Right, this is a little songfic I cooked up while listening to the new Funeral for a Friend album.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything. Song is 'The End of Nothing' by Funeral for a friend
The End Of Nothing
Draco stepped through the mud ignoring the cries and screams of those around him. He was safe behind his mask, detached from those around him. In this mask no one could stop him and no one would dare to try. Except maybe her. Draco could see her through his cold grey eyes, hair flying around her like a mane, so befitting of her house.
Killing you
Might be the only chance I have of recovery
She captivated him, enchanted him the way she enthralled others with her unprecedented skills. But her spell over him was totally different, deeper, almost touching his soul and it scared him. Potter and Weasley were always there to guard her but now she was alone. This was his chance to be free.
And I know it's so severe
She had seen him now, turning to face him. She knew how this battle must end.
As you knew it would be
How else could it end? As a Death Eater he could not show remorse, no mercy. He could not be allowed to feel.
The punishment fits the crime
Her brown eyes were watching him warily as thoughts ran through his head.
So lets take this knife and run it down your chest
What stayed his hand? What made him stop and halt the killing curse from leaping to his lips?
Does this feel like love?
Here we are waiting
So lets take this knife and run it down your chest
Does this feel like love?
Here we are waiting
Her face wore no mask and Draco found himself gazing at it. The war had left its marks. A scar marred her right cheek, a token of Greyback's esteem. Draco knew form the werewolf's constant bragging that a second scar snaking it's way down her back. Draco remembered his frenzied panic, his desperation to discover her alive. And he had. Just.
His eyes travelled to another mark. A bruise, fresh.
The light looks good against
The bruises on you cheek
Another medal that you have to wear this week
The light looks good against
The bruises on you cheek
Another medal that you have to wear this week
He had found her, beaten and bloody but still fighting. Greyback had been called back to the Dark Lord and she had been left. He remembered the anger that took hold f him, the same anger that swelled in him now.
Killing me
Perhaps what made it harder was the possibility, however faint, that she could love him in return. As he drew closer to her broken form, as he knelt in her blood she had seen him. She did not cry, she did not shout, he was sure she had almost smiled.
"Draco." He could hear her voice now, weak and as laboured as her breathing. He had left her at St Mungo's, disguised naturally. But he never would forget the way she looked at him. No disdain, just the glow of thanks and something else, stronger than the way she looked at her best friends.
Might be the only chance you have of recovery
And she was before him now, mended and strong once more. But her eyes were cold. She could not see past the mask he had worn for so long.
And I know it's so severe
As you knew it would be
Her wand rose, words forming on her lips but still Draco did nothing. He knew each life she took tortured her.
Your punishment fits your crime
Just as it plagued him. Could death be a different type of freedom?
So lets take this knife and run it down your chest
Does this feel like love?
Here we are waiting
Away from pain, from guilt and impossible love.
So lets take this knife and run it down your chest
Does this feel like love?
But she stopped, her brown eyes widening as they locked with his.
Here we are waiting
And her arm dropped. In the midst of the carnage, in the battle to end all battles two figures stood still. No one mistake the almost white hair of the Malfoys. Nor could anyone mistake the chestnut curls of Hermione Granger in the light of the moon. Yet no one would believe what he or she saw.
The light looks good against
The bruises on your cheek
Another medal that you have to wear this week
He was captive of her eyes, unable to break the chains that bound him.
The light looks good against
The bruises on your cheek
Another medal that you have to wear this week
He saw the emotions swirling in her irises, unguarded as his would never be. And she saw him, the only part unchanged. His eyes, cold enough to freeze but she felt no chill. In fact she felt warm, as though basking in the sun. If she closed her eyes, she could almost imagine Draco and herself, free from all restraint. She knew he was capable of love, after all her was only human.
But she knew the difference between fantasy and reality. Before her now was a man trying desperately to hide behind a mask. No matter what happened, nothing could change him, nothing could forgive the crimes he had committed. Not even love.
Hermione dropped her gaze to the ground, to the blood that mingled with the dirt. And the single tear that fell from her eye. With one last glance, she saw through the white mask to the man he could have been, should have been. Slowly she turned and walked away.
You and I will die alone to night
Draco watched her walk away and knew he could not stop her, no matter how fast his heart was beating. For so long he had thought himself incapable of love, unworthy of love and in those few seconds he had live like never before.
You and I will lie alone tonight
He resettled his features behind his mask, cutting himself off once more.
You and I will die alone tonight
Any who witnessed this unusual scene could not understand why one of the greatest witches of the light turned her back on the favourite of the Dark Lord. They would never comprehend why he did not destroy her. And they would never understand the end of nothing was, for some, the end of everything.
You and I will die alone.
