In The Dark

PLEASE READ: Characters are Hermione and Draco.
But you can change it in your mind, if you
like.

disclaimer: I don't own anything. Harry Potter
and all the characters belong to J.K. Rowling.

rating: r, to be safe

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It was amazing. It was awful. It was wrong. It
was right. It's impossible to explain what it
was like with him.

We met in the dark, while our world was crashing
down around us. It was all ending, it seemed. We
knew. We understood. This was our last chance.

So, instead of standing beside them, or mailing
our mums and dads, we were with each other when
we died. It was both frightening and reassuring,
at the same time.

Voldemort was back. He defeated us. And as the
walls of our sturdy hearts came crashing down,
we snuck off together. It seems wrong, but at
the same time, so incredibly right.

We finally came together in the ending of the
world we had fought so diligently over.

In the tower, it seemed so surreal yet so cliche
at the same time. People screamed in pain and
terror below as the moonlight framed his silver
androgynous presence.

And he didn't care, that for seven years, he
mocked and harassed me. He didn't care that even
though we made it through those seven years, we
were going to die together, like this. Huddled,
cold, and frightened, pawing at each other like
mad animals.

I guess I didn't care either. It just felt like
a good way to die.

We clawed at each other, our mouths welding
together like flames. It was extremely... It was
just extreme. We clung like there was
no tomorrow. And there wasn't.

We were horribly correct.

Ah. Harry Potter had finally failed. Fallen
Hero. I cried for him, and the others who died
while we furiously made love in the tower above.

It was majestic, and almost holy. We met and
danced together in the dark for the first and
last time, the frustration of seven years of
being together yet apart finally being let out.

Voldemort won. He will kill the muggle world as
well. Maybe he want's to be the only organism
alive, so he can live freely, not in hiding, not
worrying if someone will shriek in fear at the
sight of him or his name.

I wonder if it was worth it. In the end, we
found each other, but lost thousands of others,
and ourselves. Our lives were lost, but came
together. In one night of extreme fearful
passion.

Hey. Maybe he'll call me.