INFLUENCED BY 'THE DEAHTS OF IAN STONE' AWESOME MOVIE.
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He could hear Hermione, but she sounded like she was on the other side of a long…tunnel. Her voice was muffled, and he felt so…light. So weightless. He couldn't help but maybe this was what it felt like to die…yet still be alive.
"Come on, Draco." He heard. He knew it was Hermione. She was calling for him. But he just wanted to shut off. He just wanted to fully be gone, instead of this half here half there stuff.
But her face kept showing up.
Their real life, he remembered it. Every detail.
"Alright, Draco." His father said as he sat at his desk. The room was dark. Only light lit the room. Draco stood and looked at his father as he flipped through files of people.
"Here. This one is yours for today." He said and handed him a file of the person he would kill. He didn't say anything to his father, but he turned around and walked into the hallway of their manor. He opened the file and read through the main things.
Name: Hermione Granger
Age: Eighteen
Height: 5"4
The boring stuff. Draco threw it to the side and apperated out of his manor. He knew what to do. He would find this Hermione Granger. Kill her, and move on with his pathetic life.
He stalked through the shadows. He sensed where she would be, it was one of his talents. He could pick up where his target was in a matter of seconds. And she was particularly easy to find. She smelled…so good.
He moved his hand over his face and his white death mask appeared. A skeleton face. The black smoke rolled off of his night black cloak. And he hid in the shadows and watched as she walked through the park to get home.
He crept like a panther watching it's prey. How ironic was that? Panthers are black, and he's covered in it. Even his hair was pitch black right now. He watched her. He watched how her brown wavy hair bounced every step she took.
She looked in one word. Flawless. Draco couldn't figure out what it was, but she was different than the other Draco was sent after. She was…innocent.
He wasn't careful. His mind wasn't in the game. He stepped on a limb. It cracked. She heard it.
She turned around quickly, but she didn't see anything. All she could see was an empty sidewalk path behind her that was lit up by the dim lights. But she had the feeling that she was being watched. So she walked even quicker than normal.
Draco saw this change. He knew he would have to act soon. Suddenly gray and black smoke formed around Hermione. The others. They were coming as well. They always liked to play with the ones Draco had to kill. Scare them and then leave Draco with the dirty work.
A figure formed out of the smoke and walked towards Hermione, and then another figure followed her and then another. Hermione ran. Draco moved. Still hidden, but everyone, except Hermione, knew he was there.
Hiding.
She ran, and screamed for help, only no help would come to her. But she didn't know that. They had gotten the park blocked off with a charm she couldn't leave unless she died, or one the death eaters took her out.
The haunting black figures with white masks followed Hermione as she ran. She turned back to looked at the three figures, and didn't see where she was running. She ran right into something. Or, someone.
They grabbed her by the arms before she fell back and hit the ground. His grip was hard, and there was no way she would able to get out of it. She tried though. She fought and struggled, and he didn't once move. Instead. He watched.
She stopped and looked at him. Looked at his mask. She could see eyes behind it. She wanted to know what he looked like. Odds are they were going to kill her anyway. She reached up and put her hand over the face. They didn't move. They didn't stop her. She slowly took off the mask and saw a beautiful boy behind it. His eyes, were beautiful, but he looked so lost. Hermione saw so many emotions swimming in his blue/gray eyes. Pain. Loss. Sickness. Hollow feeling. Lost. Regret. But yet, she still saw life. Happiness in him, just hidden.
He looked down at her, and stared. He didn't want to harm her, not after the way she had looked at him. No one had ever had the courage to take his mask off. No one had…looked at him. Not even Pansy, or his father.
Hermione saw him take his eyes off of her and looked over her shoulder. His grip on her got tighter, and she had a feeling he was about to harm her, until he whispered.
"Don't move."
She didn't. She listened to him. She didn't move.
Suddenly, she was gone. But she was with him. Black smoke was all around and they were on the beach. He had taken her out of the park. Out of her death place.
He took her hands off of her, but she was unsteady on her feet and swayed and nearly fell. It was from the way they had traveled. Apperation takes some getting use to.
He picked her up bridal style and walked towards a small cottage. The entire way neither said a word to one another. But Hermione held tightly onto his mask.
