Title: Why?
Rating: R
Pairing: D/Hr
Summary: Hermione asks Draco why.
Disclaimer: I own nothing! I live in a soupcan! Leave me alone!
A/N: I know I'm not giving background on how D/Hr got together but it is my story (Bwahahahahaha!!!!)
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Why?
It was midnight. They always met at midnight. She had asked him why once, no answer.
They met at the lake. It was in the open, but he insisted on it. She asked why, no answer.
It was cold, and she could see her breath lingering in the air. She drew her cloak tighter. She saw his form, in black as always. She had asked him why, no answer.
Finally, they met and she released her passion in a fiery kiss. They kissed like they could not live without one another, and she felt they could not.
She stepped back and looked at him. His hood was down, his face only partially revealed. She had asked him why, no answer.
She saw a glint of metal, and looked down. In his hand he held a dagger. Before she could react, it was plunged into her stomache. She gasped as blood poured out.
She looked at him, his features reavealing nothing. She spoke, her last words to the man she loved.
"Draco..."
"Yes, Hermione?"
"Why?"
No answer.
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I know! I am evil! But I just thought of this and had to write it!
Rating: R
Pairing: D/Hr
Summary: Hermione asks Draco why.
Disclaimer: I own nothing! I live in a soupcan! Leave me alone!
A/N: I know I'm not giving background on how D/Hr got together but it is my story (Bwahahahahaha!!!!)
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Why?
It was midnight. They always met at midnight. She had asked him why once, no answer.
They met at the lake. It was in the open, but he insisted on it. She asked why, no answer.
It was cold, and she could see her breath lingering in the air. She drew her cloak tighter. She saw his form, in black as always. She had asked him why, no answer.
Finally, they met and she released her passion in a fiery kiss. They kissed like they could not live without one another, and she felt they could not.
She stepped back and looked at him. His hood was down, his face only partially revealed. She had asked him why, no answer.
She saw a glint of metal, and looked down. In his hand he held a dagger. Before she could react, it was plunged into her stomache. She gasped as blood poured out.
She looked at him, his features reavealing nothing. She spoke, her last words to the man she loved.
"Draco..."
"Yes, Hermione?"
"Why?"
No answer.
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I know! I am evil! But I just thought of this and had to write it!