Just a Dream

DHr Drabble. "What do you think we should do? The war is far from over, and we may both die." AU. OOC. DMHG.

Her screams echoed through the shallow and empty manor, blood spilling from her arm across the floor. His hands shaked in nervousness as the cruciatus curse was lifted off of her and his aunt had called him over.

He gulped, and walked to her, trying not to look frightened. His father had pushed him closer until he was very close to her.

"Come Draco." His aunt cackled, giving him her wand. "Do your deed… or die."

He swallowed harshly, trying to calm his nerves as he lifted the wand. Everything went into a blur except for him and the girl on the floor.

"P-please…" she croaked, and his eyes had filled with tears. "D-don't."

He couldn't control it anymore. He let the wand slip out of his fingertips, and clank to the floor. Gasps surrounded the room as he was yanked back, and a sharp pain filled his back. His eyes widened, and he wanted to scream, but for some reason, he didn't.

"Goodbye Drakey." His aunt had whispered in his ear, and then all his vision went to the floor as he landed next to the girl.

The whole room was filled with evil laughter, and a slam of a door was heard before his eyes landed on hers.

"Y-you…you didn't kill me." She had whispered, coughing softly. A bit of blood had traveled underneath his robes, but he didn't care. He had saved the woman he loved.

"I couldn't do it, love." He said, trying to be courageous and ignore the pain in his back, spreading through his body. She gave a small smile. Though she wasn't dying, he was, and it hurt.

None of his parents or Voldemort knew of their love. He reached for her hand, and grabbed it towards him. She never took her eyes off of his as he put his lips on each of her fingers.

"D-Draco…" she breathed, realizing that he was breathing very slowly. He was dying.

He shook his head, and let her hand go. Tears filled her eyes as he pulled himself ever so close to her and give her a peck on her lips. His lips were chapped, but she didn't care. All feeling filled her head as this was possibly going to be their last kiss.

He moved away, and set his head onto the floor next to hers, and together, they both closed their eyes, one easily sleeping, and one…

Not.

Hermione woke in a rush. Her head had jumped off the pillow as she looked to her side. There he was, sleeping and breathing normally. He was still alive.

She breathed out a large breath, and started to cry again. Not noticeable to Hermione, he stirred in his sleep, moving his hand to find her next to him. When he didn't, he opened his eyes, and looked to find her sitting up.

"Hermione?" he asked quietly, and she turned. Tear tracks were on her cheeks. She sniffled, and he lifted up into a sitting position as she was.

"What's wrong?" he questioned, wrapping his arm around her waist. She laid her head onto his shoulder.

"I-I had a bad dream." She murmured, looking into his eyes. He looked concerned, but still nodded.

"Would you like to tell me about it?" he asked, and she looked down at the comforter, messing with the satin. A few seconds passed by, and she nodded silently before telling him.

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Afterwards, she looked at him with sad eyes. "What do you think we should do? I mean… the war is far from over, and we may both die."

"Though we may die, we will be together always, understand?" he spoke, and she smiled. He smiled back, and their lips met in a short sweet kiss.

He may have had the dream as well, but they were together, and that was all that mattered.