Disclaimer: Not mine.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: PG 13 (lang)
Summery:A confrontation between enemies.
Char:Hermione. Draco
Warning: Dark fic. No fuz of anykind to behold
AN: First fic in this fandom, second fic ever – be brutal. I won't improve if I don't get the skinny
She stood there in the Great Hall of Hogwarts. In something sheer and black with smokey eyes and pink painted lips with the highest heels he's ever seen on a woman. And he knows. He knows he hates her more than anything in his entire life.
Fucking Hermione Weasley nee Granger.
Bitch.
"So you've come." she somehow whispers loud enough to be heard through the echoing hall. "I'm so happy you did."
He sees red, rage that has been simmering in his body for the last year bursts through all his hard won self control. "What the fuck have you done!" he bellows at the top of his voice.
She smiles and gives him a smokey laugh. "Exactly what you have done."
He want to rush at her tear her apart with his own hands, rip her to pieces bit by bit like she's been doing to him. He lunges and is stopped by a barrier not 10 ft from her. "Draco, Draco, Draco, I am not now nor have I ever been an idiot. For the duration of my stay here you will not be able to cross that barrier." She smiles beatifically at him.
"WHY?" he screetches at her still entertaining thoughts of her violet death at his hand.
"Why? Why!" Finally he's broken through her composure. "Quid pro quo, you took everything from me!" she grabs at her immaculately straightened hair and tugs, just once. "You killed my parents, my husband, my . . . my baby." A wail tears through her that makes him think of a dying animal.
And then suddenly she's made of ice "And so I took everything from you" she looks him right in the eye as she whispers this at him.
He falls to his knees. "A mother for a mother, a father for a father, -" his entire body starts to shake. "- a wife for a husband and a son for a son."
No.
No, this could not be happening. He didn't, how did she? No.
"Your money, your influence, your friends." She kneels there right in front of him keeping eye contact. "Your life a ruin, just like mine."
"You cunt, I'll kill you." The righteous flame of vengeance burns in his belly when he lunges at her again only to bounce of the barrier this time.
She smiles at him, shackles appear around wrists and bind him to the floor. "You already have."
And when he tries to throw more vitriol he finds his voice no longer his to command. "I'm not going to kill you, you know." She says conversationally as she stands back up. "Oh no, that would be to easy." She starts walking past him but stops when she's parallel with him. "You going to stay here, in this old carcass of a school, where no one comes anymore. And. Live."
He starts screaming, in grief? Or anger? Fear? Or madness? He doesn't know. Not that it matters no sound will ever make in past his lips again. "And you will die alone, like me."
The click-click of her heels is the only thing to be heard.
"Oh Draco?" She stands by the large doors and wait until he looks at her. "I consider all debts between us settled."
She closes the giant doors behind her and leaves him to die alone.