A/N: I stumbled on this today while flipping through an old notebook of mine--I wrote a year or so ago in the car and I never typed it up, so I brushed it up a tad and am posting it. Nonetheless, it was written a year ago and it is so late that it's early, so you'll understand that it's not spectacular, yes? One-shot.
Shot
She held it in her hands and it made her sad because now she had gone and washed out his eyes. They were incredible eyes—she'd never seen the like of them elsewhere. A common enough thing, you would think, for someone to have gray eyes, except somehow his always came off to her as being silver. His eyes were the moon and the stardust and the spoon she used to mete out Crookshanks' food. It mattered more than the beautiful hair he so vainly fawned over (prick) for all it showed of his expressiveness, his cleverness, his soul, only now she'd gone and spilled tea all over his photo—for the second time—and this time she'd washed out his eyes (idiot).
Just one photo. Please? Come on, please with a cherry on top and a Chocolate Frog for the ride?
It was a muggle photo, the only one of him that she had, and the film had been destroyed following development long since. They couldn't risk evidence falling into the wrong hands, they'd decided, and she'd only gotten the one for who-knows-why. It was better that it was a muggle photo, she concluded, because Muggles had done some things better than Wizards, and snapshots were one of those things.
After all, they took the very best moments and kept them.
I only need the one, Draco. Th—Hey! Don't scoff at it. Look, it's captured your eyes perfectly—if it were a wizarding one the instant would be long gone.
And now, she wished she had others. Because he was gone, and this time he wasn't coming back again. Ever. She really should have kept the photo in a safer place (but really, what place was ever safe?), should have stopped taking it out to cry over every day (but she's so alone, and she misses him so, so much, you know?), should have moved on in her life ages ago (where to?). Too bad she was always such a stubborn person.
Draco, don't go. Do you hear me? It's too dangerous! They'll kill you, and then what will I do? You promised me. 'Hermione Granger-Malfoy.' You promised me!
She cried a long time more and it washed away his smile.
Finis