan." She told him not able to look away from the heated glance of his steal eyes.
He leaned in overwhelmed with the emotion her eyes were giving him. How much those eyes could make him feel all at the same time. It always terrified him how she could do such things to him, but in this moment he'd rather have it every day than only for a few more minutes.
Leaning down he pressed his lips to her forehead then muttered almost inaudibly, "As do I Granger."
She pulled him tighter with her slender little hands as if they could possibly be any closer. Her face buried in his chest that was heavily breathing as he attempted keeping his sobs at bay.
Her voice was now in hysteria as she exclaimed her voice muffled by his clothing, "It's not bloody fair!"
He put his hands on the back of her head consolingly petting her bushy hair that was now splattered with the sweat and blood that came with a war. His chin resting on top of her tiny little head.
"It never is." The tears of his were now making her bushy hair damp.
She leaned back the slightest bit to look at him and he did the same looking down at her.
The girl who always gave off so much Hope and love. The girl who held a future of happiness for him. Now That small sliver of hope was pulled away from him.
Somewhere his father and other death eaters probably sat laughing at this. This act of Draco becoming a man of Draco being forced to marry another girl he despised after the war ends. This act of ripping him apart from the muggleborn girl he wants hated. Up until she punched him in the face when he was 13 he hated this girl. Then it all changed.
He was never before so sentimental, but now he'd never have a chance to be sentimental with her so now was as good a time as ever.
He slid a silver watch off his pale wrist. He pried her dainty hands apart from his middle and slid the watch onto hers. It was a tad too big for her, but it fit well enough to stay securely on.
"I'll put some memory of the oaf giving it to you." He said his words breaking his own soul as if the act of speaking them sent lashes from a whip down his back.
Drawing in a shaking breath Hermione argued, "But I never put that memory in Ronald."
"It's okay." Were the only words that he could muster to pass his lips.
They heard a loud explosion echoing from the outside of the room. That shook the whole building.
Before it was too late and one of them would have to give their lives they better get on with this.
He reached in his pocket where he placed his wand but her hand halted him.
No words were needed as he locked her gaze that look she always got taken over her features. He relished in the softness of her gaze at him.
The was she always looked at him right before she kissed him.
Her eyes that could pierce his soul glancing over him as if she saw the most purest flower in a garden. That look that can only be described as pure love. When she looked at him with such a softness he felt like he honestly could do anything in the world.
All the negative thoughts about how she would never look at him like this again evaded his mind for the effect this look had on him made him lighter than even air itself. His insides turning not into butterflies but an entire bloody zoo.
She slowly inched up on her tippy toes. Her soft tiny pink lips parting the slightest bit and her huge watchful eyes fluttering shut.
He leaned into her kiss meeting her lips softly at first. A quick breathless kiss.
Until She put her hand small and gentle, on his chest lightly at first then with a sudden burst of energy she took a fistful of his shirt pulling him into the kiss, practically plunging into the most heated movement of lips they ever had.
Her lips burned his in the most pleasurable way. They breathed out off their noses heavily not wanted to part and he slipped his tongue into her mouth and they fought for dominance of the kiss and she fought to get the battle of their tongues into his mouth instead of hers. Even how they kissed was an argument, a battle if you will.
Odd isn't it? How they fell in love in a battle, their relationship was a series of battles and arguments. But it was never supposed to end in a battle. This wasn't their battle to fight so why should the only thing he love be sacrificed in it? It wasn't fair to put it simply.
They both regrettably broke apart now more out of breath than they already were. Through her constant intake of large amounts of air as she filled her lungs with oxygen with great gasps she was able to speak a few words, "I-"Gasp "Love You." Gasp. "Draco Malfoy." Gasping and putting her head in his chest that was now soaked with her tears, "I love you so much Draco."
This time he was the one pulling her closer to him with shaking arms and reading the moment that was to come.
"I love you too, Hermione Granger." He said with a voice that was wavering with terror of losing her. His knees were too weak to stand and he fell to his knees. Hi hands on her waste as he irretrievably sobbing in front of her, but not for the first time.
She knelt down gently stroking his hair.
"It's time my love." She said softly to him no taking all the strength she ever had inside of her and attempting to give it all to him.
Without trying to hid his many tears he looked up at her and took out his wand.
"Close your eyes, love." He asked her.
She shook her head locking his gaze, "No I want to look at you this way as long as I possibly can."
He pointed the wand at her head and noticed her soft whispers that grew louder and louder with each passing phrase.
"I love you. I love you. I love you Draco. I Love you so much. This love is real. Part of me will always feel it. This cant be the end. Oh I love you."
Each word she spoke acting as a barrier for him. Like silent curses for him not to do what he was about to.
He fought for the one simple word to pass his lips. One word that would break everything he ever learned to love so much. The thing that would break him completely and utterly.
The wand aimed at his loves' temple and he fought for the word to pass his lips.
Finally he uttered it in a low grumble, "Obliviate." And suddenly she went silent. The girl once sitting on her knees fell completely to the floor her head landing in his lap and he choked on all the sobs in his throat.
Tears were like waterfalls falling from his silver eyes. He wasn't done yet. With his wand he replaced all their secret kissed all their love. Everything that ever made them love each other. Each secret glance. Each act of romance with shy glances at the buffoon. With love for someone else. HE replaced everything she ever felt for him with hatred, With despise.
Once the unholy act was done he held her unconscious body close to him and began to sob uncontrollably. Rocking her back and forth in his arms pleading to take back what he had just done. Yearning for someone to take away his memories.
How badly he wanted not to love her. He dreaded ever having to see her and have her not look at him again. He hated knowing that was the last time he'd ever here her say the three short words and give them actual meaning. She was the only one who ever put meaning to the word love. The only time he'd ever felt it.. Now she'd hate him She would be happy with the oaf. He put love in her life. He wanted her to be happy, but knew she couldn't find it with him. It was never meant to be. Never meant to last.
Now he would have to live with this everlasting torment. He'd have to live with this immense pain. She'd never know. She could never find out.
This would be his burden to carry. He glanced briefly at the watch on her wrist and felt a guilty ping in his chest.
He never put it in her mind that it was given to her by Weasley. He kept it as him. He put in the memory of the time he first fell in love with her in his 4th year. They were assigned as partners in Arithmancy class. They started off on the wrong foot, but after she cursed at him a few times and yelled at him something inside him clicked. He didn't hate her. She was the only one that could stand up to him really. Her right hook told him that. In reality he asked her on a date but in her mind he put in that he gave her the watch as a peace offering. Then he went back to despising her that was all.
Hopefully she would keep it never putting much thought into why she would keep it. He was selfish he knew. But maybe a little selfishness couldn't hurt in such a selfless moment.
At least she would be safe. At least she could be happy
A/N: Thoughts? Should I continue onto chapter two? I'm not a Huge Dramione shipper as previously stated. Let me know if you like it in the Reviews.