To be Free
Draco walked downed the corridors of Hogwarts. How many times had he
done this before? Follow this same path, never going anywhere. Darkness, how
many times had he avoided it; how many times did he succumb to it? He lost
count years ago, wasn't sure of what he wanted to be, needed to be.
Outside he was what he meant to be. He was cold, condescending, in
control, it hid his insecurities. When he looked in a mirror, he wasn't sure
he liked what he saw.
He was Draco Malfoy, with that came certain responsibilities,
obligations. He was what he had to be, it cost him much more then he could
afford. He didn't know if he was there anymore. If what he saw reflected him,
or something he had been molded to be. The only thing he knew, was that he
wanted to be free.
The skies darkened and Hermione began to hurry towards the castle, it
looked like it was going to rain. She broke out into a full run when she felt
the first drops of rain on her face. It poured harder and harder and Hermione
began to berate herself for loosing track of the time, so caught up in her
thoughts. Looking up at the sky once more, she could tell by the movements on
the horizon that a storm was approaching. She was still a mile away from
school and she began to debate whether she should find shelter or make a run
for it.
She was about to run when something in the air caught her attention. It
was a person on a broom. Hermione gasped in horror as she watched the man
recklessly ride faster and faster through the air. From the looks of it, he
had no intention of slowing down. He was getting closer and closer to the
trees, Hermione was not sure if she could bear to look. The fool was
obviously trying to get himself killed by the way he was flying.
She could not look away, transfixed she watched him, his robes trailing
wildly behind him. Crazy, reckless, wild ... amazing. She could not help the
thrill that went through her body as she watched him weave in and out of the
trees at top speed. Watching Harry on his broom was amazing, but it was
nothing like this. Harry was more controlled, more precise; lacking the
unleashed insanity of the man before her. A man not afraid of death, is a man
not afraid of anything. It chilled her to the bones, so afraid was she for
his safety, yet silently urging him on faster.
I don't know why it happened. One moment I was practicing my Quiditch
skills and the next minute the wind howled at me, screaming for me to follow.
I flew as high and as fast as I could.
I didn't think. All I knew was that I wanted to go faster then my broom
would take me. I sped through the pouring rains, ignoring the drops that
blurred my vision. Suddenly the speed wasn't enough. I flew towards the
forest without bothering to slow down and began to whiz the around the trees,
turning at the last seconds to avoid collisions. I was loosing control of
myself, and it felt so good.
The adrenaline pumped in my body and I was flying. It was when I
realized that this was the closest I would ever come to being free, that I
waited a second to late before I tried to avoid the last tree.
It happened, it was bound to. It was impossible for him to fly that fast
without crashing into something. Yet somehow, Hermione couldn't help but feel
lost. The way he flew, so free. She could almost imagine herself in his
position. Free from the pressures of everyday life, able to risk her life at
whim; flirting with death.
He crashed into the tree hard. He shouldn't have been flying so fast if
he didn't want to get injured she tried to tell herself. But she could almost
swear that he had deliberately been to late in that last turn. Unable to stop
herself she ran opposite from Hogwarts and towards him. Her long wet hair
flew after her as she fought her way through the tangled web of the forest.
So intent was she on reaching him, she did not notice the branches that
ripped at her robes and scratched her face and arms.
He had crashed about a mile away from her. She ran the entire way.
Draco laid there, stunned from the blow his body had felt when he
impacted with the ground. Lying there he his head to the side to see the
remnants of his shattered broom. But he was still alive. The rain blinded him
as he tilted his head back on the ground to face the dark sky, and began to
laugh maniacally.
His body was shaking from his laughter, and he did not hear the ground
scratch against the soles of another persons shoe.
She stood there gasping for breath when she reached him. The man on the
floor was Malfoy, and somehow, Hermione didn't feel too shocked. She walked
towards him.
Draco noticed he was not alone when he felt the presence of another close
to him. He closed his eyes and pretended to faint from injuries. It wasn't
hard, he was so pale that it wasn't hard to believe that he had been knocked
out from a loss of blood.
As he had expected, the person quickly made their way towards him and
knelt down, to check up on him. Opening his eyes suddenly, he caught a
glimpse of who it was before he grabbed her wrists with his hands and flipped
her over, using his body to pin her to the muddy ground. She laid there
before him startled, and slightly out of it, unsure of what had just
happened.