He walked up a pair of stairs and then sat her down on the porch swing. He got down on his knees and looked up at her. She was…in shock he thought. But really she was just watching him. He saved her. She knew that much. She wasn't sure from what, but he had saved her. He was her knight in shinning armor.
He nodded his head, "You're in Wales. Safe here. But, I suggest you don't stay here, or go back to London. They'll be after you." Draco stood up, ready to walk off. But Hermione grabbed him by the wrist. He looked down at her.
"Thank you." She whispered. Draco smirked and nodded. He turned around so he could apperate to the manor. He would have to make up a story of how he killed her.
"Wait!" She hollered, and jumped off of the swing. He turned around and Hermione handed him back his mask. He slowly took it back and stuffed it into his cloak.
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"I took her away, and killed her. I'm so tired of all of you playing with my pig for slaughter. It gets so annoying." Draco lied to the diner table. He was questioned when he got back as to why he had taken her away. He had to cover up his tracks, it was a good thing he was a good liar.
He had been raised to be a good liar.
They all believed him. For the next three months Hermione stayed hidden at the cottage he had taken her to. Every other day he showed up to see if she were still there, and if she was to go get her some food, or soap, or a book. Anything she needed. One day though Draco came by. He was hurt.
Him and his father had gotten into a heated argument, and he had been given a punishment.
He stumbled after he apperated to the cottage, and held to his side before he collapsed in the sand. Hermione had seen him fall after she came out on the porch to see him.
She rushed to him and got to her knees and held him in her arms. He was out cold. His face was all bloodied up and bruised. He had cuts on his face and his neck. She saw that he was holding his side, so she moved his hand and saw his blood soaked hand.
"Oh, Merlin." She said and covered her mouth with her hand. She moved his hand farther and could only see the blood drenched clothing.
"Come on, Draco." She said and helped him up, he was dead weight in her arms but she somehow got him to the house and into the bedroom. She laid him down on the bed, took off his cape, then his shoes. And even though she had wanted to for weeks she still felt bad for having to do it, she removed his shirt.
Then she saw the gash. It went from his ribs on his left side and up to his chest. It was a deep gash, most of the blood was black, which proved it was very deep. Very deadly.
She ran to the bathroom and got all of the medical supplies she could find. When she returned she almost screamed. There was someone else in the cottage. In the room with Draco. It was a man. He wore black just like Draco. He was looking down at him.
He sensed Hermione and looked up at her, "You!" He hollered and started towards her. Hermione started to back away, but Draco suddenly moved. He pointed his right hand towards the guy, and out of the palm of his hand black smoke came out and surrounded the guy.
"AH! Draco!" He screamed. But Draco only made more smoke come out. The faster it came the more the man screamed. And suddenly a burst of light happened and the smoke cleared and ash fell to the ground where the guy once stood.
"Ah." Draco grunted and fell back down on the bed. Hermione was immobilized. She stood there and held all of the medicine in her hands, and stared at the ashes. She knew he had just killed the man. But she wasn't scared about it. She wasn't scared of Draco. He had explained to her once that he was one of the stronger ones.
And yet he had shown her kindness. She was madly in love with him, so naturally she wasn't scared.
She rushed over to him and saw he had fallen back asleep. The power must have drained him with the last of his energy. She prayed to God she wouldn't loose him. She didn't know what she would do it she lost him.
She poured alcohol on the gash and he snapped his eyes open and grabbed a pillow to bite on while the burning sensation went through him. Eventually it stopped, but they had to be sure it was clean, so Hermione poured some more on it and he nearly screamed again. But he contained it. But he moved, he rolled from side to side and moved his legs all over the place.
"I'm so sorry." Hermione said and continued to put medicine on the wound. He gritted his teeth and clenched his jaw a few more times.
"Water." He rasped. It had been the first thing he had said since he showed up. Hermione stood, "Water." She repeated and nodded her head before she walked off to get him a glass of water.
When she returned Draco was awake, but his eyes were closed but he was in pain. His eyes were screwed shut and he was moaning from the pain. Hermione really didn't know what to do. She walked over to him.
"Can you sit up?" She asked, but she felt stupid for even asking. Of course not, but he doesn't seem to have heard her anyway.
