This is just a little scene that popped into my head. I thought I'd put it up here for everybody to read. =) I really like it, and I hope you guys do, too! I could probably do a little more with it, but this was the original that I wrote a while back, so I'll leave it at that. I had wanted to turn it into a story, but I wouldn't know where to go with it, so I'll just make it a one-shot.

As you know, JK Rowling owns this stuff. =)

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"Stop it! Let me go!" She fought against her captor unsuccessfully. She was being pulled by the arm down a deserted hallway. The space was cold, and drafty, and nearly destroyed. Books and papers were strewn about, bodies were hidden amongst the rubble, and the air was unclear; the moonlight shining through a broken window highlighted the dust in the air.

She felt herself being thrust into a dark room. The door was slammed, and she was soon pinned between a wall and a warm, damp body. "Have you not noticed that there is a war going on out there? Our friends are dying."

"I don't care about them – not as much as you. I need you to be safe. I need you to stay here."

"I can't stay. I have to help."

"Please." He rested his forehead against hers and closed his eyes, willing her to agree.

"No. And don't ask again. You know what I have to do. Just like I know that you had to do this."

"It's not worth it."

"That didn't stop you."

"Please don't go back out there. You can't win. And I can't lose you."

"You already have."

He traced a finger along her cheek. "Please don't say that. Hermione – "

She slapped his hand away. "You made your choice, Draco. And you didn't choose me." Her voice broke on the last words, so she pushed fiercely against him to make up for the weakness.

He allowed her to shove him off her and slip away. He rested an arm against the wall where she just stood. "What can I do to fix this?"

She fought the urge to roll her eyes. "You can't fix it. What's done is done. You have two choices. Either go on with this, without me, or get out."

"You know they'll kill me."

"I don't care."

He flashed his eyes to where she stood in the dark. He could barely make out the right side of her body, slightly reflecting the moonlight from the single window in the room. "You don't mean that."

"Don't I? You send Death Eaters to kill me and my friends, and I'm supposed to value your life?"

"I've always valued yours." He approached her front, resting his aching, torn-up hands on her waist.

She shook her head at his attempt to win her over. That didn't work on her anymore. She no longer found him charming. "You didn't know what you had."

"You're right, I didn't. I took you for granted. I'm sorry."

"Don't stand there and lie to me."

"I'm not lying."

"Then don't say you're sorry. It's a sign of weakness."

"I am weak." He bowed his head pitifully.

She pushed him away again, even angrier than before. "No you're not. You're exhausting, and insufferable, and evil and cruel, but you're not weak. You never have been."

"I wasn't strong enough to resist you – the one thing I've ever truly cared about."

"Well then – it's a good thing I am." She slipped away before he thought to reach for her, and quickly made for the exit.

"I screwed up," he whispered.

She stopped her pursuit for the door. Without turning to look at him, she swallowed bravely and sighed. "You bet you did."

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