"Granger." He drawled, his implacable face showing no emotions. He leaned
his face close towards hers. "What are you doing here?"
Hermione laid on the ground under Draco, unsure of how she had got there.
Looking up she could see Malfoy, the usual cockiness plastered on his face
with a dangerous glint in his eyes. It was then she realized that she was
pinned underneath him, his hands holding her wrists down like iron bars. She
began to struggle against him to get out of his grip. It was impossible, the
years had made her female body small compared to his male frame. He was
easily able to keep her down, and from the look in his eyes, enjoying the
helplessness of her situation.
"Let me go." Hermione hissed at him.
"Have you ever wanted to loose control?" He asked her, licking a scratch
a sharp branch had given her on her face. The rain continued to pour down on
them harshly, the winds whirling around them. "Have you ever wanted to not
care?" he asked before he pressed his mouth down on hers.
She could taste her blood in her mouth as his tongue forcefully explored
her mouth while he grinded his hips into her body. A shiver of pleasure ran
through her and she moaned into his mouth. He swallowed it, and let go of her
wrists to let his hands crawl over her body. She arched her back towards him
to give him better access to her. Her confusion was being washed away from
the pleasure, and her good sense became more and more muddled with each
touch.
Malfoy's mouth left hers to whisper in her ear. "Have you ever wanted to
give in?"
She wanted to, she felt she almost could. Almost. "I can't." She
whispered, near tears.
Abruptly Malfoy's face hardened and he got off of her, disgusted with her
answer. Without bothering to look back, he walked away from her. Hermione
felt oddly empty as she watched him leave, his comforting warmth replaced by
the rain above.
She stood up trembling, her hair and robes muddy from the ground, and
leaned against the same tree Malfoy had earlier crashed into. "But I want
to." She said to his retreating figure. And she desperately wanted to, but
she couldn't. Her future, her life, she could not give up.
Draco froze when he heard her voice. Without giving her a second to brace
herself he whirled around and strode towards her, harshly pushing her against
the tree trunk with his body before he attacked her mouth with his. He let
her go after a minute and coolly watched her unsteady body slide down the
side of the tree, onto the floor.
"You'll give in. Everybody does."
Hermione sat there, her back leaning against the tree trunk, and watched
Draco walk away; his voice echoing in her head.
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She was not able to look at Draco for the next week. Not that it mattered, he
treated her exactly the same. Looking into his face she saw nothing but the
same scorn which had always been reserved for her muggle blood. Sometimes she
wondered if she hadn't made up what had happened in her head; a figment of
her imagination.
She tried not to think of it as she buried herself farther into her studies,
trying to erase certain memories with an absurd amount of knowledge.
Hermione was well trained in the art of studying. She could absorb her self
in a book in less then five minutes, blocking out the world around her. It
was her refuge; what she used to escape from the truth that threatened to
break the sanity of her comfortable world. It was between those moments, when
she put her book down and dared to rest that her brain would began to
question the validity of Malfoy's statement.
"Do you ever want to give in?"
So simple, so able to rock the very soul of her being. Frustrated with the
turn of her thoughts, that constantly seem to betray her at every chance, she
slammed her book shut.
"You'll give in. Everybody does."
Not her, never her. She would never give in she screamed angrily at him in
her head as she threw the book at an imaginary Malfoy head. Do you hear me
Malfoy, I'll never give in.
It was a month until graduation, then she would never have to think of that
prick and his confusing behavior patterns again. Sighing she walked towards
where she had flung the book and picked it up, dusting off the cover guilty.
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What had made him do it? He didn't know, he just saw her and something in him
snapped. The way she looked at him; it made him want to throw her on the
floor and fuck her until they were both free.
Her eyes, they echoed what he had felt at that moment, the desire.
It was to much easier to give in, so much easier. He wasn't sure if he would
be able to fight for his freedom much longer.
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Just breathe, Hermione told herself as she went to the podium to recite her
speech. "Friends, family, and fellow students, we are gathered here today to
embark on a new journey. We hope..." She continued on, the people in front of
her combining to become one big colorful blur. She droned on, her heart not
in the coveted task.
