Title: Blasted off the bloody tapestry

Now,I know what you're saying…

"HOLY FLIPPING BATMAN ANIMAL CRACKERS! Morgan wrote a Dramione fic? But she hates that ship! Is the world ending? What's happening?"

Nothing. 'Kay? So this 'ship normally makes me dry heave and cry.

Whatever.

I can write an angst-y and doomed forbidden love bit if I want to. *pouts* I'm not gunna lie, partially Gilmore Girls inspired. My fellow Rogan shippers know what I'm talkin' about (; So I was re-watching the episode where Rory meets Logan's parents for the first time ( I can't think of the name of it, so deal lol) and being the HP fangirl I am, my brain quickly translated into some Harry Potter related goodness (:

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. I make no profit from this, and don't claim to have ownership of anything. Please don't sue me .


"I just don't understand why I'm not enough." Hermione sobs.

"Enough? ENOUGH? Hermione, you're asking me to throw away my entire life!" Draco thunders. "My earliest memories are of my parents telling me what path my life will take. Sorted into Slytherin, of course, no hesitation or hat stalling. There I'll make friends with the right sort. Befriend children of the most influential families, do well in school. Prefect, Head boy, top of my class. Date a nice Slytherin girl, from an upstanding Pureblooded family. Preferably from an Ancient and most Noble house. We'd be engaged by sixth or seventh year. Fifth, if her family's desperate. Achieve full marks in my Newts and OWLs, and graduate with honors. Get married right out of school, and take a holiday around the world as a honeymoon. Come home, get settled into the Manor. We'd have our own wing, of course. Begin work at the ministry, advance quickly and retire early. Three kids, at a minimum, to ensure the name of Malfoy is carried on. My wife wouldn't work of course, she'd be a proper society wife. Socializing, planning events and running the household. Then when my parents passed on, I'd step up as head of the house of Malfoy. I'd take my father's place. The end."

"The end? The end? Oh yes, just step up into your little Death Eater future. Marry your perfect Society approved pureblooded moron. Have your little inbred children. Take your "life plan" and stick it up your arse, you disgusting prat. After everything we had together, I would think you would've chosen me." Hermione spat.

"Chosen you? Can you not see how selfish you're being? If I, as you put it, "choose you", I loose everything. I'll be disowned. Blasted off the bloody tapestry. I'll loose my family, my mother. My "friends", all my prospects. Hell, I'll loose who I am." Draco retorted.

"Oh Merlin forbid you loose your trust fund and all your bloody death eater connections. I forgot, you have such a close relationship with your family." Hermione spat back.

"Don't talk about my family like that." Draco's voice took on a dangerous tone. "We might not be the closest, but they're mine. My blood. I can't just throw that out. And you know I don't care about the money. It's never about the money."

"Oh really? Then what's the problem if you say you love me?"

"The problem is not mine, love. How long have we been together?" He asked icily.

"You know as well as I do, just over six months now." She said, rolling her eyes. "I don't see your point-"

"My point? *YOU* won't tell anyone. I wanted none of this cloak-and-dagger shite from the start, but you insisted. You said we should wait, to see if we worked out or if it was just lust. And now we've been sneaking around, hiding in broom closets during prefect rounds to spend time together for six months. I'm really bloody sorry if I won't throw everything away on a bird who is too embarrassed of her feelings about me to tell her mates. So maybe I can't make myself truly believe how you feel, because if you felt like I do, you couldn't stand to keep it a secret! I can't toss it all out, and have you decide this was really just a fling a few months down the road. And the fact that you would ask something like that of me? I don't even know who you are anymore." Draco seethed.

"You don't know who I am? You don't know who I AM? I am the girl who is standing in front of you, heart ripped out of her chest. And if you think I would leave, maybe you don't know me! Maybe you are right, this is a fling." she cries.

"Don't you put words in my mouth." He said, warningly.

"Maybe we should just break up." she said dramatically.

" Would it even be considered "breaking up"? You won't tell anyone about us, won't let me take you out, you still act like you hate me in public. Can you imagine how that feels? And then you think we should break up because I won't go bloody traipsing around the world, bringing shame to my family, working against the dark lord, and running away with you. Not to mention Potter and Weasley. I mean, did you even think?" Draco said cuttingly.

"I-I suppose I didn't." She said, on the verge of tears.

"Obviously not. Never would've though I'd see the day when Granger forgets to think." Draco snarks.

"I'll-I'll just g-g-go then. I guess this is goodb-bye." Hermione sobs.

"Hermione," Draco says, his voice suddenly soft, "Be careful, okay? Do anything you have to, but don't you let them catch you!"

"Alright."

"And 'Mione?" Draco says, grabbing her in a tight hug.

"Yeah?" she asks.

"I still love you. Just- remember that. No matter what people tell you, or what I have to do. I love you."


Endnote: Well. I did NOT see that coming. It really wrote itself that way. But I think I like it. This is my first Dramione, as most of you know, I normally can't stand the 'ship. But I was feeling a little.. I don't know, forbidden love-y? How did I do? I tried to stay in character, but I normally write parody stuff, so I would love some feedback! This is also the first time I've tried to write Draco. So….Yeah. Remember, Reviews make the world go 'round. Oh, and do you guys think I should add to this, or just leave it a one-shot?

'Kay, bye for real now (;