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My very first fic, all comments, critism, flames greatly appreciated
They both stood alone, helpless, stranded, alone. Sprays of crimson and flashes of red illuminated there figures, one towering over the other but both with the same determination, the will to win, animal, cannibal instincts kicked in after being soaked in blood too many times to count. His mouth curled in a sneer, while her face was blank, she was too long gone, she was dead, but she would not stop, after all they've been through, after all the moments they shared, how could she give up while he stood in front of her, daring her once again like the countless times to wipe that smirk off his face, taunting her, haunting her, daring her to make the first move, begging her to close the distance between them and loose herself once again. She could read the steely eyes too well; he knew it, so did she.
His sneer dropped as she pointed her wand at his chest, his soft, pink lips, formed a silent cry of surprise, she found it ironic how at a moment like this yet again, she was going through hell, again her thoughts were drawn to his lips, there taste, there touch, scorching her very being, tormenting her to no end. He knew she had to end it right? Did she realize that tonight she would have the blood of yet another on her hand? Did he even realize that after this night, she might, just might, be able to live again? Regain the spark in her eyes before hell had frozen over… "if only he hadn't touched me…" Memories came flooding back as she reached a hand to her flat belly and stroked it; it would not be flat before long.
Did he understand that this was the reason she had to end it? Tears threatened to spill but she bit her tongue to overcome the pain, her blood tasted metallic but he had told her it was sweet, he told her it was his essence of life. All lies. She was a mudblood. Thats why he had left, that was the reason they were out on the battle feild midst a raging war, face to face, her wand held high while his lay broken somewhere in the forbidden forest. Blood pounded in her head, as she gazed into his eyes round as the moon, emotions filled to the brim as threatening as her tears
No she could not think about that, would not, what will Harry had said if he were alive, her letting down her defenses against none other than Draco Malfoy, famous death eater, sadistic to the core, her lover, the man she gave herself to completely, the man who was about to witness death by her hands, the hands which had roamed his body, searching for more. She saw fear in his eyes; it was as clear as the lust the first night they made love.
It was her time to smirk, so she did, she wore it with pride, it was all she had left of him.
"Avada Kadevra"
Hermione Granger fell to the ground smirk still plastered on her face, she was free now, he would live, they would die, either way, he would never know she had planned to call their baby Amira.
Amira means princess in arabic. Reviews make me high, I like being high. Being high makes me happy :)