Hermione stood on the bridge. What had she gotten herself into? She
swayed on her feet, and grasped the railing, and looked up into the sky,
raindrops splashing on her. She shivered, then stared down into the creek.
"Harry where are you?" she asked to no one in particular. She and Harry,
were meant to meet at the cold rock bridge, for their 2nd anniversary, and
to celebrate being 20 together. But Harry hadn't shown up, and she was
alone now, soaking wet. Hermione paced the bridge, she had contemplated
putting warming charms on her cloak, but messed up the first 3 times and
gave up. She sighed, and leaned over to look at her reflection in the
creek, and gasped. It looked as if two people were standing there. She
turned around and saw no one, so wondering if her eyes were playing tricks
on her, stared back into the water.
Two hours later, Hermione grew tired of waiting, and was getting ready to leave, when she remembered that of course, she walked there. She hit her forehead with the heel of her hand. "I'm so utterly completely stupid!" She yelled, then pondered which way was back home. The landscape had changed considerably by the quickly darkening sky.
Then, it happened all so fast. A tall strong looking figure darted out in front of the path. She only saw it for a moment, a flicker of silver, and then nothing. She shook her head and looked again, and then felt a hand on her shoulder. She looked at it, not daring to turn, the hand clad in black leather gloves had a comforting hold on her shoulder. "Who. Who are you?" she whispered. There was no answer, so she turned. If she was hoping for Harry she would have been utterly disappointed. The man opened an arm out, and without thinking, leaned closer. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder, his heavy black cloak protecting her. "He smells familiar, all most like.. No" thoughts raced through her mind, as she softly breathed in the scent of him. She could hear his pulse, from leaning her head on his neck. He led her into the trees, protecting her from the already heavy rain.
In a short while, they reached a small house. Not large from the outside, but when they entered the through the door, the house seemed to expand, he gestured to a sofa, that was in front of a fireplace. Grateful for the heat, she sat took off her cloak and hung it up on the rack by the door, and sat down. A little while later, the man returned, and handed her a steaming cup of coffee. She smiled. "So, who are you?" she asked, trying to see his face. He sighed heavily, she couldn't really hear it, but she could see it. He reached two hands up, decidedly pale hands she noted (now that he took his gloves off) and lowered the hood. She blinked. He shrugged, and stretched his legs out infront of the fire, and took a sip of his coffee. "How. How can it be you?" she asked, she paled.
"Well, a Malfoy always survives. Even if it is living as a muggle." Draco's voice was low, and it made Hermione shiver. "How did you find me?" Hermione expelled a breath she had been holding in. "Fate. I saw you pass, and I knew you were feeling excited, and then it turned to sadness." He answered. Hermione looked confused. "Empathy. I find the more I try to run away from wizarding rules, and concepts, the more they find me." He answered her, unfazed by the odd look on her face. Hermione looked up at his eyes. If they weren't already impassive enough when she knew him, they were now impossible to read it was like looking at a silvery blue wall.
"Look.." Hermione tried to start, but was cut off by a wave of Draco's hand. "I'm married." She blurted out. Draco nodded. "And, so. I'm not sure me being here is. In the rules." She said awkwardly. "It's in the rules." He answered, putting another log onto the fire. He looked stronger then the last time she saw him, now being able to see him clearer without his cloak on. "Ok, this is weird. But. Do you still have "feelings" for me?" she asked, not wanting to "walk on eggshells". Draco stared at her, and smirked. "Of course. You were, are and always will be my love. But now, you're married and have a life. And I. I have chosen exile." He answered. "You can come back to the Wizarding world, Draco." She answered quickly. "No, I can't. Voldermort would be able to find me easier. Its better this way." He sounded wistful. They lapsed into silence. She leaned over closer, and rested her head on his shoulder. He put his arm around her other shoulder lightly, she could almost hear himself restraining himself from doing anything more then that. She listened to the peaceful beating of his heart.
