Black Lace
"Draco…"
"Hermione, please understand –"
Wake me up from this dream
This is not happening
Tears threatened to fall as the Golden Girl, Auror, Head Girl, Bookworm, Beaver, Mudblood, Stupid Girl Who Fell For Her Enemy realized how she had been wrong, for once in her life. "After all this time…how could you do this to me?"
"Herm –" Draco stood up, trying to reach out to her.
"No." Hermione put out a hand firmly to stop him. "Don't – come – near me." She couldn't breathe. She couldn't think. She couldn't feel.
Standing on top of the cliff,
And I'm ready to jump, ready to fall once more
"Reason this out with me, you, of all people, should," Draco pleaded, almost insisting, but noticeably not making any move towards her. "Please let me explain."
"Seeing this, there's no need for explanations." Her lower lip trembled when she spoke. "I should have listened to them. You're a sick bastard and I can't change what you are… You know what hurts the most, Draco?" She let out a ragged, tired, fed up sigh. "… I actually learned to love you."
I hope that somewhere there in your heart screams my name out loud,
Wanting to come out, wanting to jump with me
Draco dropped his head in defeat. He didn't know what to say. He had nothing to say but "I'm sorry".
In a blur of tears and rainbow colours, Hermione turned her back on the one person she had given up all to, the one person she had entrusted her heart to, the one person she simply couldn't live without.
But I can't change what you are
So I'm ready to jump, ready to fall once more
Heartbroken, Hermione Granger-Malfoy walked out of the room, leaving behind a dishevelled-looking Draco Malfoy, lips smeared with rogue matte lipstick, dressed in his wife's favourite black lace teddy.
Finis.
I AM A SICK BASTARD. LOL Pretty nice twist for this seemingly-heavy-drama oneshot, eh? How sad Hermione has a serious case of homophobia. D: She will not live to read even half the Harry Potter fanfiction (SLASH!galore). Seriously, this is what happens when you stay up at 3 in the morning, doing nothing but basking in Dramione deliciousness. C'mon. We're all asking for Draco Malfoy in black lace. XD
EDIT: I was thinking of putting a warning before the title, so serious homophobes/trannyphobes don't slash me. But I'd love to hear more from anynoymous people like Joy calling me an idiot. Because really, who hasn't been called an idiot? ;) I love anonymous reviews with unnecessary namecalling especially those without proper justification why. Please, if you flame me, tell me why, and leave an email while you're at it so I can send you my sincerest apology for traumatizing your innocent little minds.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is J.K. Rowling's. What You Are is Typecast's. This sick fic is all I've got. ;0