She pulled him up into a sitting position, which is a lot harder then what it sounds. Because he was just dead weight in her arms. She shifts so his head is on her shoulder and she brings the glass up to his lips
He drank it slowly, but he drank all of it. When he was finished she placed the glass on the bedside table.
He sighed, "Take me outside."
Hermione looked down at him. "What? No."
"Couch…" He mumbles and his eye lids close, but only to reopen again. Hermione reached up and touched his cheek. He was so cold…Hermione worried if he fell asleep that he wouldn't even wake up, but she knew he should sleep.
"No, Draco. Go to sleep."
"But-"
"No." Hermione said and rocked gently back and forth with him. Wrapping her arms around his chest, careful not to touch the cut.
Draco drifted off to sleep to the rocky motion and the soft humming Hermione was doing.
It soothed him.
"Draco?" Hermione whispered, and she didn't get a response so she knew he had fallen asleep. She slowly got out from behind him, extra careful not to wake him up. She laid him down on his back and then bandaged up the cut. Afterwards she covered him up and left him to sleep.
She walked to the kitchen and started to clean, really anything to keep her mind off of the fact she might loose Draco. Sure, he wasn't the best. He had problems. But she had problems.
He had explained to her what he was. A death eater. He explained how he was supposed to kill her, but he couldn't. he explained how he thought she was one of the most beautiful girls he had ever seen.
And she couldn't tell him, but she had fallen for him. He was charming and nice. Yet, a little dark.
She had felt like she had jumped onto a train and the speed was steadily increasing. That's how she felt when she was with him. She felt like the room was spinning around and around. And she was always dizzy, but she liked the feeling.
She liked him. He was kind and good to her. He cared for her.
She finished with the dishes, and cleaning the windows, and the counters, and the floors so she ventured back to the bedroom. Draco was still in the same position he was when she had left. She pulled up a chair and sat right beside him.
"Draco?" She asked again, and received the same response. She uttered his name a little louder when she spoke it again, and still the same response. He looked so…perfect when he slept. Sure, this was his house and he occasionally came home and when he did he usually spent the night. He would sleep on the couch while she occupied his bed. But he didn't mind. He liked the thought of her in his bed.
Hermione watched him sleep, and she knew he was asleep. So, she leaned forward and pressed her lips against his. She felt the tingling feeling that she felt when he touched her. She quickly craves the sensation of him responding to her kiss. She craved the feeling of his lips moving with hers and she wished he would kiss her back.
But he hummed and Hermione quickly backed away from him. He stirred in his sleep but he didn't open his eyes and soon, he quickly got still and fell back into his deep sleeping place. Where he dreamed.
Hermione reached up and rubbed his cheek with her thumb and thought maybe he was only pretending to be asleep. But he didn't respond to her touching him, so he was probably asleep.
Hermione started to feel sleep take her over and she ended up sleeping on the other side of the bed beside Draco.
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The next morning when she woke up she was terrified by what she saw. Draco. He hadn't moved. He paler than normal, and his lips…were blue. Hermione quickly jumped up and cupped his face in her hands. He was cold. Ice cold. She combed her fingers through his hair and then cupped his face again.
"Draco. Oh, god Draco." She blinked and tears rolled down her face. "Draco wake up. Please, wake up." She said and started to shake him a little. No response.
She starts to mutter to herself as she presses two fingers to the side of neck. "Oh, please don't be dead. Please don't be dead."
When she had said that Draco slowly opened his eyes, "Still kicking." He whispered.
And Hermione breathed in a sigh of relieve, and kissed him gently on the cheek. Which only made him smile.
"Here." Hermione said and handed him a potion that she had made last night while she cleaned. He looked at it and she sighed, "I'm trying to poison you. It'll make you better." She assured and she realized he didn't have the strength to take it. So, just like yesterday, she climbed behind him and his head rested on her shoulder.
She brought the medicine up to his lips and he drank it, but only ended up gagging it up.
"Ah." Draco said and his face shows signs of serious pain. His eyes screw shut again, and his mouth stays open but with no sound coming out.
"Draco?" Hermione asked in a panicked tone. He started to shake and clenched his mouth shut. Hermione grabbed onto him and mumbled over and over. "You'll be alright."