After the graduation she went to the library one last time. To see it before
she left, to never again return as a young student searching for knowledge.
It was there she saw Draco immaculate and leaning against a book shelf;
waiting for her.
"Granger."
"Malfoy." She replied, a sudden attack of panic gripping her heart. She was
not ready for this, not ready to see him.
He slowly walked towards her; she did not turn away.
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Hermione had always pictures herself with Harry as the one she would loose
her virginity to. They would be together, and he would take her gently
whispering her name over and over in her ear. They would be married or dating
and it would be romantic. In a room filled with flowers, a bed with silk
sheets, and they would love each other.
She did not expect to loose it to Draco Malfoy on the eve of her graduation
against the same tree he had crashed into before. There was no love, no name
calling; just the continuos assault of passion that arose between them, the
bark of the tree digging into her back.
Afterwards they had dressed and sat away from each other. Neither facing the
other. The still night was broke by one word.
"Why?"
"You are my last taste of freedom." With that said he stood up and once more
disappeared into the night, leaving Hermione bewildered and alone.
That was the last time she saw him.
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Several years later Hermione and Harry did fall in love. It had been his
first time and there had been flowers and silk sheets. He had called her name
over and over again, and she never once doubted his love. It had been loving and
gentle and when it was over he held her in his arm, stroking her hair with his hand.
He realized she was not a virgin, but did not ask questions. He was always
understanding like that. It was enough that she was with him. And she loved him.
And it was enough.
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The Last Stand
It was the last stand. The battle was over, and there were barely any people
left to continue to fight. Witches, wizards, muggles all together, joined to
fight this evil that had torn their world apart. Many of them already knew
that it was a hopeless cause, and preferred to die fighting; before they let
their world be taken over by the evil forces. It was a suicide mission, the
final good-bye.
Their hope had been extinguished when Harry had died. It had been his
mission, his destiny to save the world from Voldermort. In the end he choose
her over everyone. He had protected her with himself, at the cost of the
world.
Ron did not fault her. He knew it was not her fault, and he respected the
decision that Harry had made. But Hermione, she could feel other's eyes on
her when she walked past them. The whisper, the murmur, she had cost them
their hope. Their hero. Their resentment slowly turned towards hate as the
world became a darker and darker place. They began to despise her for what
she stood for, the destruction of everything they knew. Little did they know,
that her self-hate rode above everyone else's.
That fateful night, the night that had determined their futures; she had
begged him to let her go. To let her die; to save the world. He hesitated
only to tell her he loved her before he stepped into the flames to save her.
Only her. He valued her above everything he knew, everyone he loved.
It was not his fate to fall in love. It wasn't supposed to happen this way.
Nothing was supposed to come between him and the fall of Voldermort, but she
had. And everyone was paying dearly for that.
Sometimes she tried to hate Harry for what he had done. For the idiocy of
giving up his destiny to save one single measly person. She could never hate
him though, because she knew. He loved her, as she loved him. Still she
thought angrily to herself, what was the point of his sacrifice if she was
left to live in a barren world where she would probably end up dying anyway?
Death would have been preferable to the daily tortures she was exposed to.
She would not have been selfish and given up the world for one person her
heart wailed.
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She joined the last battle; like everyone else, her only wish was to die in
fighting. To kill as many of them before she was gone forever. God would not
be so kind to the one that had caused the destruction of humanity.
Unbeknownst to her, she had also become the symbol of the destruction of
Harry to Voldermort and his supporters.
They knew as everyone else, that she had got in the way of Harry's destiny to
rid the world of it's evil. For that, there was a price on her. No one was to
kill her, she was to become a living trophy of the downfall of all that was
good. She was the reward, the most powerful of all witches; Harry's love,
Harry's destruction. The one that would prove himself the most on the battle
field would be given what had once belonged to the Great Harry. It was part
of the sadistic humor that made the Death Eaters want to keep her intact, a
living reminder of their triumph.
She had fought valiantly, and when the time came, she tried to die. When she
saw her comrades, her friends, people she had went to school with at Hogwarts
fall to their deaths she tried to follow. She did to no avail. No one would
kill her.
