bAuthor:/b Irisri
bTitle:/b
Running
bRating:/b G
BSummary:/b
How long has it been? Two years? Three? Long enough that she has lost
track of time.
bPairing:/b Draco/Hermione
bPrompt:/b Driven (lj user=lions_serpents
bPrompts Completed:/b 23/50
BWords:/b 236
bWarnings:/b Disregard for DH Epilogue
bDisclaimers:/b JKR owns all
lj-cut text="Running"
Running. The pounding of shoes against asphalt breaks the cold morning silence, the hard breathing shatters the quiet. Get away. She doesn't stop, even as her thighs burn with exertion and start to feel rubbery. Getting away, it's so important right now. Take away thoughts, stop to take a sip of water. Start again. It's harder, as it always is when she rests, even for a moment. Sweat trickles down her face and she breaks stride to swipe it from her eyes. The sun peeks out from the cluster of trees and lights the road. She can feel the temperature rising, even now, but she doesn't turn back.
She can feel the wind pick up, and the breeze cools her skin. She doesn't want to think about him, about them.
She can taste the dew falling in the air as she breathes in as her feet hit the ground, only to have the impact push air out again.
She turns around the bend. How long has it been? Two years? Three? Long enough that she has lost track of time, and a blur of grief overpowers her, as it always does. She can function, barely, and out of necessity, until she's alone.
Fall. She runs off the road, through the trees. She knows where she's going. She's been here before. And she sees the clearing. With a muffled sob she falls to her knees, and asks, why?