Hours later, Draco stood up gently, and covered her with a blanket, and sat down, with his back to the fire watching her sleep. She looked so peaceful and beautiful, like an angel. He knew he would have to take her to her home. Lightly, he brushed his hand over her cheek, not meaning to wake her, but she did. Her eyes flew open. He pulled his hand back quickly. "Draco!" She looked shocked. "Your hands! They're freezing!" Draco nodded. "Why?" she asked, sitting up. "Oh, that." He pulled up his sleeve, the Dark Mark glinted silverish in the firelight. "He's trying to find me." He said quickly. "Draco.. I'm so sorry." she said. "Only one magic thing this time." He stood, putting his cloak back on, and bringing her, her own. "What?" she looked puzzled. "Do you want to forget this? Or remember it always?" he asked, watching as she put her deep red cloak on. She looked sad, then bit her lip. "I want to remember this always." She answered. Draco held out a hand, a small ball began to form itself hovering a little over his palm. It was the size of a small bouncy ball, silver, black and green. With his other hand, he summoned a necklace, and put the little ball into its silver cage and handed it to her. "What?" she held the necklace gently in her hand, it was beautiful in its way. "It's a small piece of me. If I die, the light will extinguish. And it is then, when I will not be able to save you when your on a bridge late at night, when its raining." He grinned, but it didn't reach his eyes. Hermione shook her head, and hugged him. He inhaled the sweet smell of her hair, and moved his hands up and down her back, then broke away. "Do you want me to put it on you?" he asked, she could have sworn she had seen a look of weakness in his eyes, but she blinked and it was gone. "Sure alright." She turned and pulled up her hair, and he clasped it around her neck, and the clasp vanished and it was now not able to be taken off. "Thank you."
Hermione woke in her bed. Her hand flew to her neck, and gasped, Harry wasn't home yet, and she was feeling horribly sad. The kids had gone to see a movie with their friends. She looked at the necklace, the light was blinking, and fading. She grasped at it. "No.. No. Don't leave me. No!" She whispered, but with a sinking heart knew, that Voldermort had succeeded and found him. She swallowed hard, as a tear slipped down her cheek, the necklace seemed to loose it's shine, and the clasp undid itself. Her hand clasped the necklace, it was like loosing and arm or a leg, or something that she had had forever. For five years it had hung there. She lay back down, looking at it, the ball had disappeared, and all that was left, was a cage and a chain. She cried. Harry came home, looking quite cheerful, but stopped short at the door and stared for a moment, then raced over. "Darling, Hermione! What's wrong?" he ran over, and sat down on the bed, wrapping his arms around her. She couldn't really explain, and sobbed uncontrollably into his shoulder. "Ssh. Ssh, there there. It's alright, you can tell me when you're ready." He whispered, and saw what she was holding. A Life's Essence necklace. Every Wizard was given one, and only one. He had given his, which was a bracelet, to Hermione. And she had given hers to him. "Who's. Who's pendant necklace is that?" he asked slowly. Hermione shook her head.
When she finally did talk, it was two days later. And the family was seated down at the table. "I'll tell you when I'm ready." She told them all, serving them dinner. Harry looked almost disappointed, and the two children, Mark and Ren looked confused. For the next two months, Hermione was a wreck, just a total and complete wreck. But after those two months, Harry and Hermione and their two children went to a graveyard, where Hermione left three black roses at an un-marked tombstone in the Malfoy area. Harry and the two kids, of course never knew who's grave she left the flowers at, because they were asked to wait in the car.
Hermione went to the office, and asked them to put an inscription on the tombstone, seeing as Lucious and Narcissa were no longer alive to do so. And so his tombstone read:
Draco Thomas Malfoy Lost but never forgotten Loved always. The Dragon lives in her Heart forever
~*~ Fin
A/N: No chars are mine, making no money, no need to sue. And yes, I wanted to write in this again, and it isn't really another Alt. Ending, just a more detailed look in it. Again, at 25 Draco was murdered by Voldermort, with the 'Avada K' (my nickname for it) curse, he had the Crusious (is that how it's spelled?) curse left on him for an hour. So the Avada K was relief for him. And no, Hermione never told anyone who's grave she left the roses for, and never told anyone why she had been so upset. Harry had suspected, but never really thought about it being true, Ren married at 23 and she had three children. Mark never married, but instead became devoted to sharing Salvation to everyone in the Wizarding world.
