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Water to my Flame
Hermione ran. She had to get away, fast. Now. There was no time to waste. She couldn't stay there any longer. She had tried. Merlin, she tried. She had wanted to make it work. But it was doomed from the start. A Slytherin and a Gryffindor. A Pureblood and a muggleborn. She had no chance. But she wanted there to have been. There was for a few years. But not now. Not anymore. She had to get away. By any means necessary
Draco looked upon the grounds from the manor window. He knew that she never agreed. She had loved him. She had stood by him. He should have stopped before, when he still had her, when he could have saved their relationship. But no. They fell apart. He had pushed them, apart. He had pushed her to her limits and even knowing where she drew the line, he couldn't help himself but cross it. She ran away carrying the remains of his shattered heart.
There was a time when they burned bright, Back at Hogwarts. They started dating in 4th year. Draco felt his jealousy roar when he caught her with Krum. They started dating shortly after. They remained Hogwarts secret couple for years, until 6th year. No one knew about their affair, no one knew about their love. No one knew that they shared a bed every night, the secret glances, the secret notes. They flourished in the environment
Then they had begun to fight more often, louder, angrier. He had never hit her. He would never do that. He was branded. She understood that it was not his choice. She understood that he had one mission with Dark Lord. She didn't understand why he had to leave her every other night to torture or scare innocent muggles and muggleborns.
Some days he apologised, he made it up to her the best way he knew how. Other days, their arguments escalated beyond reconciliation, and it ended with rough, dark passionate hate-fuelled sex. Some other days, they just walked away. This time. It had gone too far. It had gone on too long. There was no saving it. He hated that she left. He hated that she had taken his heart with him. But what he hated more was that he didn't blame her.
It felt like an age ago. But 5th year, they were on the same page. They were on the same side. They knew the inevitable. But he was happy to do the bare minimum. The war was a game, and they each had their battle plans. They had worked out that they could stay together. Draco could do whatever he had to do to stay in Voldemort's good books, but he would relay information to the light side.
They worked, they clicked. They challenged each other. Mentally and physically. They were on the same side. They were in love. Their spark was more like fire. No one had ever had that effect on either one of them, before or since. But he pushed them apart. He threw water on their flame.
Draco was a King. He was when he was in Hogwarts and he was outside. Even when he did the bare minimum. He was treated like royalty. Hermione could have been his Queen. She was, for a short while. A short 6 months, she lived with him in Malfoy manor. More like a castle than a manor. She moved in when he proposed. She wore his ring on her finger. She'd never been happier.
But no. He had pushed her away. She had let him go. She had gone. She stole his star. She really hurt him. And only he was to blame.