In the end it was Hermione alone who survived. Harry had gotten his wish,
Hermione had remained alive. To live another day in the horrid world with
nothing but guilt and shame. Guilt for being the cause of the destruction of
everything she had ever known; shame for being alive when everyone else was
dead.
She had seen Fred and George weave in and out of the field madly, covering
each other while the other threw curses at death eaters. It hadn't taken long
for George to get shot, and his death had caused Fred to go insane, lashing
out at everyone he could reach. He too died soon afterwards, protecting his
other half's body. Ginny, she had been hit by a deadly cures by one of the
many of the hooded Death Eaters. She died before she knew what had happened.
Lavender, Mcgonagall, Sirius ... all dead on that field. Lucky fools she
thought to herself as she stood there alone, amidst the bodies littered on
the earth, unsure of why she was still alive; surrounded by indistinguishable
witches and wizards in bloody black robes.
It was then she realized they had no intention of killing her. It was then
she took her wand and pointed to herself, intent on ending her misery. The
leader who had turned out to be Voldermort, was able to disarm before she
could harm herself and walked towards her, smiling sinisterly as he told her
of her fate.
"I will give you the gift of life girl, because you are the destruction of
good and the rise of the dark age."
"I don't want anything from you," she spat at him. Her fury from Harry's
death not diminished by time.
Voldermort smiled complacently. "Don't you wish to hear of your fate?"
He continued as she was unwilling to answer. "You will be given to my second
in command, who more then proved that he was the most ferocious in battle;
killing many of you in one blow. It is he who will be honored with you."
"I would rather die." Hermione replied.
"Unfortunately for you, you don't have that choice."
"Malfoy." Voldermort's voice cracked.
Hermione started at the name.
"Here she is, your prize." Voldermort sneered towards her. "Take her and do
as you will."
A covered figure walked towards them, raw power emanating from his body. He
reeked of dark magic and Hermione recognized him as the one that had taken
down Sirius, Ginny and Fred, a few among the many. He reached his hand
towards his hood and slipped it off, the cold face of Draco Malfoy appearing
before her. Before she could react he pointed towards her and they both
apparated out of the field. Hermione became faint and the world blacked out,
all she could hear was the triumphant laughter of the death eater's around
her.
Draco walked downed the corridors of Hogwarts. How many times had he
done this before? Follow this same path, never going anywhere. Darkness, how
many times had he avoided it; how many times did he succumb to it? He lost
count years ago, wasn't sure of what he wanted to be, needed to be.
Outside he was what he meant to be. He was cold, condescending, in
control, it hid his insecurities. When he looked in a mirror, he wasn't sure
he liked what he saw.
He was Draco Malfoy, with that came certain responsibilities,
obligations. He was what he had to be, it cost him much more then he could
afford. He didn't know if he was there anymore. If what he saw reflected him,
or something he had been molded to be. The only thing he knew, was that he
wanted to be free.
The skies darkened and Hermione began to hurry towards the castle, it
looked like it was going to rain. She broke out into a full run when she felt
the first drops of rain on her face. It poured harder and harder and Hermione
began to berate herself for loosing track of the time, so caught up in her
thoughts. Looking up at the sky once more, she could tell by the movements on
the horizon that a storm was approaching. She was still a mile away from
school and she began to debate whether she should find shelter or make a run
for it.
She was about to run when something in the air caught her attention. It
was a person on a broom. Hermione gasped in horror as she watched the man
recklessly ride faster and faster through the air. From the looks of it, he
had no intention of slowing down. He was getting closer and closer to the
trees, Hermione was not sure if she could bear to look. The fool was
obviously trying to get himself killed by the way he was flying.
She could not look away, transfixed she watched him, his robes trailing
wildly behind him. Crazy, reckless, wild ... amazing. She could not help the
thrill that went through her body as she watched him weave in and out of the
trees at top speed. Watching Harry on his broom was amazing, but it was
nothing like this. Harry was more controlled, more precise; lacking the
unleashed insanity of the man before her. A man not afraid of death, is a man
not afraid of anything. It chilled her to the bones, so afraid was she for
his safety, yet silently urging him on faster.
I don't know why it happened. One moment I was practicing my Quiditch
skills and the next minute the wind howled at me, screaming for me to follow.
I flew as high and as fast as I could.