Two hours later, Hermione grew tired of waiting, and was getting ready to leave, when she remembered that of course, she walked there. She hit her forehead with the heel of her hand. "I'm so utterly completely stupid!" She yelled, then pondered which way was back home. The landscape had changed considerably by the quickly darkening sky.
Then, it happened all so fast. A tall strong looking figure darted out in front of the path. She only saw it for a moment, a flicker of silver, and then nothing. She shook her head and looked again, and then felt a hand on her shoulder. She looked at it, not daring to turn, the hand clad in black leather gloves had a comforting hold on her shoulder. "Who. Who are you?" she whispered. There was no answer, so she turned. If she was hoping for Harry she would have been utterly disappointed. The man opened an arm out, and without thinking, leaned closer. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder, his heavy black cloak protecting her. "He smells familiar, all most like.. No" thoughts raced through her mind, as she softly breathed in the scent of him. She could hear his pulse, from leaning her head on his neck. He led her into the trees, protecting her from the already heavy rain.
In a short while, they reached a small house. Not large from the outside, but when they entered the through the door, the house seemed to expand, he gestured to a sofa, that was in front of a fireplace. Grateful for the heat, she sat took off her cloak and hung it up on the rack by the door, and sat down. A little while later, the man returned, and handed her a steaming cup of coffee. She smiled. "So, who are you?" she asked, trying to see his face. He sighed heavily, she couldn't really hear it, but she could see it. He reached two hands up, decidedly pale hands she noted (now that he took his gloves off) and lowered the hood. She blinked. He shrugged, and stretched his legs out infront of the fire, and took a sip of his coffee. "How. How can it be you?" she asked, she paled.
"Well, a Malfoy always survives. Even if it is living as a muggle." Draco's voice was low, and it made Hermione shiver. "How did you find me?" Hermione expelled a breath she had been holding in. "Fate. I saw you pass, and I knew you were feeling excited, and then it turned to sadness." He answered. Hermione looked confused. "Empathy. I find the more I try to run away from wizarding rules, and concepts, the more they find me." He answered her, unfazed by the odd look on her face. Hermione looked up at his eyes. If they weren't already impassive enough when she knew him, they were now impossible to read it was like looking at a silvery blue wall.
"Look.." Hermione tried to start, but was cut off by a wave of Draco's hand. "I'm married." She blurted out. Draco nodded. "And, so. I'm not sure me being here is. In the rules." She said awkwardly. "It's in the rules." He answered, putting another log onto the fire. He looked stronger then the last time she saw him, now being able to see him clearer without his cloak on. "Ok, this is weird. But. Do you still have "feelings" for me?" she asked, not wanting to "walk on eggshells". Draco stared at her, and smirked. "Of course. You were, are and always will be my love. But now, you're married and have a life. And I. I have chosen exile." He answered. "You can come back to the Wizarding world, Draco." She answered quickly. "No, I can't. Voldermort would be able to find me easier. Its better this way." He sounded wistful. They lapsed into silence. She leaned over closer, and rested her head on his shoulder. He put his arm around her other shoulder lightly, she could almost hear himself restraining himself from doing anything more then that. She listened to the peaceful beating of his heart.
