I don't remember where I saw the prompt "starlight," unfortunately, but I immediately knew what I wanted to write for it. Consider it a little part of a much bigger project which might or might not come to fruition. Unbetaed, as usual for these short ones ;).

Warnings: scars.

This has been crossposted from AO3. Please head there to see the aesthetic :). My penname is sarena.

Disclaimer: All rights belong to JK Rowling and her publishers. I just borrow the characters and the world for a bit; the plot (as little as there is) is mine, though. This is a non-profit work, and no copyright infringement is intended.


Closing the last of the buttons of her thick coat, Hermione raised her head to observe the slow shine of the starlight above her. The rambunctious roars of the party below her filtered up, never quieting down enough for her to feel true peace. She inhaled the icy air slowly. Fresh and cleansing, and maybe she could just breathe deeply enough to clear out the final year, to get rid of—

Her head snapped around, eyes searching for the source of the barely audible rustling of fabric. Her fingers closed around her wand on their own before they opened again. Against the dark blue, twinkling backdrop of the winter sky, Malfoy's unmistaken silhouette formed.

His tall, lean body. His one drooping shoulder which couldn't be healed completely. The slight limp which would never go away.

"Lumos," she whispered. He closed up to her with soft steps on the frozen ground while she watched his scars reflect the magical light a fraction of a second before the healthy skin of his face did. It had always been a peculiarity of that spell that she'd never understood. As if the magic was eager to show the imperfections first.

Averting her eyes, she stretched out her hand in front of her. As she scrutinised her spread fingers, her skin pulled with every movement. The dense web of scars covered not only her arm but almost half of her body. "We're happy that we're alive at all," she said, looking up to him. One corner of his lips twitched up, distorting his scarred cheek into a grimace. She didn't care about the disfigurement; she cared about his survival.

Draco plucked her hand out of the air to close his own around it. "Fiendfyre might slow us down, but it won't stop us," he said between kisses on her knuckles.

"It won't," she confirmed and intertwined her damaged fingers with his.


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