I didn't think. All I knew was that I wanted to go faster then my broom
would take me. I sped through the pouring rains, ignoring the drops that
blurred my vision. Suddenly the speed wasn't enough. I flew towards the
forest without bothering to slow down and began to whiz the around the trees,
turning at the last seconds to avoid collisions. I was loosing control of
myself, and it felt so good.
The adrenaline pumped in my body and I was flying. It was when I
realized that this was the closest I would ever come to being free, that I
waited a second to late before I tried to avoid the last tree.
It happened, it was bound to. It was impossible for him to fly that fast
without crashing into something. Yet somehow, Hermione couldn't help but feel
lost. The way he flew, so free. She could almost imagine herself in his
position. Free from the pressures of everyday life, able to risk her life at
whim; flirting with death.
He crashed into the tree hard. He shouldn't have been flying so fast if
he didn't want to get injured she tried to tell herself. But she could almost
swear that he had deliberately been to late in that last turn. Unable to stop
herself she ran opposite from Hogwarts and towards him. Her long wet hair
flew after her as she fought her way through the tangled web of the forest.
So intent was she on reaching him, she did not notice the branches that
ripped at her robes and scratched her face and arms.
He had crashed about a mile away from her. She ran the entire way.
Draco laid there, stunned from the blow his body had felt when he
impacted with the ground. Lying there he his head to the side to see the
remnants of his shattered broom. But he was still alive. The rain blinded him
as he tilted his head back on the ground to face the dark sky, and began to
laugh maniacally.
His body was shaking from his laughter, and he did not hear the ground
scratch against the soles of another persons shoe.
She stood there gasping for breath when she reached him. The man on the
floor was Malfoy, and somehow, Hermione didn't feel too shocked. She walked
towards him.
Draco noticed he was not alone when he felt the presence of another close
to him. He closed his eyes and pretended to faint from injuries. It wasn't
hard, he was so pale that it wasn't hard to believe that he had been knocked
out from a loss of blood.
As he had expected, the person quickly made their way towards him and
knelt down, to check up on him. Opening his eyes suddenly, he caught a
glimpse of who it was before he grabbed her wrists with his hands and flipped
her over, using his body to pin her to the muddy ground. She laid there
before him startled, and slightly out of it, unsure of what had just
happened.
"Granger." He drawled, his implacable face showing no emotions. He leaned
his face close towards hers. "What are you doing here?"
Hermione laid on the ground under Draco, unsure of how she had got there.
Looking up she could see Malfoy, the usual cockiness plastered on his face
with a dangerous glint in his eyes. It was then she realized that she was
pinned underneath him, his hands holding her wrists down like iron bars. She
began to struggle against him to get out of his grip. It was impossible, the
years had made her female body small compared to his male frame. He was
easily able to keep her down, and from the look in his eyes, enjoying the
helplessness of her situation.
"Let me go." Hermione hissed at him.
"Have you ever wanted to loose control?" He asked her, licking a scratch
a sharp branch had given her on her face. The rain continued to pour down on
them harshly, the winds whirling around them. "Have you ever wanted to not
care?" he asked before he pressed his mouth down on hers.
She could taste her blood in her mouth as his tongue forcefully explored
her mouth while he grinded his hips into her body. A shiver of pleasure ran
through her and she moaned into his mouth. He swallowed it, and let go of her
wrists to let his hands crawl over her body. She arched her back towards him
to give him better access to her. Her confusion was being washed away from
the pleasure, and her good sense became more and more muddled with each
touch.
Malfoy's mouth left hers to whisper in her ear. "Have you ever wanted to
give in?"
She wanted to, she felt she almost could. Almost. "I can't." She
whispered, near tears.
Abruptly Malfoy's face hardened and he got off of her, disgusted with her
answer. Without bothering to look back, he walked away from her. Hermione
felt oddly empty as she watched him leave, his comforting warmth replaced by
the rain above.
She stood up trembling, her hair and robes muddy from the ground, and
leaned against the same tree Malfoy had earlier crashed into. "But I want
to." She said to his retreating figure. And she desperately wanted to, but
she couldn't. Her future, her life, she could not give up.
Draco froze when he heard her voice. Without giving her a second to brace
herself he whirled around and strode towards her, harshly pushing her against
the tree trunk with his body before he attacked her mouth with his. He let
her go after a minute and coolly watched her unsteady body slide down the
side of the tree, onto the floor.