Hours later, Draco stood up gently, and covered her with a blanket, and sat down, with his back to the fire watching her sleep. She looked so peaceful and beautiful, like an angel. He knew he would have to take her to her home. Lightly, he brushed his hand over her cheek, not meaning to wake her, but she did. Her eyes flew open. He pulled his hand back quickly. "Draco!" She looked shocked. "Your hands! They're freezing!" Draco nodded. "Why?" she asked, sitting up. "Oh, that." He pulled up his sleeve, the Dark Mark glinted silverish in the firelight. "He's trying to find me." He said quickly. "Draco.. I'm so sorry." she said. "Only one magic thing this time." He stood, putting his cloak back on, and bringing her, her own. "What?" she looked puzzled. "Do you want to forget this? Or remember it always?" he asked, watching as she put her deep red cloak on. She looked sad, then bit her lip. "I want to remember this always." She answered. Draco held out a hand, a small ball began to form itself hovering a little over his palm. It was the size of a small bouncy ball, silver, black and green. With his other hand, he summoned a necklace, and put the little ball into its silver cage and handed it to her. "What?" she held the necklace gently in her hand, it was beautiful in its way. "It's a small piece of me. If I die, the light will extinguish. And it is then, when I will not be able to save you when your on a bridge late at night, when its raining." He grinned, but it didn't reach his eyes. Hermione shook her head, and hugged him. He inhaled the sweet smell of her hair, and moved his hands up and down her back, then broke away. "Do you want me to put it on you?" he asked, she could have sworn she had seen a look of weakness in his eyes, but she blinked and it was gone. "Sure alright." She turned and pulled up her hair, and he clasped it around her neck, and the clasp vanished and it was now not able to be taken off. "Thank you."
Hermione woke in her bed. Her hand flew to her neck, and gasped, Harry wasn't home yet, and she was feeling horribly sad. The kids had gone to see a movie with their friends. She looked at the necklace, the light was blinking, and fading. She grasped at it. "No.. No. Don't leave me. No!" She whispered, but with a sinking heart knew, that Voldermort had succeeded and found him. She swallowed hard, as a tear slipped down her cheek, the necklace seemed to loose it's shine, and the clasp undid itself. Her hand clasped the necklace, it was like loosing and arm or a leg, or something that she had had forever. For five years it had hung there. She lay back down, looking at it, the ball had disappeared, and all that was left, was a cage and a chain. She cried. Harry came home, looking quite cheerful, but stopped short at the door and stared for a moment, then raced over. "Darling, Hermione! What's wrong?" he ran over, and sat down on the bed, wrapping his arms around her. She couldn't really explain, and sobbed uncontrollably into his shoulder. "Ssh. Ssh, there there. It's alright, you can tell me when you're ready." He whispered, and saw what she was holding. A Life's Essence necklace. Every Wizard was given one, and only one. He had given his, which was a bracelet, to Hermione. And she had given hers to him. "Who's. Who's pendant necklace is that?" he asked slowly. Hermione shook her head.
When she finally did talk, it was two days later. And the family was seated down at the table. "I'll tell you when I'm ready." She told them all, serving them dinner. Harry looked almost disappointed, and the two children, Mark and Ren looked confused. For the next two months, Hermione was a wreck, just a total and complete wreck. But after those two months, Harry and Hermione and their two children went to a graveyard, where Hermione left three black roses at an un-marked tombstone in the Malfoy area. Harry and the two kids, of course never knew who's grave she left the flowers at, because they were asked to wait in the car.
Hermione went to the office, and asked them to put an inscription on the tombstone, seeing as Lucious and Narcissa were no longer alive to do so. And so his tombstone read:
Draco Thomas Malfoy Lost but never forgotten Loved always. The Dragon lives in her Heart forever
~*~ Fin
A/N: No chars are mine, making no money, no need to sue. And yes, I wanted to write in this again, and it isn't really another Alt. Ending, just a more detailed look in it. Again, at 25 Draco was murdered by Voldermort, with the 'Avada K' (my nickname for it) curse, he had the Crusious (is that how it's spelled?) curse left on him for an hour. So the Avada K was relief for him. And no, Hermione never told anyone who's grave she left the roses for, and never told anyone why she had been so upset. Harry had suspected, but never really thought about it being true, Ren married at 23 and she had three children. Mark never married, but instead became devoted to sharing Salvation to everyone in the Wizarding world.