Title: Silver
Author: Errie Wyvern
Summary: Silver is her world.
Notes: You'll never guess the pairing. And this isn't supposed to make sense. And no quotation marks. It's a rule in things like this.
Disclaimer: Own nothing. Got it like milk?
Why does my heart cry
Feelings I can't deny
You're free to leave me
But just don't deceive me
And please
Believe me when I say
I love you
Silver.
That is the color of her world now.
Silver hair, silver eyes. Pale skin burnt silver under the envious moon. Well, she thinks with triumph, Moon, you can't have him. He is mine. All you can do is touch him with silver rays, while I can touch him with human hands.
She heard a story once, about silver. Silver is the moon pieces that fell from the sky. She believes it. She only sees him when the silver falls from the sky.
Gossamer threads have been woven around them both. Gossamer threads that seem to sparkle with a hint of gold. She never sees him when the gold is out, only the silver. He doesn't like to say, but he knows. And he hates her for it.
He hates her because he loves her. The silver has encased his heart, trapping her inside. And he tries to push her out, he tries so hard. But the hateful glances across the room do nothing to quell the silver inside.
She knows. She knows, and she watches. She watches him wait for her, out by the Forbidden Forest. She warns him with glances. 'Don't go there. It isn't safe.' But he doesn't care. Maybe something will come along and rip the silver out of him, spilling it like unicorn blood on the forest floor.
She whispers to the moon. I love him. Why does he try to push his own silver for me away?
Her hair is becoming lighter. Streaked with magic moon pieces. The moon is trying to save her. Trying to save her from the red.
He watches. He knows the red inside is eating her. He knows that she has tried to fix it without anyone knowing. But potions will not work. His magic is too strong. So he casts the red upon her, watching it live up to its name.
The others have noticed. She is thinner, her hair silver. She makes frequent visits to the bathroom, and often misses classes. He is quieter, more refined. The others notice the silver aura around him. They stay away.
He knows the red is eating her. She has not come for him, but tonight he will come for her.
It is time now.
Will you be silver for me, just once?
I can't do that.
I know.
And they walk. She stops several times, drenching the ground in red. Silver makes it gothic.
They walk to a lake of silver he has made. They sit on a rock by it's edge, him holding her hand while she makes it red. She looks up, and sees for the first time that he is silver.
I am silver for you, Draco.
I know, Hermione. I am silver for you too.
~*~
There is a funeral the next day. Draco is standing at the edge of the crowd, not wanting to be noticed. She had died silver with him. That is all he knows.
Hermione was a great student. She was well loved by many...
More meaningless words. She has died thin. Consumption. He knew she would hide it until it was too late. Lungs that ate the body instead of air. Brilliant.
When the ceremony is over, he leans over the grave, I am silver for you, my love, silver for you.
Author: Errie Wyvern
Summary: Silver is her world.
Notes: You'll never guess the pairing. And this isn't supposed to make sense. And no quotation marks. It's a rule in things like this.
Disclaimer: Own nothing. Got it like milk?
Why does my heart cry
Feelings I can't deny
You're free to leave me
But just don't deceive me
And please
Believe me when I say
I love you
Silver.
That is the color of her world now.
Silver hair, silver eyes. Pale skin burnt silver under the envious moon. Well, she thinks with triumph, Moon, you can't have him. He is mine. All you can do is touch him with silver rays, while I can touch him with human hands.
She heard a story once, about silver. Silver is the moon pieces that fell from the sky. She believes it. She only sees him when the silver falls from the sky.
Gossamer threads have been woven around them both. Gossamer threads that seem to sparkle with a hint of gold. She never sees him when the gold is out, only the silver. He doesn't like to say, but he knows. And he hates her for it.
He hates her because he loves her. The silver has encased his heart, trapping her inside. And he tries to push her out, he tries so hard. But the hateful glances across the room do nothing to quell the silver inside.
She knows. She knows, and she watches. She watches him wait for her, out by the Forbidden Forest. She warns him with glances. 'Don't go there. It isn't safe.' But he doesn't care. Maybe something will come along and rip the silver out of him, spilling it like unicorn blood on the forest floor.
She whispers to the moon. I love him. Why does he try to push his own silver for me away?
Her hair is becoming lighter. Streaked with magic moon pieces. The moon is trying to save her. Trying to save her from the red.
He watches. He knows the red inside is eating her. He knows that she has tried to fix it without anyone knowing. But potions will not work. His magic is too strong. So he casts the red upon her, watching it live up to its name.
The others have noticed. She is thinner, her hair silver. She makes frequent visits to the bathroom, and often misses classes. He is quieter, more refined. The others notice the silver aura around him. They stay away.
He knows the red is eating her. She has not come for him, but tonight he will come for her.
It is time now.
Will you be silver for me, just once?
I can't do that.
I know.
And they walk. She stops several times, drenching the ground in red. Silver makes it gothic.
They walk to a lake of silver he has made. They sit on a rock by it's edge, him holding her hand while she makes it red. She looks up, and sees for the first time that he is silver.
I am silver for you, Draco.
I know, Hermione. I am silver for you too.
~*~
There is a funeral the next day. Draco is standing at the edge of the crowd, not wanting to be noticed. She had died silver with him. That is all he knows.
Hermione was a great student. She was well loved by many...
More meaningless words. She has died thin. Consumption. He knew she would hide it until it was too late. Lungs that ate the body instead of air. Brilliant.
When the ceremony is over, he leans over the grave, I am silver for you, my love, silver for you.