"You'll give in. Everybody does."
Hermione sat there, her back leaning against the tree trunk, and watched
Draco walk away; his voice echoing in her head.
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She was not able to look at Draco for the next week. Not that it mattered, he
treated her exactly the same. Looking into his face she saw nothing but the
same scorn which had always been reserved for her muggle blood. Sometimes she
wondered if she hadn't made up what had happened in her head; a figment of
her imagination.
She tried not to think of it as she buried herself farther into her studies,
trying to erase certain memories with an absurd amount of knowledge.
Hermione was well trained in the art of studying. She could absorb her self
in a book in less then five minutes, blocking out the world around her. It
was her refuge; what she used to escape from the truth that threatened to
break the sanity of her comfortable world. It was between those moments, when
she put her book down and dared to rest that her brain would began to
question the validity of Malfoy's statement.
"Do you ever want to give in?"
So simple, so able to rock the very soul of her being. Frustrated with the
turn of her thoughts, that constantly seem to betray her at every chance, she
slammed her book shut.
"You'll give in. Everybody does."
Not her, never her. She would never give in she screamed angrily at him in
her head as she threw the book at an imaginary Malfoy head. Do you hear me
Malfoy, I'll never give in.
It was a month until graduation, then she would never have to think of that
prick and his confusing behavior patterns again. Sighing she walked towards
where she had flung the book and picked it up, dusting off the cover guilty.
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What had made him do it? He didn't know, he just saw her and something in him
snapped. The way she looked at him; it made him want to throw her on the
floor and fuck her until they were both free.
Her eyes, they echoed what he had felt at that moment, the desire.
It was to much easier to give in, so much easier. He wasn't sure if he would
be able to fight for his freedom much longer.
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Just breathe, Hermione told herself as she went to the podium to recite her
speech. "Friends, family, and fellow students, we are gathered here today to
embark on a new journey. We hope..." She continued on, the people in front of
her combining to become one big colorful blur. She droned on, her heart not
in the coveted task.
After the graduation she went to the library one last time. To see it before
she left, to never again return as a young student searching for knowledge.
It was there she saw Draco immaculate and leaning against a book shelf;
waiting for her.
"Granger."
"Malfoy." She replied, a sudden attack of panic gripping her heart. She was
not ready for this, not ready to see him.
He slowly walked towards her; she did not turn away.
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Hermione had always pictures herself with Harry as the one she would loose
her virginity to. They would be together, and he would take her gently
whispering her name over and over in her ear. They would be married or dating
and it would be romantic. In a room filled with flowers, a bed with silk
sheets, and they would love each other.
She did not expect to loose it to Draco Malfoy on the eve of her graduation
against the same tree he had crashed into before. There was no love, no name
calling; just the continuos assault of passion that arose between them, the
bark of the tree digging into her back.
Afterwards they had dressed and sat away from each other. Neither facing the
other. The still night was broke by one word.
"Why?"
"You are my last taste of freedom." With that said he stood up and once more
disappeared into the night, leaving Hermione bewildered and alone.
That was the last time she saw him.
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Several years later Hermione and Harry did fall in love. It had been his
first time and there had been flowers and silk sheets. He had called her name
over and over again, and she never once doubted his love. It had been loving and
gentle and when it was over he held her in his arm, stroking her hair with his hand.
He realized she was not a virgin, but did not ask questions. He was always
understanding like that. It was enough that she was with him. And she loved him.
And it was enough.
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The Last Stand
It was the last stand. The battle was over, and there were barely any people
left to continue to fight. Witches, wizards, muggles all together, joined to
fight this evil that had torn their world apart. Many of them already knew
that it was a hopeless cause, and preferred to die fighting; before they let
their world be taken over by the evil forces. It was a suicide mission, the
final good-bye.
Their hope had been extinguished when Harry had died. It had been his
mission, his destiny to save the world from Voldermort. In the end he choose
her over everyone. He had protected her with himself, at the cost of the
world.
