A/n: This is really sad and depressing, which is something I don't write often, but decided to write today. It's three chapters, one of Hermione, one of Draco, and an epilogue of sorts. Now the title is Star-Crossed Lovers because that is part of a line in Romeo and Juliet. At the end of the play, R+J died. You do the math. Despite the depressing part, it's rather good (not brag or anything :) )
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Literally, nothing. I live in a cardboard box under the bridge...Just read the fic and don't sue me please.
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Star-Crossed Lovers
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*Hermione*
Breathe.
I don't know what it was about him that caught my
eye. Was it his platinum hair? Those silver-grey eyes,
So full of emotion, of love when he touched me.
No. It was his soul, made for mine. His soul, calling me
for so long before I gave in and loved him as I had wanted
to for so long.
Breathe.
But I can't have him, can I? No, because he will forever be
a slave to darkness, a prisoner in his father's home. And I,
I shall always be Hermione the smart one, who never does
a thing out of the ordinary. Studying, reading, being
Harry Potter's friend and Ron Weasley's sparring partner,
and to some degree, friend.
Breathe.
When I am gone, they will say "That smart girl who used to
hang around Harry Potter and his red haired friend, what was
her name again?". They will remember my name, nod, and go
about their business, and no one will dare to mention my
'untimely' death. I will be distant memory to them, and to
Harry and Ron, I will be the girl who was once happy to
be who she was. My dear friends will never know that I
loved their sworn enemy, that I would give my life for him.
And so, I am giving my life. For him.
One more breathe.
I stare at three remaining pills, lined on my desk in my bedroom
at home. I will die in my house, the window open, lace curtains
fluttering in a soft summer breeze. Just three more to go. Three
tiny capsules. But first, I must say good bye to him. I turn to the
silver owl perched on my windowsill, the owl he sent to tell me
that his father was holding him at the manor for the rest of the
summer, that he'd been threatened with death if he dared contact
her.
Two pills left, now...
I take the letter I wrote, and give it to the owl to take to him. He
sent me that last letter fearing for his life, and now I send him my
final letter, ending my life. If I can't be with him, I can be with no
one. I can't bare my life without him in it, can't go a day without
his touch or his kiss. I can't.
One last pill...
I finish the pills. What was moments ago a neat line of pills,
siting there like a line of tiny white soldiers at attention. Those
tiny pills will take away my pain now, and I will sleep forever,
dreaming of my beloved Draco.
I lie down and close my eyes, sleep creeping through my veins.
He creeps through my veins, flooding my senses, and the last
thing I see is a vision of his eyes, full of love....
Black.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Literally, nothing. I live in a cardboard box under the bridge...Just read the fic and don't sue me please.
~*~
Star-Crossed Lovers
~*~
*Hermione*
Breathe.
I don't know what it was about him that caught my
eye. Was it his platinum hair? Those silver-grey eyes,
So full of emotion, of love when he touched me.
No. It was his soul, made for mine. His soul, calling me
for so long before I gave in and loved him as I had wanted
to for so long.
Breathe.
But I can't have him, can I? No, because he will forever be
a slave to darkness, a prisoner in his father's home. And I,
I shall always be Hermione the smart one, who never does
a thing out of the ordinary. Studying, reading, being
Harry Potter's friend and Ron Weasley's sparring partner,
and to some degree, friend.
Breathe.
When I am gone, they will say "That smart girl who used to
hang around Harry Potter and his red haired friend, what was
her name again?". They will remember my name, nod, and go
about their business, and no one will dare to mention my
'untimely' death. I will be distant memory to them, and to
Harry and Ron, I will be the girl who was once happy to
be who she was. My dear friends will never know that I
loved their sworn enemy, that I would give my life for him.
And so, I am giving my life. For him.
One more breathe.
I stare at three remaining pills, lined on my desk in my bedroom
at home. I will die in my house, the window open, lace curtains
fluttering in a soft summer breeze. Just three more to go. Three
tiny capsules. But first, I must say good bye to him. I turn to the
silver owl perched on my windowsill, the owl he sent to tell me
that his father was holding him at the manor for the rest of the
summer, that he'd been threatened with death if he dared contact
her.
Two pills left, now...
I take the letter I wrote, and give it to the owl to take to him. He
sent me that last letter fearing for his life, and now I send him my
final letter, ending my life. If I can't be with him, I can be with no
one. I can't bare my life without him in it, can't go a day without
his touch or his kiss. I can't.
One last pill...
I finish the pills. What was moments ago a neat line of pills,
siting there like a line of tiny white soldiers at attention. Those
tiny pills will take away my pain now, and I will sleep forever,
dreaming of my beloved Draco.
I lie down and close my eyes, sleep creeping through my veins.
He creeps through my veins, flooding my senses, and the last
thing I see is a vision of his eyes, full of love....
Black.