Slowly, his breathing became normal and stopped shaking. That was when Hermione looked down at him. His skin wasn't as pale, and his lips weren't blue anymore.
She took comfort in that fact.
"Draco? Are you alright?"
He took in a deep breath and laughed. He laughed. "Been better." His voice sounded so much better and then the cut magically healed, leaving behind a nasty scar in it's place.
"You're better." And then she laid her head down on his shoulder and sighed. "Tell me I'm a screwed up mess."
"I thought you were dead this morning." She said and Draco felt her tears land on his shoulder and he wanted to so badly to turn around and wipe them away. But he didn't have the strength.
"Sorry. I didn't mean to scare you."
"Don't do it again." Hermione answered.
She refused to let Draco out of bed all day long, and she refused of him even thinking about going back in the morning. Yes, he was better. Yes, he was strong. But Hermione didn't want to admit that she just didn't want him to go.
On the next morning, however, she was greeted with the stares of Pansy and the others. Draco was asleep on his side, and he had his arm snaked around Hermione's side and she was molded into him.
She jumped up, which caused Draco to wake. Pansy was standing at the end of the bed.
"Well, well. We've been looking for you Draco." Pansy said and walked around the bed and sat at the foot of it. Hermione scrambled up and sat at the top, as far away from Pansy and as close to Draco as she could get. He would protect her. She knew that.
"Didn't kill her I see. No. Draco Malfoy doesn't kill anymore. Instead he sleeps with his prey." Pansy spat at him and looked at Hermione. "And see you…kill Theo. My, my Draco." Pansy stood and then sniffled. She blinked and tear rolled down her face, "Why?"
"Pansy, maybe-"
"Why?" She hollered, then she looked behind her at Blaise, "Kill her. And him."
"Pansy!" Draco yelled. But Blaise didn't move. He was Draco's best friend, he didn't want to kill him. In fact he wasn't even sure how to. It's not everyday you kill a death eater. And when you do you are more powerful than him, Blaise wasn't stronger than Draco. They both knew it.
"Don't you touch her." Draco said through gritted teeth and pulled Hermione to his side.
Pansy chuckled, "How sweet. He has a whore. A mortal whore." Pansy said and stood. "Instead. Don't kill her. Kill…him." Suddenly Pansy moved forward and covered Draco's face with her hand. Draco pushed her away, but it was too late. She had infected him.
Draco felt it move. Something in his face moved. Like bugs were under his skin. Inside of him. "See you some other time." Pansy said and walked out of the room. Blaise rushed into the room, as Draco stood. Hermione jumped across the bed to him, but he fell down.
Draco laid on the floor, almost paralyzed.
"Draco. Draco answer me, mate." Blaise said and tried to get his attention. Draco looked at him, but he couldn't say anything.
"Her…Hermione." He coughed and she quickly got onto the floor beside him. She reached for his hand and held it, but he moved it so he was cupping her face. She cried. Tears rolled down her face, and he smiled the best he could.
"It's ok. Lives. I'll see you…in the next life. I promise." Draco said and then coughed again, it took Blaise to hold him down so he didn't hit his head on anything.
Hermione nodded, "I love you." He whispered and she cried even more. "I love you too." She mumbled.
He smiled at her. And she leaned into him, much like she had done a few days ago and kissed his lips. But this time he responded and kissed her back, until suddenly he pulled away.
Hermione opened her eyes and saw him. His eyes were closed, and he was gone.
"No!" She screamed and shook him. "Draco! Draco, wake up! Don't leave me." She cried and laid her head down on his chest. But, much like Theo, Draco turned to ash within a matter of minutes.
Hermione rocked back and forth, holding her sides. It took Blaise to pull her up and to take her away.
~.~
"Come on, Draco! Wake up!" Hermione said over and over and pumped his heart for him, and then breathed for him.
"Dr. Granger, the paddles."
Hermione turned around, and saw that the paddles were charged. She placed them on either side of Draco's lifeless body. "Clear." She yelled and then the room was quiet. Slowly, the monitor responded by saying he wasn't dead. He had a pulse. Small, but it was there. He slowly opened his eyes again, and saw Hermione there.
She saw him look at her and she placed his hand on his cheek, "You'll be alright. Go to sleep, Draco." She smiled at him before he closed his eyes again and fell asleep.
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