Summary: And then love looked away as destiny pressed forward. Oneshot. DHr.
A/N: Its an old tune but also my favorite song.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all characters belong to J.K. Rowling
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He felt the old prejudices and hate arise within him and he welcomed his pain, his anger, his birthright.
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He knew it was forbidden to love her. But since she reciprocated it wasn't quite as bad as one would think. Sure, they had their little tiffs now and again, but every morning she would smile at him and all would be right in the world.
Last night had started out lovely but ended with an old argument – his impending donning on the Dark Mark. He had tried time and time again to explain that he had no choice, that it was his birthright and everything had been preordained before either of them had been born. Theirs was only a second part of a cold war – everything had been decided by their predecessors.
He had thought he had finally successfully explained it to her and that she had finally realized that her battle to set him free of the Dark Lord was a losing battle. And that all they had was the now.
He had thought everything would be alright. So he pressed forward and smirked at her from across the Great Hall, awaiting her assuring, bright smile.
And then she looked away.
He felt the old prejudices and hate arise within him and he welcomed his pain, his anger, his birthright.
Because everyone knows Draco Malfoy doesn't feel heartbreak – especially over Hermione Granger.
And at night he can feel her burning at him with her brown eyes. And if it weren't for the ice in his veins he'd succumb. And her eyes don't stand a chance to the burning of his arm.
Fin.