Ron did not fault her. He knew it was not her fault, and he respected the
decision that Harry had made. But Hermione, she could feel other's eyes on
her when she walked past them. The whisper, the murmur, she had cost them
their hope. Their hero. Their resentment slowly turned towards hate as the
world became a darker and darker place. They began to despise her for what
she stood for, the destruction of everything they knew. Little did they know,
that her self-hate rode above everyone else's.
That fateful night, the night that had determined their futures; she had
begged him to let her go. To let her die; to save the world. He hesitated
only to tell her he loved her before he stepped into the flames to save her.
Only her. He valued her above everything he knew, everyone he loved.
It was not his fate to fall in love. It wasn't supposed to happen this way.
Nothing was supposed to come between him and the fall of Voldermort, but she
had. And everyone was paying dearly for that.
Sometimes she tried to hate Harry for what he had done. For the idiocy of
giving up his destiny to save one single measly person. She could never hate
him though, because she knew. He loved her, as she loved him. Still she
thought angrily to herself, what was the point of his sacrifice if she was
left to live in a barren world where she would probably end up dying anyway?
Death would have been preferable to the daily tortures she was exposed to.
She would not have been selfish and given up the world for one person her
heart wailed.
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She joined the last battle; like everyone else, her only wish was to die in
fighting. To kill as many of them before she was gone forever. God would not
be so kind to the one that had caused the destruction of humanity.
Unbeknownst to her, she had also become the symbol of the destruction of
Harry to Voldermort and his supporters.
They knew as everyone else, that she had got in the way of Harry's destiny to
rid the world of it's evil. For that, there was a price on her. No one was to
kill her, she was to become a living trophy of the downfall of all that was
good. She was the reward, the most powerful of all witches; Harry's love,
Harry's destruction. The one that would prove himself the most on the battle
field would be given what had once belonged to the Great Harry. It was part
of the sadistic humor that made the Death Eaters want to keep her intact, a
living reminder of their triumph.
She had fought valiantly, and when the time came, she tried to die. When she
saw her comrades, her friends, people she had went to school with at Hogwarts
fall to their deaths she tried to follow. She did to no avail. No one would
kill her.
In the end it was Hermione alone who survived. Harry had gotten his wish,
Hermione had remained alive. To live another day in the horrid world with
nothing but guilt and shame. Guilt for being the cause of the destruction of
everything she had ever known; shame for being alive when everyone else was
dead.
She had seen Fred and George weave in and out of the field madly, covering
each other while the other threw curses at death eaters. It hadn't taken long
for George to get shot, and his death had caused Fred to go insane, lashing
out at everyone he could reach. He too died soon afterwards, protecting his
other half's body. Ginny, she had been hit by a deadly cures by one of the
many of the hooded Death Eaters. She died before she knew what had happened.
Lavender, Mcgonagall, Sirius ... all dead on that field. Lucky fools she
thought to herself as she stood there alone, amidst the bodies littered on
the earth, unsure of why she was still alive; surrounded by indistinguishable
witches and wizards in bloody black robes.
It was then she realized they had no intention of killing her. It was then
she took her wand and pointed to herself, intent on ending her misery. The
leader who had turned out to be Voldermort, was able to disarm before she
could harm herself and walked towards her, smiling sinisterly as he told her
of her fate.
"I will give you the gift of life girl, because you are the destruction of
good and the rise of the dark age."
"I don't want anything from you," she spat at him. Her fury from Harry's
death not diminished by time.
Voldermort smiled complacently. "Don't you wish to hear of your fate?"
He continued as she was unwilling to answer. "You will be given to my second
in command, who more then proved that he was the most ferocious in battle;
killing many of you in one blow. It is he who will be honored with you."
"I would rather die." Hermione replied.
"Unfortunately for you, you don't have that choice."
"Malfoy." Voldermort's voice cracked.
Hermione started at the name.
"Here she is, your prize." Voldermort sneered towards her. "Take her and do
as you will."
A covered figure walked towards them, raw power emanating from his body. He
reeked of dark magic and Hermione recognized him as the one that had taken
down Sirius, Ginny and Fred, a few among the many. He reached his hand
towards his hood and slipped it off, the cold face of Draco Malfoy appearing
before her. Before she could react he pointed towards her and they both
apparated out of the field. Hermione became faint and the world blacked out,
all she could hear was the triumphant laughter of the death eater's around
her.
